Fairy, I really am a villain!

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This is an alley with very poor lighting. When you walk in, your vision seems to be covered by a layer of black gauze, and you can't see things clearly more than ten feet away.

There is a small house in the alley. The door in front of the house is very broken, as if it was violently demolished and not replaced. Instead, it was just pasted up with some other things, becoming a broken board that can neither block wind nor rain.

Looking through the board, the inner room was dark without any lights on. Fortunately, the people inside could see the light coming through the broken tiles and bricks, so they could tell the time and not confuse day and night.

The sunlight shone on Liu Dazhui's cheek in the room, which was a little blinding, as if he was slapped in the face. He stretched out his hand to block it with some discomfort, and then opened his eyes again.

After regaining consciousness, he immediately reached into his arms, but found nothing. Then he suddenly remembered that his money-saving gourd had been burned along with the boat at the dock.

But it didn't matter to him now. After all, he couldn't escape even if he had a boat: after "cooperating" with the Cao Gang that day, his right leg was broken and he was as limp as a pile of mud.

I had lost all feeling from the waist down, and the stench was getting worse day by day;

His tongue was cut off and he could only make humming sounds no matter how hard he tried.

Logically speaking, it was impossible for Liu Dazhu to come back alive in this state, but someone saved him at that time.

I don't know who carried him out of the mud, into the city like a gust of wind, and threw him into Chun Shui Tang... In fact, Liu Dazhu had a vague look at the man's profile, but because he almost fainted from the pain at that time, he only remembered that he seemed to have a pair of prominent sword-like eyebrows.

Now that I think about it, he looks a bit like Third Master's son...if he has one.

This trance lasted for a long time before Liu Dazhu's eyes slowly regained their spirit. He propped himself up with his strong arms, crawled to the bed, lifted his shirt, took out a knife from under the bed, and stabbed the tip of the knife into his abdomen.

Once, twice, three times... Liu Dazhu stabbed into the flesh and dug it out with force, as if he was deboning himself.

In the dim light, the flesh on his upper body had been almost completely removed, with only some scraps of flesh clinging to his bones, leaving only a white skeleton.

Logically speaking, he should have died long ago, but now there were several invisible black auras lingering around his body, dragging him into the "world of the living".

As soon as the flesh and blood fell to the ground, a shadow extended out from under the bed, hugged them like tentacles, and rolled inward, making a chewing sound similar to that of humans eating.

Baji, Baji, Baji...Gu.

For some reason, Liu Dazhu could feel that "it" was eating very happily, much happier than before.

Could it be that the more miserable its life is, the happier it is? Haha...

"Boom boom boom!"

Suddenly, there were regular knocks on the broken door.

Seeing this, Liu Dazhu and "it" were both shocked. The latter sensed the extremely strong vitality outside the door, and countless tentacles danced wildly in excitement, climbing all the way to the ceiling.

"Dazhu, are you feeling better?" Before he could ask, the gentle voice outside the door came in.

It’s Master Wen San!!

In an instant, a look of fear appeared on his face, and he came to his senses. He desperately stuffed "it" under the bed, and then crawled over using both hands.

When I climbed to the threshold, Master Wen San was already squatting there quietly waiting.

Seeing his ugly appearance, the man just frowned slightly, and then asked with concern: "How did you become like this?"

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

There was no answer. Liu Dazhui just roared ferociously like an animal.

He didn't understand why Master Wen San was still here.

He squeezed his throat frantically, opened his mouth, and ahh ...

Why haven't you left yet?

Why stay here!!

Because he struggled so hard, the threshold actually broke several of his bones.

In order to prevent the other party from noticing, Liu Dazhu endured it with several blue veins popping out on his forehead. He continued to roar desperately and took down the door and smashed it hard on his feet.

Unable to communicate to this extent, even he could only leave with apology, and Liu Dazhu was able to close the door again.

He struggled to crawl to the bed and leaned his back against the rotten wall. The man endured it again and again, but finally burst into tears.

He was his great benefactor, Mr. Wen Sanye, who was deceived into joining the Cao Gang, held hostage, and had his house destroyed, but he still treated him with a kind face!

Thinking that not only would he fail to repay his kindness but he might also kill him, Liu Dazhui, who was not afraid of death, turned pale and his body trembled continuously.

"Go, go quickly, please..." A very unpleasant sobbing sound came from the inner room.

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"Does he hate us so much?"

He looked so ferocious that even Luo Qingni began to doubt whether she had done something bad.

That's not right. When I was taking care of Xiaoting, she gave away all the delicious food, so she didn't have enough to eat for several days...

"No, Dazhu just wants us to escape."

"what?"

"Including destroying the courtyard where we lived, it was also to make us leave Zhoushan." Fang Xiwen's observation ability has always been outstanding. He could see at a glance that he was determined to die, and his mind and body were on the verge of collapse.

Unfortunately, his guess was correct.

"Why? Did he know in advance that something would happen here?"

"Well," he sighed after looking back, "ghosts are transformed from humans."

The so-called attachments of the evil spirits are either to the "deceased people" or to these desperate boatmen.

