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"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Look at my head."

The man continued to flatter, "Your Highness the Saint finally returned to the main altar, so naturally you have to report the situation to the Taoist Master first."

"Then I'll make some tea and wait for you to come back."

Yu Xiang didn't say much. She just carefully hid the disgust in her eyes, stood up suddenly, and her skirt fluttered gracefully in the air.

"Go and do your own thing. Don't bother me." After saying this, her figure disappeared in the long corridor outside the house.

The man waited until Yu Xiang disappeared, and then his tense smile fell. He sighed:

"Alas. This saint is becoming increasingly difficult to serve."

"I'm unlucky too. Not only do I have to serve tea and water, but I also have to take over duty at the door later. It's really exhausting."

"It's almost time." The man calculated the time and began to walk towards the gate of the main altar of the Demon Sect.

After he finished handing over the duties to the magic monk who was taking over the shift, he began to yawn out of boredom.

But the next moment, a mean voice rang out: "Hey, brother, do you want to have some Chinese food?"

When the man turned around, he saw a shifty face holding a cigarette pipe for him with a smile.

"Specially supplied by Wanxiang Pavilion, very powerful!"

The man took the thing in surprise and looked up at him: "Who are you? Why haven't I seen you before?"

"Oh, brother, I'm sure you haven't seen it before."

"My name is Wang Wei, from the Xiangcheng branch. I followed our leader to witness the grand ceremony of the Netherworld Sacrifice!"

63. He can’t run away

Wang Wei from the Xiangcheng branch?

The man thought about it and thought that there seemed to be such a person. He couldn't help but asked in surprise, "Do you have any extra people to look after the Xiangcheng branch? Do you even have the spare time to bring a third-rate person like you to participate in the underworld sacrifice?"

"Oh, you don't know."

Chen Yin cursed and said, "The Fairy Conference incident was such a big deal, and now the entire Xiangcheng is under martial law."

"Our leader thought that since it was inconvenient to move around and there was a risk of being exposed, he simply brought us to Xianyunzhou to watch the funeral ceremony while avoiding the limelight."

"I see..." The man nodded in understanding. "That's perfect. My name is Zhao Han, and I'm a member of the second rank of the main altar. You've been free for a while anyway, so you might as well follow me and do something."

"If you perform well, I can say a few good words to your altar master, and maybe I can promote you to the second-class member of the altar."

"Okay! Big brother, whatever you say is what it is!"

Chen Yin rubbed his hands happily, then followed Zhao Han with a smile.

Zhao Han was also very happy. He just tricked a fool from a branch temple into doing chores for him. He felt much more comfortable in the next few days.

"So, bro, what are we going to do now?"

"Keep the door."

"……Oh."

-

The time spent guarding the door was more boring than I had imagined.

Xianyun Prefecture is a barren land, and the location of the Demon Sect's main altar is extremely remote. Looking around, there is nothing but yellow sand and dust, and not a single person can be seen. No one knows what this gatekeeper is watching.

The two men just looked at the door for a while, then sat at the door bored and started chatting.

"Brother, you don't look that old, but you've become a second-class member of the main altar at such a young age?"

"Oh, I'm lucky. I made a small contribution earlier and was promoted."

"Brother is really awesome! I wonder what he usually does in the main forum? Is it the same as in our branch forum?"

"I guess it's all about the same. When there's a mission, I go on the mission. When there's no mission, I serve tea and water to my superiors. I guess it's not as comfortable as your division."

Zhao Han sighed and said, "Alas, you are all fine in Xiangcheng, where it is prosperous and lucrative, and you can have fun in the city when you are free. What fun can we have guarding such a barren land every day?"

"Brother, don't say that. Of course the main forum is better than the branch forum." Chen Yin continued to follow his words.

"You mean the cultivation method? That really depends on talent."

Zhao Han was smoking the pipe that Chen Yin had given him, and he said with a vicissitudes of life on his face: "Although only the magic cultivators of the main altar can practice the orthodox magic skills, it still depends on your talent. I have a brother who is very talented. He was promoted to the first-class cultivator not long after practicing. He follows the altar master and elders to eat and drink for free every day, and his life is very comfortable."

"It's not the case for me. I can't make any further progress after reaching the Chengmen realm."

Chen Yin smiled and flattered him: "No, brother, if you work harder, you will definitely become a popular figure in front of the elders."

As they chatted with each other, Chen Yin had a general understanding of the entire magic world.

The Demonic Path is divided into the main altar and branch altars, and the number of members in each altar decreases from the first-class to the third-class, and the total number of people in each altar is not large.

Above the altar members are the elders and the altar master, and the altar master is usually an elder-level figure.

The highest one is the current leader of the Demonic Path.

The status of the Saint seems to be extremely transcendent in the magic world. She is not restricted by anyone's orders, not even the Lord of the Magic World.

By the end of the chat, it was almost time to guard the gate. After Zhao Han waited for the person to take over the shift to arrive, he called Chen Yin to go to the main hall.

The interior of the Demon Sect's headquarters is located underground. It is larger and more complicated than one might imagine, with all kinds of corridors intertwined like a giant spider web.

Chen Yin followed Zhao Han for a while, and then couldn't help asking, "Brother, what are we going to do next?"

