I am a villain and have been captured. Why are the fairies asking me to come out?

The leader...

She was startled, and then she felt the other person writing a few words on her palm.

Don’t…worry…

The girl couldn't help but glance at the leader, but saw that he was just concentrating on looking at the medical clinic not far away where a big hole was created by the lightning. There was no sign that he was writing on her palm just now.

Although the other party didn't look at her, the girl still felt inexplicably at ease. She bit her lower lip lightly and her delicate fingers began to write clumsily on the leader's palm.

it is good……

Yan Mobai quietly felt the movement of his palm, and when she put down the last stroke, he once again clenched this soft little hand.

On the way here, Yi Niaoniao briefly recounted to the two of them what had happened in Jiuling Town before.

In her opinion, the two of them should have known about the changes here a long time ago, but they just pretended not to know and did not explain it in too much detail.

But even this little information was enough for Yan Mobai to think of something.

Sometimes luck is extremely good, sometimes extremely bad...

And these thunderbolts that fall on mortals...

He suddenly remembered a statement he had read in a novel in his previous life, and couldn't help but turn his head to look at Yi Niaoniao: "Miss Yu, can you take us in to have a look?"

……

"The sect has finally sent someone."

When they saw the jade token presented by Yi Niaoniao, the several Nengmai disciples who were guarding the place were not surprised at first, but instead breathed a sigh of relief.

When the first thunderbolt struck, the people in the city thought it was just a rumor, but it turned out to be true. The surrounding neighborhoods were excited for a while, after all, it was rare for a living person to be killed by thunderbolt, let alone the dead person being turned into ashes without leaving any bones. After decades of rumors, it might become a strange story.

Some couples use this to warn their partners, and some teachers use it to warn their students that those who betray their faith will be punished by God.

As for whether the dead person was treacherous or not, no one knows.

But when the second, third and even more thunderbolts fell and turned people into ashes in full view of everyone, and the Yaoguang Sect, which was in charge of this place, could not give an explanation, the excitement and curiosity quickly turned into panic.

Everyone began to worry whether they would be the next unlucky person to be struck by lightning. In their opinion, the people who died were not particularly evil. Some of them even did good deeds and had a good reputation among the neighbors, but in the end they still turned to ashes.

Why would such a person be struck to death by lightning?

They died, why wouldn't I be next?

For a time, no one was in the mood to work, and many shops closed. Jiuling Town had to impose a curfew to prevent scoundrels from taking advantage of the night to commit crimes and spread panic in the city.

Fortunately, there has been peace and quiet these few days, and no new thunder has struck, so the city has regained some life.

If Yan Mobai and the others had come a few days earlier, what they would have seen was a dead city with no one walking around.

Now the ninth thunderbolt has fallen again, making the Yaoguang disciples stationed in Jiuling Town feel overwhelmed. The chaos in the past few days could be suppressed with difficulty, but if thunderbolts fell every day and killed innocent people, over time, the residents of Jiuling Town would have to flee.

With their Meridian Condensation cultivation level, they can only cast a few spells to scare mortals. If they really try to investigate the affairs of the gods and ghosts in heaven and earth, they will not be able to find any clues at all.

Now that the sect has finally sent a cultivator at the Jindan stage, these Ningmai disciples feel relieved.

When the sky falls, there are always tall people to hold it up. No matter what happens afterwards, it is none of their business.

……

As the three of them stepped over the threshold, they heard hysterical roars like a pig being slaughtered coming from the clinic.

"Don't...don't touch my son!"

"Manager Qian, we are just investigating the cause of your son's death..."

"Investigate? After the last few thunderbolts, what did you find out?"

While the Ningmai disciple was speechless, the swollen old man on the ground suddenly jumped up and tried to use his robe to collect the remaining ashes in the thunder pit.

Just as he was about to touch the ashes, the woman sighed softly, and at the same time a ray of light enveloped the old man who rushed towards the thunder pit.

The masked girl waved her sleeves lightly, and Qian Daqian's old and bloated body immediately floated in the air. Seeing his feet leave the ground, the already elderly man rolled his eyes and fainted.

"Take him down. Remember to feed him some elixirs to replenish his energy. Don't let him die." Yi Niaoniao ordered.

The two Nengmai disciples took orders and carried Qian Daqian out of the clinic.

