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

Chapter 98: Boundless Thundercloud

Before moving into the Penglai Inn, Yi Niaoniao investigated the innkeeper's background.

This man lost his father while he was still in the womb. His mother never remarried and raised him alone. She died of illness three years ago.

If the jade box was entrusted to him by his mother, then there is some truth to it, but to say it was given by his father is simply a fantasy.

Didn't he remember that his father had long been buried in a grave? How could he tell such a clumsy lie?

Yi Niaoniao stared at Tian Zhong's eyes. Apart from panic, she only saw confusion.

It seems that these words are true in his perception.

In the fat shopkeeper's cognition, his father had been alive since he was born, and lived until the time when he entrusted the jade box to him, and then told him those instructions. It was as if an invisible hand had messed up his memory of the first half of his life, making him follow the script, open the jade box at a specific time, and scatter the life stones to various places in Jiuling Town.

Opening the jade box was part of the other party's plan. Was his surrender also part of the other party's plan?

Yi Niaoniao is not smart, but she is definitely not stupid.

The enemy allowed Tian Zhong to surrender, and it was impossible that they did so just to give her a gift.

Rather than a gift, what Tian Zhong brought was more likely poison.

"Instead of continuing to be someone else's puppet, why not... let me help you get rid of it."

Yi Niao Niao whispered softly, she raised the wooden stick, and stabbed it down like lightning in front of Tian Zhong's horrified eyes.

She was too lazy to guess what the enemy's intentions were. No matter what the plan was, as long as Tian Zhong died, it would naturally become rootless.

Click.

The wooden stick, which was wrapped in the true essence of the immortal way and had white flames flowing all over it, pierced Tian Zhong's forehead, but broke like rotten wood.

Yi Niaoniao was stunned.

Even if the wooden stick itself was rotten, with the immortal essence that she had suppressed to the Jindan stage attached to it, its hardness should be comparable to some precious weapons, and it should have no problem chopping metal and stone. How could it be possible for it to break on a mortal?

Yi Niaoniao looked at the clean creases on the wooden stick and felt uneasy for no reason.

This unexpected turn of events made her even more certain that the owner of Penglai Pavilion was hiding a sinister plot by the other party.

There is no time to hesitate, or things will change.

"It's a blessing for you to die under the sword of my Yaoguang Sect."

The girl spoke softly and drew the sword from her waist.

The sword was as white and smooth as jade, with a blade just as long as an arm. It was long and narrow, shaped like a ruler, with a blunt edge, obviously not sharpened.

But no one would question its sharpness.

After each Yaoguang disciple enters the Yuan-building realm, they will use their own true essence to nurture a sword carved from heavenly spirit jade. This sword is also their means of sealing the heaven and earth. As their cultivation progresses, the sword becomes sharper. After reaching the Soul-Refining realm, Yi Niaoniao's sword is already comparable to those immortal spirit weapons, and can cut through the void of space at will, trapping cultivators of the same realm in a small world.

It was a bit of an overkill to use it to kill a mortal...but she knew she had to do it.

Just as the knife was about to fall towards the fat shopkeeper's throat.

Click.

The stone bricks on the ground suddenly cracked, as if they had been in disrepair for a long time. A deep hole was eroded under the road surface by wind and rain, and the fat shopkeeper fell into it.

This alone was not enough to avoid the falling knife light, but at this moment, Yi Niao's heart suddenly began to flutter, and the blade in her hand suddenly tilted, and the knife light just brushed past Tian Zhong's head and penetrated several feet into the ground.

No, you can't kill him!

Cold sweat flowed down Yi Niao Niao's fair neck.

Although he didn't know the reason, Lianshen Shenjue told Yi Niaoniao that the consequences of killing Tian Zhong would be more serious than letting him live.

……

On the other side, Yan Mobai, who was checking the black jade dice in the brocade bag, also noticed something strange.

These black jade dice were different from the black jade beads refined in the alchemy furnace. When he put them in his hands, instead of feeling that the world's disgust towards him had lessened, he found that the disgust had deepened.

