I, a minor character, fell into the Shura field of the heroine and the villain

After being parasitized, a tumor monster cannot be transformed back to its original form. Especially this low-level tumor monster is no longer a human, but a complete zombie.

There is no need to have mercy on them.

The pig head let out a shrill howl and crawled towards the master and disciple using both hands.

Zhao Mengyao's heart was pounding. She could feel an aura from the monster that was much stronger than her own.

After defeating the pig-headed monster by a trick, she realized one thing: the monster was just a facade and could be defeated.

So, the last bit of fear she had of this ugly monster disappeared.

"Die, ugly thing."

Zhao Mengyao took a step forward, and she quickly made hand gestures, summoning an extremely yin water snake.

The water snake opened its bloody mouth and, under her control, hit the place on the left side of his brain where the hole was wide open.

The pig-headed monster's crawling movements stopped, and his breath slowly fell.

His realm also dropped from the middle stage of the Nascent Soul to the early stage of the Nascent Soul, and there is a trend of continuing to decline.

But when it is on the verge of death, the monster's dying struggle cannot be underestimated.

He grabbed a handful of bricks and threw them at the master and disciple.

Swish!

A wall of water rose up, blocking the stone bricks, and the surface of the water wall was turbulent and undulating like waves.

Driven by the huge impact force, several larger stones penetrated the water wall and were about to hit Zhao Mengyao.

At that moment, she was stunned.

Boo!

Fortunately, Zhao Kangping released a lightning bolt and shattered the huge rocks.

"Don't be dazed during a battle." He was a little disappointed with his second disciple's performance, but he still took the opportunity to give him a reminder.

Because he had already trained Luo Xueqing, a first-level disciple of the Holy Land, in his early years, he did not have too high requirements for the second disciple.

He had a pretty laissez-faire attitude towards her, and he didn't interfere too much with her cultivation, hoping that she could grow up easily and happily.

But he later realized that if Mengyao did not have the strength to protect herself, she might have experienced the same bullying as in her previous life and gradually become paranoid.

The hideous and ugly monster crawled towards the two of them little by little, still making unpleasant humming sounds from its mouth.

According to Zhao Mengyao's observation, there was a dark red tumor on the pig-headed monster's chest, which contracted and trembled as it crawled. This must be the source of its mutated power. If this tumor was destroyed, the monster would die.

Zhao Kangping had also told her about a parasitic tumor that had appeared in the city. It could parasitize humans and grant them powerful powers. However, the price they paid was that the host would become a monster and gradually lose their sanity.

Early sarcoma monsters were eliminated due to their obvious weaknesses, making them easily killed by cross-border attacks. Later iterations no longer simply attached the sarcoma to the body, but implanted it into the host.

At this time, this pig-headed monster was still an early experiment and was probably a failure.

However, he didn't tell anyone all the information about the tumors. At that point in time, most people were still unaware of such things. If he knew too much, it would appear suspicious.

Because Zhao Kangping had previously mentioned to Zhao Mengyao about the strange man in the bamboo hat in the city, she also guessed the monster's weakness.

And as long as she was not blind, the tumor on the monster's chest was so conspicuous, trembling, and occasionally emitting a strange aura. It would be difficult for her not to try to attack it at least once.

The extremely cold water flow rotated at high speed and turned into a small waterspout.

The ugly pig-headed monster pressed down with one palm, and spider-web-like cracks appeared on the ground.

He tried to grab a handful of bricks and rubble again, but at this moment he also exposed the tumor in front of Zhao Mengyao.

The extremely yin water tornado took advantage of this opportunity to hit the tumor. After the throbbing tumor came into contact with the extremely yin water, it turned into a pool of pus in less than three breaths.

"Uluru!~~"

With one last shrill pig squeal, the ugly mass of fat fell to the ground, and then he completely lost his life.

"I won." Zhao Mengyao finally felt a sense of victory. She hadn't expected that the tumor was actually her fatal weakness.

But before she could be happy, Wan Baiyi beside her called out, "Look, there's a passage leading underground."

When she shouted like that, everyone's attention was diverted and no one praised Zhao Mengyao anymore.

Because of this, the second disciple felt a little resentful.

……

In the dark prison of Suzaku Hall, in a torture room, a middle-aged monk with gray hair and beard was chained to a copper pillar.

The copper pillar had been burned red, but the monk on the pillar did not even shout.

"He's really tough." Yan Qing, Dongfang Jingrou's former deputy in Suzaku Hall, sighed in front of the inner sect elder from the Shen family.

This old man would rather die than betray his family, and insisted that withholding tribute was his personal behavior.

Should we say he is stupid or loyal to his family?

Whether he said it or not, it didn't make much difference. Suzaku Hall had always been ruthless in interrogating prisoners.

It might be better if you tell it yourself. If you are forced into a corner, you can also get some information by searching the soul.

But soul searching can easily turn a person into a fool. If he becomes a fool, it will not be fun.

The old man's cultivation was restricted by specially made shackles, and the red copper pillars burned his back until it was bloody.

He eventually passed out from the pain.

Bai Qianqian, who was sitting opposite him, frowned after seeing this. She said helplessly, "Does this have to be a last resort?"

She was talking about soul searching.

Although the existing evidence is sufficient, it will be difficult for them if he refuses to confess.

Yan Qing: "How about we end the interrogation here today? This is also the first time that Lady Saint has dealt with such a matter, so there is no rush. We need to be more patient than these prisoners."

Bai Qianqian listened to the screams for almost the entire day, which made her feel suffocated all day.

How did Aunt Jing manage to hold on? She felt like she might go crazy if she stayed in the dark cell any longer.

After bidding farewell to Yan Qing, Bai Qianqian returned to the Holy Lord's Palace.