Yi Niao Niao withdrew her gaze from Qian Daqian and turned to the inner hall of the clinic.

The white-haired boy knelt beside the mine pit at some point, and reached his slightly thin hand into the pit, groping in the ashes, while the girl squatted beside him obediently, holding up the corner of the leader's long robe with her small hand to prevent it from falling into the pit.

This quiet and peaceful scene seemed strange to Yi Niaoniao.

Why...is the little vixen always so well behaved?

If the leader was controlled by her the whole time, then the little vixen should have taken the lead in everything. But every time Yi Niaoniao saw the two of them, the little vixen would obediently stay by the leader's side, as if she were his little pet.

Even on the bed, the little vixen was pitifully bullied by the leader, unable to take the initiative at all...

Yi Niaoniao unconsciously clenched her little hands in her sleeves.

Her heart...felt a little cold for some reason.

Author's words: I have been seriously sleep deprived these days, so I posted the last chapter right after I finished it. It may be a little weird, so please point it out if there is anything wrong.

Chapter 84: The remaining ashes

At a certain moment, Yi Niaoniao even suspected that the leader was actually someone who came from the Yuheng Immortal Sect. Not only was he not controlled, but he also captured the heart of the little vixen, which was why the little vixen was so obedient to him.

But this idea was too unrealistic and she quickly put it out of her mind.

After being kidnapped and taken to Yuheng, not only was he not injured at all, but he also managed to kidnap a cute little vixen...

Hey, Yuheng is not some famous scenic spot where you can go in for a tour and be politely escorted out...How could Qianqiuxue be so kind that she not only let the leader of the Demon Cult escape from the mountain gate, but also watched him kidnap her disciple?

unless……

Unless she has the same intentions towards the leader as herself...

Yi Niaoniao almost laughed out loud at her own thoughts.

Qian Qiuxue could still vividly remember the twisted expression on her face when she talked about the leader. The hatred was deep in her bones, like fire and water that could not coexist. Anyone in the world could like the leader of the Demon Cult, except her.

The leader must be helpless.

All the cleverness of the little vixen is just a disguise.

Yi Niaoniao, who is familiar with all kinds of pink stories, knows that not everyone prefers to be the strong party. Rather than bullying others, some people prefer to be bullied by others.

The little vixen looks so weak, maybe she likes to be treated roughly by the leader and likes to be the little pet under the pressure.

But these are just role-playing for pleasure. She is still the leader, and the leader is still her captive, who has no choice but to cooperate with her.

The more Yi Niaoniao thought about it, the more it seemed reasonable.

That's right. The leader has been madly in love with me for nearly ten years. How could the feelings accumulated over so many years be wiped out in just one month?

He would never fall in love with another woman.

Thinking of this, the girl felt a lot more relaxed, even her steps became brisk, and she skipped over to the two of them.

She came quietly behind the two men, bent her calves and squatted down, her two long and light ponytails hanging down to the ground. Her beautiful amber eyes under the fox mask looked at the thin hands of the white-haired boy curiously.

Yan Mobai held a handful of ashes in his hand, letting them flow out from the edge of his palm like fine sand into a line.

The boy's dark eyes were fixed on the gray line falling straight down, as if there was something worth noting hidden in it.

When all the ashes in his palm had fallen out, he scooped up another handful and repeated the same action.

To ordinary people who know nothing, his actions are more or less puzzling, but to Yi Niaoniao, these actions are not so easy to understand either.

After watching for a while, Yi Niaoniao couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Bai, what are you doing?"

She had checked the ashes in the thunder pit when she entered, and there was no fluctuation of spiritual energy, and nothing noteworthy.

It's nothing more than a pile of mortal corpses. No matter how much you think about it, what can you figure out?

Yan Mobai shook off the ashes in his hand and turned his head to look at her.

"Miss Yu, don't you think that the color of these ashes is a little dark?"

Yi Niaoniao was stunned.

She has been the headmaster for less than a year, and does not have the rich experience and broad knowledge like the heads of other immortal sects.

Although the sect's classics contained many experiences and secrets of the sages of past dynasties, what Yi Niaoniao read most on a daily basis were secular stories and pictures. This was the first time she had seen ashes that were turned into dust so cleanly by lightning. How could she tell whether the color was dark or light?