If the black jade beads refined in the alchemy furnace are containers filled with luck, then the many black jade dice in the brocade bag in front of him are empty and contain nothing.

If he touches them, his luck will be sucked away by them.

But according to common sense, these dice have been in the hands of gamblers for so long that they should have absorbed a lot of luck...

Could it be that someone has taken away all the luck in the dice?

He raised his head and just saw the scene where Yi Niaoniao failed to kill Tian Zhong twice.

How could a dignified spiritual cultivator fail in killing a mortal?

Yan Mobai was stunned for a moment.

A mortal whose luck suddenly surpasses that of a spiritual cultivator, and...a black jade dice whose luck has been drained.

Could it be that……

A terrible guess formed in my mind.

His dark pupils suddenly contracted, and he quickly grabbed the soft hand of the girl beside him, wanting to take her away from here.

It's a pity it's too late.

Boundless and terrifying thunderclouds were brewing in the sky above Jiuling Town.

Chapter 99: Destined

Not only Yi Niaoniao and the other two, but also the fat shopkeeper who was trapped in the pit, realized that something was wrong with him.

He had seen so many disasters brought by the Fate Stone, how could he not see that he had already followed in the footsteps of those dead.

Everything that those people experienced before they died is now happening to him.

First, there was a surge in luck, and then... there was the thunder that fell from the sky.

The relief of surviving the disaster solidified on his fat face, then collapsed and melted, leaving only the desperate silence. His bloated body struggled to sit up from the pit, but he did not look at Yi Niaoniao who was standing beside him with a knife in hand. His small and thin eyes stared at the road they came from.

The fat shopkeeper raised his hand, trembling, and pointed in the direction of Penglai Pavilion, cursing in a tone that made him almost unable to breathe: "You...you **** bitch!!"

At this point, how could he still not understand that the female devil made him take the life stone powder not to let him live three more days, but to make the life poison in his body deeper, deep enough to trigger and activate the other life stones, deep enough to make him a huge lightning rod.

That woman had already guessed it... For a man who cherishes his life so much, there is no way he would honestly investigate an identity that is impossible to investigate.

Even the fact that he was infected with the fatal poison might have been the work of that female devil, just to leave him with no way out and force him into a desperate situation, forcing him to surrender to the Yaoguang Sect and let them get rid of the fatal poison in his body.

The only things in his hand that were qualified as a gift of surrender were the dice made of the life stones in Penglai Pavilion.

The woman knew that he would offer the Life Stone to Immortal Master Yaoguang, or in other words... she had intended from the very beginning to let him and Immortal Master Yaoguang die together!

The fat shopkeeper suddenly shuddered. He thought of the words of the masked girl. If his father had died long ago, then who was the old man in his memory who solemnly entrusted the jade box to him?

When did it start? When did he walk onto this road filled with corpses and leading to death... Was it the moment he developed the tumor?

Tumor...what exactly is this disease?

Why did he suffer from such a terminal illness that has no cure?

At this moment, it was as if a film had been peeled off from his memory, and the fog had cleared, revealing the truth. The white-haired old man who had entrusted the jade box to him disappeared like foam, and all that remained in his memory was a mother who had raised him alone with great difficulty.

The fat shopkeeper was speechless. He finally remembered when his tumor grew and why the jade box appeared in his hands!

That day, he, in good health, led a caravan and bypassed Tianyuan to the other side of the Tianji Sect’s jurisdiction over Lanqi Town to sell the alpine snow lotus and jade wares that were produced in abundance in the Yaoguang Sect.

In Lanqi Town, he met a woman in a black Taoist robe. The woman's face was blurry in his memory, but Tian Zhong knew that she was very beautiful, so beautiful that he was speechless and stood still like a piece of wood. She put the black jade box in his hand, and then... stretched out her finger and lightly touched his forehead.

"From now on, you have only one way to go."

A sound like a sigh or a giggle seemed to linger in my ears.

It’s her…it’s that female devil!

"I remembered, I remembered!"

The fat shopkeeper turned around suddenly as if he had just woken up from a dream.