Although the Holy Land had prepared her own independent dojo after she became a Saint, she still preferred to come to the Holy Lord Hall because that was where her master stayed.

She learned from the maid that her master was currently handling matters related to the Holy Land Competition that would be held in the Holy Land in a few days.

This competition was held many years earlier than in previous years, reportedly to select candidates for the upcoming ruins expedition.

As a saint, she will definitely participate in the exploration of the ruins.

There is also Luo Xueqing. Since she is the first sequence among the disciples of the holy land, she does not need to participate in the competition to be qualified.

Bai Qianqian unknowingly arrived at the bedroom of the Holy Master.

"Master is not here after all." After entering Mu Wanyi's boudoir, she smelled a sweet fragrance, which was the scent of Master Saint.

Her eyes swept across the big bed in the bedroom, and her mind unconsciously recalled the scene she had seen at the beginning.

That day, Uncle Shi was lying on the back of Master...

And that time when my uncle broke in and molested me was also on this bed.

Thinking of this, her face turned as red as an apple.

She quickly cleared her mind of distracting thoughts and remembered the main reason she came here.

She wanted to seek Master's guidance on issues related to cultivation.

Master should be back soon.

While waiting, she browsed through the bookshelves in the room.

She has read 70% of the books here, but there are also many that she has not read.

Bai Qianqian stood on tiptoe, and her jade-like white knuckles stroked the books. She pulled out a book she had never read before from the top of the bookshelf.

But because the bear was too big, it pressed against the books on the middle shelf. When she took down the book on the top shelf, the fabric on her chest just caught the books on the middle shelf.

Wow~

Several books fell to the ground.

While cleaning up, she found a folded piece of paper tucked between a fallen book.

The saint unfolded the paper with her slender fingers.

"There is a beautiful woman, I will never forget her once I see her..." Bai Qianqian's voice was as sweet as spring water. After seeing the poem on the paper, she recited it aloud unconsciously.

"This is Feng Qiu Huang." At this time, a somewhat majestic but magnetic voice sounded behind the saint.

Chapter 302: Bai Qianqian's Collecting Habit

"That's the name of the song." Behind Bai Qianqian, the Saint Lord, whose face was bright, noble and extremely beautiful, added.

Today she was wearing a gorgeous and luxurious bright yellow palace gown embroidered with phoenixes and flowers. The bright red bodice outlined a bottomless ravine. Her demeanor was dignified and elegant, and she was incredibly beautiful.

"A song?" The first thing the saint saw seemed to be a poem.

Mu Wanyiyu pointed at the paper and said, "It has a composition."

Then, Bai Qianqian took another closer look and found that there were indeed some incomprehensible scribbles above each line of the poems.

"These are called musical notes. I remembered that I have a book here that mentions the meaning of these symbols." Based on her memory, Mu Wanyi took a not-so-thick book from the bookshelf.

She handed it to her disciple Bai Qianqian and said, "I know you like music, so you should like this notebook."

Bai Qianqian took it and realized that she had noticed this inconspicuous notebook before.

There was nothing on the cover, but judging by its thickness, it could not have been more than twenty pages. Compared to Master's other books, it seemed rather ordinary.

After flipping through a few pages at random, Bai Qianqian actually found the meaning of the weird drawings and symbols in it.

It corresponds exactly to the five notes of Gong, Shang, Jiao, Zheng and Yu.

At the same time, this notebook also contains the song called Feng Qiu Huang, as well as many other songs.

The notebook also includes the author's thoughts on what instruments are suitable for these songs, as well as some of his experiences and insights during practice.

"Master, have you studied music before? Were these songs written by you?" This notebook came from the Holy Lord's collection, so Bai Qianqian naturally thought so.

Even if she had not heard the wonderful music in person, with her many years of musical attainments, she could tell that these songs were all top-notch works.

But Mu Wanyi shook her head and said, "No, this is all from Junior Brother's brilliant writing."

"Junior brother? Which junior brother?"

"Who else could it be? I only have one junior fellow apprentice, and that's your Uncle Zhao."

Bai Qianqian couldn't associate these pieces of music with the uncle who had once molested her.

There are many people of the same generation as the Holy Lord in the Holy Land, and those male cultivators who are younger than her can be regarded as her junior brothers.

But Mu Wanyi herself does not want to be involved in these relationships with others, and others dare not get close to her.

For example, the current masters of the seven halls of the holy land are all Mu Wanyi’s junior brothers and sisters in terms of seniority, but when the Holy Lord addresses them, he either calls them by their names directly or by their surnames plus the word “hall master”.

The only person she would call Zhao Kangping is her junior brother.

This is not only because they are from the same lineage, but also because of her special love for her junior brother.

"Ah? Uncle-master also understands music?" This was the first time Bai Qianqian knew this.

It’s not the Saint’s fault that she is ignorant.

The reason is that Zhao Kangping only played for a few people back then.

The most hateful thing is that he studied music theory just to please that stinky master.

At that time, he played the guqin for Lan Ruoyu quite often. Unfortunately, she was so ungrateful that she abandoned them and ran away.

After that, the younger brother rarely played, and he even destroyed his own instruments and was about to burn the music scores.

After being discovered in time by Mu Wanyi, she confiscated the music scores and notes from him.

A long time ago, Mu Wanyi was very curious. Her junior brother grew up with her in the mountains and had never learned music theory, so how could he play such beautiful piano music?

Mu Wanyi suspected that he must have learned it secretly outside when he came down the mountain. She didn't ask further, but she thought that was the case.

He also wrote so many songs, and each one was so beautiful. She praised his talent, and he said he copied them.

It was clearly his disheartened self-deprecation after his master left. In Mu Wanyi's mind, those songs were written by his junior brother himself.