Chapter 4249
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Mu Yan asked, "Get up, sit down and tell me slowly. What happened? Since you are the Demon Emperor's Priest, why did you become like this today? What's the relationship between you and that Zhong Li of the Priest Hall? "
The old man closed his eyes, and his heaving chest slowly calmed down.
He stood up according to Mu Yan's words and casually found a seat to sit down.
After careful observation, Mu Yan found that the old man's bearing was indeed different from that of ordinary beggars.
It was just that when he was in Cloud City, he deliberately concealed all of this.
His mouth was particularly poisonous, so people ignored these characteristics.
"The one in the Priest Hall, he was not originally called Zhong Li. His name was Wen Zhe. He used to be my only personal disciple, the Holy Son of the Priest Hall, and the candidate for the next Demon Emperor's Priest."
"I dedicated my whole life to the Demon God. Because I foresaw the Mandate of Heaven, I was destined to have no wife, no children, no blood relatives in this life. So I treated Wen Zhe as my own son. "
"However, in a great battle a thousand years ago, Wen Zhe and I were seriously injured. Wen Zhe's life was at stake. Regardless of the fact that my injury might worsen, I transferred a part of my Demon Soul to him and passed out."
When he said this, the old man's hands were clenched tightly, and his voice was tainted with a trace of deep-rooted hatred. "I managed to save his life with great difficulty, but when I woke up, I found that my appearance had changed, my Magic Core was damaged and could not be restored, and my cultivation was gone."
"And standing in front of me was Zhong Li, who had exactly the same appearance as me."
"Although his voice had changed, as soon as he opened his mouth, I knew that it was Wen Zhe, the disciple I treated like my own son, and even sacrificed my lifespan for him."
"With the same face as me, he pointed at me and told his subordinates that I was a thief who wanted to sneak into the Priest Hall to steal things, and asked them to throw me into the main city of one star."
"At that time, I really wanted to jump up and ask him why he did this to me? But I knew I couldn't! Wen Zhe doesn't know that I'm awake. Otherwise, even if he doesn't kill me immediately, he would surely think of other ways to shackle and torture me. "
"Then, I was thrown into the one-star main city [Ash Bone City]. At that time, I had not completely given up hope. I thought that as long as I could find a way to return to the Demon Imperial City and see my good friend Min Wei, I would be able to expose Wen Zhe's true colors."
"But soon, I found out that there were people monitoring me in Ash Bone City. There were several times when I met a powerful alchemist and asked for help. However, in a blink of an eye, that alchemist would be killed and I would be beaten up. I wouldn't be able to get up for ten days or half a month."
A look of pain and despair appeared on the old man's face. His crooked body almost wanted to curl up. His hands clasped the edge of the chair and trembled violently. His knuckles turned pale.
Those days were filled with darkness, despair, pain, and torture. They were endless.
Every time he thought he still had a trace of hope, Wen Zhe would fiercely shatter this trace of hope and stomp him into the muddy abyss.
This person didn't even stand in front of him to humiliate him, but he made his life sink into hell, consigned to eternal damnation.
Mu Yan suddenly took out the Tian Mo Qin and gently plucked the strings with her fingers.
The melodious sound of the qin was like a gurgling stream brushing past the old man's heart, slowly calming down the hatred and madness that filled his heart.
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