Even if he was going to die, he would not let that female devil have an easy time!

He yelled hysterically to the three people: "Tianji..."

He only had time to utter two words before a blood-red lightning bolt descended from the sky, like a blood python opening its bloody mouth and swallowing up the entire fat body.

The bloated shadow quickly melted into the scarlet blood column. When the lightning faded away, all that remained was a thunder pit with a radius of ten feet and a pile of snow-white ashes.

The thunderclouds still shrouded the sky of Jiuling Town and had not yet dispersed.

Young Master Qian had only one life stone on him, and after a day all his luck was completely drained.

But when the fat shopkeeper's luck was detonated and he survived twice at the hands of Yi Niaoniao, the hundreds of life stones he brought with him all awakened. Like hungry wolves smelling the scent of prey, they shared and bit the escaped luck. In less than a few breaths, they devoured the fat shopkeeper.

How could the luck of a mere mortal feed hundreds of life stones? The ferocious eyes of these hungry wolves naturally stared at the three people present.

When Yan Mobai reacted, it was too late.

No matter how far a person who is entangled by the Fate Stone runs, he cannot break free. He can only watch his luck being drained by the Fate Stone, or wait for the Fate Stone to be filled with his luck.

This is the poison of the Life Stone.

It's more like a fate than a poison.

Li Yuluo quietly grabbed Yan Mobai's hand.

She felt the resentment and malice coming from between heaven and earth as her luck was about to be drained. At the same time, the girl also noticed the dark look in the leader's eyes as he looked at the bag of black jade dice.

Li Yuluo's little head is not very smart, but her intuition has always been sharp.

The leader... blames himself...

Why blame yourself?

"Master." She called softly, nestling her face on his shoulder like a little bird.

The girl's black hair fell to the hands of the two men. In the past, the leader would deliberately hold her hand, let her delicate back of the hand rub the ends of her hair constantly, and then appreciate the sight of her eyes sparkling with tears because of the itchy feeling.

But he didn't do that this time.

"Are we...going to die?"

Yan Mobai didn't turn around to look at her, nor did he answer.

But the girl felt that he held her hand even tighter.

She vaguely knew the answer.

"As long as I'm with the leader..."

The girl murmured softly, then turned her face, her light purple eyes reflecting the ashes in the thunder pit not far away, as white as snow, pure and dust-free.

Will she also become a pile of snow-white ashes soon?

Ever since the moment he escaped from the Yuheng Immortal Sect, Li Yulo had thought of many ways of dying. Compared to those bloody and ugly ways, turning into a pool of pure white snow was already the best ending.

She wanted to stick close to the leader, even if both of them turned into ashes, she wanted the ashes to blend together so that anyone who picked up their ashes later would never be able to separate them.

These days, she has done everything that lovers would do with the leader. Her sadness and tears were all left in the past twenty years, while her happiness and smiles were gathered in these few short days. If her life is a piano piece, then the most passionate climax has left the strings and rushed to all directions. Even if it turns to the end in the next second, it is not a pity.

Li Yulo's fear of disaster, as well as all her expectations and longings for the future, disappeared at this moment like the receding tide, leaving only the calmness of standing on the empty and lonely beach, facing the desolate world.

"No matter how tortuous the road to the underworld is, Yu Luo will always walk with the leader."

The girl spoke softly, her long eyelashes drooping slightly, and she snuggled up to the leader, quietly enjoying the last moment of warmth.

Chapter 100: Fate and Fortune

"Hey!"

The girl's voice, which had been patient for a long time, interrupted their peace.

"Why do you two act like such a miserable couple?"

Li Yuluo was frightened by the voice and looked at her in confusion.

What does the Sect Leader mean by these words?

Looking at the girl's frightened and pitiful light purple eyes like a deer, and her little hands instinctively hugging the leader's arm, the girl wearing a fox mask snorted and put the white jade-like sealing knife back to her waist.

Heavenly tribulation is a punishment from heaven, it is a person’s fate and has nothing to do with anyone else.

Even if one is a spirit, one cannot tamper with destiny and take on calamity on behalf of others.