The whole thing started like this:

Probably somewhere in Jiangzhou, there is a place where "ghosts", "grudges", "souls" and "spirits" can survive.

Over the past thousands of years, generation after generation of oppressed and exploited canal workers have died like grass, with countless bodies buried in mass graves. It looks like nothing has happened, but in fact all the resentment has settled somewhere.

As time passed, countless resentments had now brewed into unknown monsters, which were eventually brought to Zhoushan City by the Starfall Goddess using the methods of the Life and Death Sect.

In fact, this phenomenon is somewhat similar to the Dingjun Pass: tens of thousands of demons and humans die there every year, and resentment is overwhelming. If the Wang family had not regularly invited people to hold ceremonies and perform rituals to liberate the souls, it would have long become a breeding ground for evil spirits.

In other words, the reason why Dingjun was safe was because someone calmed down the evil spirits and heroic spirits that died in the battle... Then who would care about the lives of these canal workers?

Three feet frozen, not a cold day.

"I fell into a trap..." By now, Fang Xiwen finally figured it out.

The woman's so-called 'playing a game' was simply a deception. She had been planning this for who knows how long!

But after all, the note didn’t really say when the “game” would start…!

Walking out of the alley, he subconsciously glanced at the unusually dark sky. He clenched his fists, resisted the urge to go to the Cao Gang, and forced himself to continue thinking.

At this point, it doesn't matter how the goddess did it. What matters is what else he can do:

Since the transformation of the canal workers and boatmen cannot be stopped, is it possible to address the source and reduce the extent of the disaster?

After all, what is that “somewhere” that allows Yin objects to survive?

Having no idea what to do, he subconsciously looked around and happened to see Luo Qingni walking beside him, twisting her hands and staring at him nervously.

For fear of disturbing his thoughts, the silly girl's breathing was so low that it could not be heard. She just hunched her shoulders and looked over with her clear black and white eyes.

"Oh it's you!"

Reacting suddenly, Fang Xiwen grabbed her hand and pulled her into the alley.

Could it be that the answer has been right in front of us all along?!

"What, what's the matter?"

"I have a very important question to ask you." In order to get closer, he subconsciously hugged Luo Qingni tightly, leaned close to her ear, and said nervously, "Do you know..."

"Uh-huh??"

"A place called 'Bi Luo'?"

[The spiritual realm has strong resonance, and the entry conditions have been met] [Do you want to summon the Azure Sword Immortal through the spiritual realm]

When I first came to Jiangzhou, the two prompts that popped up were by no means accidental: at first I only thought they were related to the entrance to the spiritual realm, but now looking back, they seem to have another deeper meaning.

Once, when he was practicing sword by the river, he asked Jiang Xizhi this question. The latter, who was a descendant of a noble family in Zhoushan for several generations, replied that he had seen it in ancient books. The so-called Biluo was... a place name.

The most obvious characteristic of the sword immortal who uses this as his name is the sword intent of life and death, and it is so profound that it is terrifying. The first time I saw him, I almost killed him with his aura alone.

And the way to practice this thing is either to kill people, or to "absorb and exhale the vital energy of heaven and earth corresponding to one's own inner scene"... In the past, he always thought it was the former, but now think about it, how many people would one have to kill to reach the level of a sword immortal?

After all, would that woman do such a thing of indiscriminate killing?

"Could it be that she cultivated in the 'source' of Jiangzhou?" Fang Xiwen was shocked when this thought came to her mind.

If the Sword Fairy knew, why didn't she tell me?

Because this is not only related to the current situation, but also involves why the Sword Immortal is a Sword Immortal, and may also be related to why Luo Qingni has the sword intent of life and death... He hugged her nervously for a while, and let go only after he reacted.

Facing him who was both excited and serious, Luo Qingni's face flushed. She first shrank back, frowned, and looked as if she was thinking.

After a long while, she raised her face, shook her head gently, and finally showed that silly smile, "I...I don't know."

Chapter 442 Zhoushan Disaster

Bang, bang, bang!

There were loud banging sounds coming from outside the doors and windows, accompanied by the ground shaking stronger and stronger, and soon the whole building of Biyuanxuan began to shake.

Looking out of the window, you can see that the dome is pitch black, and there is a huge vortex looming, as if it is extracting something.

The entire Zhoushan City was shrouded in a whirlpool. Countless twisted figures filled the streets, like an overturned black tide.

"They" have human shapes, with hands and feet, thin and narrow limbs, and bodies as thin as bamboo poles, but can be more than ten feet tall, and their bodies are covered with sticky liquid.

However, despite its strange structure, it moved surprisingly fast. It kept waving its arms and flapping, and soon the monster smashed a few windows and squeezed its upper body in.

"Get away!!"

There was a sturdy security guard in the room. He picked up a stick and smashed it down hard.

The stick head hit the monster's face, making a sticky and dull sound, like a rotten tomato falling to the ground. The monster fell back slightly, and then rushed forward again.

Snap, snap, snap...

Amidst this disgusting and somewhat funny sound, the frightened people in Biyuanxuan were gradually surprised, and the blood color on their faces was completely replaced by paleness.

Who has ever seen such a scene in all his life?