This devil can't get through

Chapter 9 Falling Leaves Nowhere to Go

Xia Qingyang walked out of the archway of the Green Demon Gate wearing a grimace mask with a green face and fangs. His steps seemed heavy, but his face was actually cheerful.

Why wear a grimace mask?
There are not enough masks to make up for it.

He is only 15 years old now, although he has been 'influenced' by Xuechi for three years, he is young and beautiful, but he can't be suppressed no matter what.

Then he could only follow the example of the 'Lateral King' Lanling King and cover his tender face with a grimace mask.

This time he went down the mountain, but he was going to lead the bad guy. With this face on his face, it was really not enough.

The disciples of the Demon Sect have long been in charge, and the Dao Sect disciples are still nesting in the mountains during the qi refining period.

It hurts to think about...

But there is no way. Although the disciples of the Green Devil Sect can withdraw the monthly spiritual stones and medicinal pills from the sect every month, each disciple also needs to regularly complete the tasks arranged in the sect... and the additional tasks on the hills they belong to.

The extra task of the Xuanyin Blood Pond is to get fresh blood, the fresher the better.

It is a problem that Xia Qingyang does not have the means to store blood on a large scale. Fortunately, the amount of blood he needs to turn over every month is not too much.

After coming down to Daqingshan, the first thing Xia Qingyang did was to return to the town where he had lived for 12 years... As a result, what he saw was a dead and silent ruins.

Under the grimace mask, his eyes suddenly turned red... Even if he didn't identify enough with this world at the time, this was the first place he began to accept that he belonged to this world!
Among the broken tiles and ruins, he swept his eyes and saw the white bones... It was not made by Zhangdulin. After all, Zhangdulin likes to bring people back to test poison, and the people injured by the poisonous work of Zhangdulin died. It also leaves poisonous burn marks on the bones.

It wasn't made by the White Bone Cave, even if it were the bones of a mortal, the White Bone Cave would not stay here waiting to rot.

On the top of the yin energy, Xia Qingyang saw many ghosts hiding in the shadows in broad daylight... There were no evil ghosts, maybe they had been taken away by the disciples of Youhunpo when they passed by.

But it shouldn't be done by the people of You Hunpo. You Hunpo doesn't like to use weapons when killing people. These corpses have obvious marks of sharp cuts.

Of course, it's not the handwriting of Xuanyin Blood Pond... After all, the disciples of the blood pond will never let so much blood spilled on the ground to dry up and turn black.

He didn't stay here too much, just stopped a little and left quickly.

At this time, even if he was fifteen years old, he couldn't hide the evil spirit on his face.

This town was ruined... as if it had been looted by rogues.

And I don't know how long ago it was, so he couldn't find it if he wanted to track it down.

Besides, he can't stay to track down, he must always remind himself that he is a bad person now...

But no matter what, he finally returned to the ruins that night.

Looking at the ghosts lingering in the ruins, he walked over step by step with words in his mouth.

He passed by here during the day, and he 'passed by' here at night.

There was no pause at the foot, and when the autumn cicadas in the surrounding mountains were crying, the ghosts turned into light and scattered...

In the matter of Chaodu, he is already 'practice makes perfect'.

Now Chaodu these dead souls has only made his merit meter advance a little, and it is still a little short of the opening of the fifth-layer talent.

Xia Qingyang was not dissatisfied with this, but felt how difficult this world was.

There are doubts in my heart, and no conclusion can be formed after all.

In the end, he surpassed the ghost here, which is worthy of his conscience.

With the speed under his feet, he once again headed for the small town in the distance.

There is a small town outside Daqing Mountain called Suqing City, named after the surrounding green mountains and valleys.

This Suqingcheng is not big, that is, with a population of over [-], and is governed by a small noble family.

However, being close to Daqingshan, it is inevitable to be affected by the Green Demon Gate.

This city is full of chaos.

Although it was said that the Green Demon Sect had strictly ordered its disciples not to attack the surrounding cities, they couldn't stand the landowners in this city, rushing to meet the preferences of the Demon Sect disciples...