"The Heavenly Tribulation is a gamble between the person who is going through it and the heavens. There are costs for losing, and benefits for winning. If you can hold on, you will be able to cleanse your bones, refine your body, and remove the dross while retaining the essence. If you can't, you will be left with a pile of broken bones like this."

Yan Mobai looked at the ashes in the thunder pit. "Although he is dead, the remains of his bones have been cleansed of impurities. The color should be as white as jade, without any filth. These ashes are dark in color and slightly heavy in texture. Obviously, they are mixed with other things."

Yi Niaoniao choked for a long time, and finally answered: "What?"

"I've been thinking about this, but I can't find the answer."

Yan Mobai said softly, "For a mortal, I don't know what else could have survived the heavenly calamity except for bones. Now that something else has appeared, even if it is not the direct cause of the thunder, it must be closely related to it."

He stood up from the edge of the thunder pit, and Li Yulo was finally able to let go of his clothes, and subconsciously held his numb and cold fingers in his mouth.

In a blink of an eye, the girl saw the ashes on the ground. She hurriedly pulled her fingers out of her mouth and coughed a few times in disgust.

The stiff little hand was suddenly grabbed by someone. She turned her head in panic, only to find that it was the leader who was holding her slender little finger in his palm.

The warmth flowed from the other's palm, relieving her numbness and coldness like a panacea, and she soon recovered her balance. However, she was still reluctant to pull her hand away, so she just kept it obediently in the other's palm.

The girl's face was flushed.

The leader doesn't dislike her saliva at all...

"You are well-informed and knowledgeable, I admire you."

It seemed like Yi Niao Niao's words were delayed for a long time before she spoke them out. She tried hard not to sound sour. "So, how do we know what is mixed in the ashes?"

Yan Mobai played with Li Yulo's small hands. His slender fingers, stained with the girl's saliva, were smooth and soft as if they had no bones.

He thought for a moment and said, "Is there an alchemy room in Jiuling Town?"

"Alchemy room?"

Yi Niaoniao understood the other party's intention belatedly and asked tentatively, "Sir, do you want to use alchemy to separate the ashes from the things inside them?"

"There is no need to separate them. We just need to refine the ashes. What remains will naturally be what we are looking for."

Yan Mobai said calmly, "The thunder is the fire of heaven, which cannot burn human bones, but the underground fire drawn from the earth veins in the alchemy room can."

"Okay... Sir, don't worry. Although Jiuling Town is remote, there are still alchemy rooms."

Now that she had found the clue, Yi Niaoniao did not hesitate and called a Yaoguang Sect disciple in the yard, "You, go to the Dancao room and get a sturdy pill bottle."

She suddenly thought of Qian Daqian's wrinkled face and changed her words, "Get another bottle and take out one tenth of the ashes, and then give it to Qian Daqian."

……

At the same time, in Penglai Pavilion.

The fat shopkeeper sat behind the counter, counting the morning's accounts leisurely, counting the chips.

pat.

The jade counting sticks suddenly broke into two pieces without any warning.

It was just a small matter, but the fat shopkeeper gasped as if he had seen something horrible. "How could this be..." The fat face was filled with fear and sweat rolled down.

With trembling hands, he grabbed the black jade pendant hanging on his chest, and then, without delaying for a moment, he staggered upstairs.

Chapter 85: Ketu Protector

The fat shopkeeper fell five times on the nineteen steps. The last fall even caused him to roll down halfway, which amazed the guests on the first floor.

He gave the guests an awkward smile, and using his hands and feet, he climbed up to the second floor like a monkey.

The second floor of the lobby is reserved for the shopkeeper to rest. Normally, no one would go there except the fat shopkeeper. However, he still carefully confirmed that the entire floor was empty before pushing open the door of the innermost room in the corridor.

The room inside the door was very small. The air was filled with the smell of decay and was filled with miscellaneous items. It looked like a storage room. There were no windows on the wall, only a flickering oil lamp hanging on the wall.

He rummaged through the debris on the ground and finally found a heavy package wrapped in rags.

Seeing it, the fat shopkeeper's breathing suddenly became much heavier, and his tiny narrowed eyes were filled with fear.

He swallowed, stretched out his broad, fat hands, and slowly peeled off the rags that were stained with all kinds of filth.

When the rag fell, the oil lamp in the house suddenly dimmed a little, and even the shadows became blurred.