The female disciples who had bad intentions towards me started fighting among themselves

Ji Qixue's figure seemed a little unreal to Ji Siye.

She is high above, majestic and dignified, like a king who unifies the world and has lofty ambitions and aspirations.

This seems to conflict with her impression of Ji Qixue.

She's obviously just a fool who can't even change a diaper.

When Ji Siye was young, Ji Qixue took care of all the complicated tasks such as food, clothing, housing and transportation herself, under the euphemism of raising her own adopted daughter. As a result, Ji Siye's classmates suffered a lot from Ji Qixue's abuse.

She was always busy making milk powder, dealing with memorials, and checking from time to time to see if Ji Siye had wet the bed - Ji Qixue did not play the role of a mother well, she was always in a hurry and busy all the time, but fortunately, although Ji Qixue did not play the role well, she, Ji Siye, was lucky and she managed to survive and grow up slowly.

In Ji Siye's impression, her most vivid impression of the Pope was that in front of the candlelight at night, Ji Qixue told her stories while handling memorials.

When talking about something interesting, Ji Siye would clap his hands and laugh, and the Pope's frown would relax a lot, and he would look at the girl in front of him with a smile.

Feel a little happy.

This is somewhat conflicting with Ji Qixue at the ceremony.

It turns out she has this side.

Ji Siye thought so.

In addition to playing the role of a mother well, Ji Qixue has another side to her. Ji Siye can't see through Ji Qixue. It's not that Ji Qixue is good at disguising herself, but that Ji Siye simply doesn't have the mind to care about his "mother".

So much so that a lot of things were neglected.

They overlooked the fact that Ji Qixue, besides being a stupid mother who can't do anything right, is also the Pope respected by the entire Nanposo Continent and the ruler who has led the Demon Cult for thousands of years.

Why is my impression of her only as a "mother"?

Is it because I am too willful that I pay too little attention to her?

The candlelight in the ancestral hall was burning dimly. Ji Siye just sat in the hall, thinking quietly.

Although she did not patrol the Demon God Palace as the commander of the Royal Guards, the Royal Guards under her command were patrolling around the Demon God Palace non-stop.

I heard that the Pope hosted two distinguished guests tonight.

It's someone from Qiu Shui.

Ji Siye didn't have to think at all, and he guessed who those two people were in an instant. Who else could it be other than his stupid senior sister and master?

Why did Ji Qixue invite both of them?

Ji Siye didn’t understand. The direction of this life was completely different from her previous life. At least from her perspective, everything had changed drastically, and she didn’t know who had interfered with all this.

Thinking of her master, Ji Siye felt inexplicably irritated. She stood up, walked to the window of the ancestral hall, and looked at the dark clouds covering the city outside, feeling a little depressed.

She didn't have any lofty ambitions in this life. She was just content to guard her own piece of land. The worst that could happen was that she would stop Ji Qixue from abdicating when she announced her abdication. After all, being the Pope was really tiring. Ji Siye didn't want to review memorials all day long like she did in her previous life.

Ji Qixue is clearly capable of becoming Pope, but she just wants to relax. What a lazy person.

Ji Siye thought so.

Suddenly, a breeze suddenly appeared in Ji Siye's ears, so cold that it went straight into her bones.

The girl was a little confused. She looked at the door. The door of the ancestral hall was tightly closed, without any gap.

Then how can there be wind?

Suddenly, Ji Siye understood something. She turned around and looked at the altar filled with candlelight.

A bad feeling suddenly arose in my heart.

No.

No.

nothing.

Looking up from below, Ji Siye was quickly searching for the life candle that was blown out by the wind.

No.

No.

None of the candles burning below were extinguished, and they were still burning fiercely, as if they were roasting the person at the highest point.

Ji Siye's expression suddenly became clear. She silently pursed her lips, her eyes fixed on this.

At the top of the ancestral platform.

The candle symbolizes the Pope's life.

I don't know when it went out.

Two hundred and fifty-seven. Who are you laughing at?

The sound of a strong and heavy bell came from afar.

Twenty-seven times in total.

Announced the shocking changes in the Demon Cult.

It also announced the shocking changes in the entire Shenzhou.

The Pope has fallen.

The Pope of the Demon Cult, who had just announced the expedition against the Gods during the day, died in the middle of the night for unknown reasons. The monks of Nanposo Continent were awakened at this time, and anger arose in their hearts.

The original hatred of the ancestors was so old that even though they said that they had a blood feud with the gods, they had never actually experienced it. After all, Nanposo Continent and Beijulu Continent were too far apart.

But when the news of the Pope's assassination hit, people truly tasted the taste of hatred.

After all, who else can assassinate the Pope except the gods?

Although there was no evidence, the monks of the Demon Cult had already made a conclusion in their hearts. The soldiers in the barracks raised their weapons angrily and practiced desperately, as if they were fantasizing about venting their anger for revenge on the gods.