In addition, there is no righteous disciple to uphold justice here, there is almost no order at all.

Xia Qingyang's task is also very simple, that is to assist the local nobles to continue the 'governance' of this plain green city...

For the Demon Sect disciples who are used to 'doing their own food and clothing', it's not really a bad thing.

After all, this place is limited by the rules of the Green Devil Sect. They can't slaughter and obtain the 'refining materials' they want, nor can they directly rob the rich households in the city.

It is really boring to have to stay honest and accept some of the meager filial piety from the City Lord's Mansion.

All the demon disciples from Lishan want to go far away, and they can let go of their hands and feet and do a big fight... Even if they kill a righteous disciple, the harvest is also huge!

That is, Xia Qingyang, a demon disciple who is 'not good at fighting' will stay here.

After all, Xia Qingyang is different from those demon disciples, his practice does not need so many 'refining materials' to overcome the side effects of the practice.

If it is possible, he really hopes that he can find a place to live forever... it's just that the conditions don't allow it.

It's not that he didn't think about escaping before he left the mountain gate. Unfortunately, every disciple was taken in a ray of spiritual sense as a hostage when he entered the gate.

Once the disciple flees, the old demon in the door will cast a spell with this spiritual thought...

Xia Qingyang doesn't dare to bet his own life... This is also one of the methods used by the Demon Sect to restrain its disciples. I just hope that with the help of 'Heng Tian Xuan Huang Chi', I can completely get rid of the constraints of the Demon Sect one day.

He walked into the city with a grimace mask, and the bloody aura on his body immediately alerted the guard.

This posture, don't ask, it must be a ruthless man from Daqingshan...

The guard hurriedly sent someone to summon him, but he didn't dare to stop him... It seems that they have been trained very well in this regard.

When he came to the City Lord's Mansion, one person walked out of it quickly.

Seeing that he was holding a flamboyant white bone banner in his hand, the white skeleton dangling on the banner... This is naturally a disciple of the White Bone Cave.

"This smell of blood... It's rare to see a disciple of the Blood Pond here on duty." The middle-aged white bone cave disciple said as he walked.

Because the disciples of the White Bone Caves need to use a lot of bones to refine the white bone banners, they often go to nearby towns to be on duty, and at night they do the activities of digging people's ancestral graves.

Xia Qingyang didn't say much, but said lightly to the disciple in the White Bone Cave: "Your duty period has expired, so you can go."

There is no respect for it, because he can vaguely sense that the cultivation of the disciples in the White Bone Cave is on the eighth or ninth level of Qi refining, and they are not much better than him in terms of cultivation.

In the past three years, he has also understood the meaning of a sentence... The people in the magic door are not so particular.

His understanding is that the more attention to the strong, the better, but for those whose level is not too bad or not as good as his own, then naturally there is no need to pay attention to anything.

This white bone cave disciple is probably used to this situation, just nodded slightly and left without saying a word.

I was just a little curious before... It's not bad that the disciples of the Demon Sect meet each other without stumbling. It's normal that they don't see it.

Unless there is an order from the upper echelons of the Demon Sect or the enemy is too strong, these disciples will never have any idea of ​​cooperation.

Xia Qingyang passed by silently with the disciples of the White Bone Cave, and entered the city lord's mansion... Only the first moment he stepped in, he felt helpless.

His keen hearing heard the faint wailing behind him.

Turning around and looking... I saw a child running out of a small alley crying.

He's covered in blood, and he's missing an arm...

His family was all panic-stricken, and then looked at the city lord's mansion with hatred... or looked at Xia Qingyang here.

Probably, he understood what was going on... It was the disciple of the White Bone Cave who took the child's arm before leaving.

It is really unwise to do such evil things.

But what can he do?

This Demon Sect disciple is so selfish, as long as they don't get caught, they won't care what happens to this ordinary family in the future, and whether the murder in the city will have a negative impact on the Green Demon Sect.

They just need to be free from punishment and get what they want.

(End of this chapter)