"The Saint has been away from the Taoist master for so long, it's almost time for her to come back."

Zhao Han pinched his mustache and said, "This saint girl has no other hobbies but to drink tea. Every time she comes, she always thinks about the good tea in stock. She is so picky about it."

"Now that she's coming back soon, I have to think of a way to make tea for her. Oh, it's so unfortunate to live like a servant."

Hearing this, Chen Yin's eyes turned, and he immediately volunteered:

"Brother, I'm good at making tea! I run a teahouse in Xiangcheng."

"Really?" Zhao Han glanced at him suspiciously, but since someone took the initiative to take on this kind of chores for him, he was so happy that he immediately patted Chen Yin on the shoulder.

"Good boy, someone as hardworking as you will eventually make it!"

"Go ahead. The kitchen is the third room on the left. Make some tea and send it to the fifth Saint's room."

"Remember, you have to be respectful when you see the Saint. Otherwise, if she's in a bad mood, she'll beat you up and it won't work no matter who you talk to." He gave another reminder at the end.

Chen Yin nodded quickly.

After saying all this, Zhao Han stretched and muttered to himself: "Ah, I can finally have a good sleep."

"Brother, please take care."

After Zhao Han's figure disappeared, Chen Yin restrained his smile, lowered his head and quickly walked to the kitchen.

After entering the kitchen, he closed the door and looked around. After confirming that it was safe, he slowly closed his eyes.

The void in front of him began to ripple.

Chen Yin stretched out his broad hand and gently placed it on Luo Luo's head.

"…Don't worry." He said calmly.

"……I know."

Luo Luo lowered her head, her whole body trembling slightly, as if she was trying hard to suppress her huge emotions.

Her red eyes were sparkling, her tightly bitten lips made people feel particularly pity for her, and her fox ears and tail were all drooping.

"Luoluo...Luoluo will hold back...will not cause any trouble to you..."

"rest assured."

Chen Yin said softly: "I told you. I'm here to help you find a place."

"...He can't run away." Chen Yin turned his head and looked indifferently in the direction where Zhao Han left.

In fact, it started at the very beginning.

When Chen Yin first came into contact with Zhao Han, he sensed Luo Luo's huge emotional fluctuations through the master-servant contract.

He didn't even need to ask to guess what happened.

This person was one of the demon cultivators who kidnapped Yaya and the others.

Chen Yin could almost feel that Luoluo was suppressing herself desperately so as not to jump out of the void and question him about the whereabouts of Yaya and the others.

Of course, he didn't mind getting rid of this scumbag cleanly and efficiently.

But right now, the more important thing is to get the specific information of Yaya and the others first.

Especially after confirming the news that Xiang'er is now also on the main forum...

Chen Yin was making tea while thinking carefully.

...There are still several days before the funeral.

There is no need to rush into Xiang'er's matter right now. We should first find out the whereabouts of Yaya and the others.

So, he comforted Luo Luo and returned to the void, made tea for himself, put the food on the plate, and then slowly opened the kitchen door.

But the moment he took a step forward, a gushing out of hot blood oozed out from his chest.

The tea tray fell to the floor.

Chen Yin looked down at the dagger piercing his chest, then turned his head to look at the person hiding behind the door.

But all he saw was a shadow of nothingness and a cold voice:

"A disciple of the Wuling Sect's branch is actually colluding with the demonic sect."

"It seems I made the right choice."

"...You really deserve to die."

64. You commit a crime and you want to escape, right?

Blood gushed out from Chen Yin's chest.

The dagger also contained a violent and overbearing spiritual power, which penetrated directly into his body and wreaked havoc.

Chen Yin could almost feel his life slipping away bit by bit.

But there was still no expression on his face. Instead, he stared down at the tip of the dagger, then turned his head to look at the shadow. After a long while, he slowly uttered:

"…Who are you sending it to?"

"It doesn't matter who I am. All you need to know is that you are a damned person."

"No, but I don't even know you."

Chen Yin looked a little frustrated, and after a long while he managed to squeeze out a sentence: "Is even the Demon Sect headquarters so 'free' these days?"

"If you talk less, you will suffer less."

The cold and beautiful female voice said proudly: "Go and die in peace."

After saying that, she pulled out the dagger and turned around to leave.

But before she took two steps, she suddenly realized something and turned her head away again.

She found that not only was Chen Yin not dead, but he was looking at his blood-stained clothes with an embarrassed and regretful look on his face, and he was sighing.

"Huh? Not dead?"

The black shadow hesitated for a moment, and then the dagger in his hand stabbed out again with lightning speed, this time directly at Chen Yin's lower dantian.

The sound of the knife entering the flesh was extremely obvious, and blood gushed out again.

The two of them remained in this stalemate for a moment.

The black shadow raised his head, and his eyes met Chen Yin's.

"Why aren't you dead yet?"

"...I am Baiyin and you are asking me?"

The black shadow's beautiful eyes frowned, but his hands became fierce again, pulling out the dagger and stabbing again.

Pull out and poke again.

Seeing that his clothes were about to be torn into rags, Chen Yin slowly sighed:

"No, sister, if you want to practice cutting meat, can't you find a pork shop? It's not good to practice on a living person like me. What if you hurt the flowers and plants?"