The gods are going too far.

This is almost a consensus in the entire South Posa Continent.

But the truth behind it is confusing.

......

......

"Catch these two guys!"

When Ji Siye said this with red eyes, Wen Youqing's eyes were full of confusion.

Who am I, where am I, what should I do, what did I do wrong, what is going on, is there any big shot who can explain it to me? !

Her brain was a little overloaded - after all, she just had a meal. Did she have to pay for the meal in the Demon Palace? Didn't that bad woman the Pope say that all expenses would be paid from her treasury?

If you don't want to treat, then don't do it. Is it necessary to do this?

And when Ji Siye said, "The Pope has been assassinated," Wen Youqing's already broken brain was overloaded and started smoking.

What the hell, the Pope is dead?

The dead pope?

Wasn't she having dinner with them just now? How could she be dead? You, Ji Siye, can find excuses if you want, but why are you looking for such an outrageous excuse? !

How can you joke about the life of your own Pope?

Jing Yan, on the other hand, was much calmer. He was thinking quickly, thinking about the relationship between them.

But the guards did not give him a chance to think.

The guards guarding the Pope have all reached the level of Lianxu Hedao. It is said that they can barely fight one-on-one, let alone if they swarm forward at the same time. There is no room for them to fight back at all.

What's more, their duty is to protect the Pope's safety. Now that the Pope has been stabbed under their noses, they will also be implicated. Everyone has a fire burning in his heart, wanting to bring the "murderer" in front of them to justice.

So, their actions are very rude.

Ji Qixue pursed her lips and watched the scene in front of her. The disgust she felt for her master did not make her feel good. Instead, she felt a little bit reluctant.

She opened her mouth, hesitated for a moment, and finally said, "Be gentle."

But Wen Youqing was different. As a witch who was fearless, she was shouting at this moment:

"What do you mean the Pope is dead? Ji Siye, I'm telling you, don't talk nonsense. We were just having dinner together. You are plotting a rebellion, don't you know?"

“The Pope and I have a close relationship. I advise you to quit now while you are ahead. Otherwise, when the Pope shows up, you will be held accountable… Ahhhh, don’t catch me.”

"enough!"

Ji Siye spoke out angrily, his voice cold but mixed with lingering anger.

"You really don't know what you've done?"

"What did I do? I just ate a few more mouthfuls of rice. Why can't you let me eat?"

Until this moment, Wen Youqing still didn't believe that the Pope was dead. He had just pretended to be mysterious at the banquet, and now he died so suddenly. Who would believe it if he told them?

"Okay, then I'll take you to see it."

Ji Siye waved his hand and commanded the imperial guards to bring Jing Yan and Wen Youqing into the banquet hall.

Her heart trembled violently for a moment, and she gritted her teeth.

Pushing open the banquet hall door that was covered in dust and black fog.

......

......

The room was dark.

But it doesn't mean that nothing can be seen.

There is still a faint light in everything.

The candles that were originally burning were extinguished here, and the long banquet table was still filled with unfinished sumptuous dishes.

The white tablecloth stretched from the end near the door to the far end. In the room surrounded by darkness, the whiteness was so dazzling.

Everything remained the same as it was when Jing Yan and Wen Youqing had just left.

Wen Youqing looked forward and saw the source of the faint light in the room - it was the skylight above the banquet hall, revealing the faint light of the full moon hidden in the dark clouds.

The light was cold and holy, like a tassel, shining directly on the Pope.

At this moment.

Ji Qixue sat on the chair of her own banquet.

She was dressed in purple, and the silk veil on her eyes had fallen down at some point, and the cold moonlight fell on her eyelashes, but there was no trembling, and everything was so quiet.

There was no trace of blood on her pale face, and some blood seeped from the corners of her mouth.

She is smiling.

The corners of the Pope's mouth were slightly pursed, as if he was smiling in his sleep. Everything was so beautiful, like a work of art.

And at this moment, the long sword that pierced her chest and nailed her to the seat was the pinnacle of this art.

Large patches of blood oozed from her chest, as bright and eye-catching as the red spider lily connecting the two sides of hell.

Wen Youqing was suddenly stunned at this moment.

The Pope is indeed dead.

She was indeed completely breathless.

But the scene before my eyes was so familiar——

Once on that rainy night, the Mad Pope also died on her throne in this way. Even their postures were so similar. Her chest was nailed to the throne with a sword, and there was a smile on her lips.

This is...what happened?

"Look at that sword."

Ji Siye said in a trembling voice: "Aren't you familiar with it?"

Wen Youqing was stunned for a moment and looked at the long sword that pierced the Pope's chest.

It was a lady's rapier.

The sword blade is sharp, reflecting the cold moonlight.