Chapter 1230
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Ye Qingtang was completely stunned as she looked at the blood-stained child in front of her.
In a trance, she could not help but recall the legends about the Temple of Shadows that she had heard in her previous life.
It was rumored that at the peak of the Temple of Shadows, not only did the Holy Lord hold down the fort, but there was also a mutated Undead under the Holy Lord whose power was not inferior to the Holy Lord's. He was the Holy Son of the Temple of Shadows.
If she guessed correctly, the blood-stained child in front of her was the legendary mutated Undead, the Holy Son of the Temple of Shadows.
"Ah Yao? How could you be so cruel to abandon me and disappear for so many years? " Seeing that Ye Qingtang did not respond for a long time, the child's exquisite little face was full of grievance, as if he was about to cry in the next second.
Ye Qingtang looked at the child in front of her and really wanted to cry but had no tears.
It was rumored that the Holy Son was temperamental and extremely bloodthirsty. Moreover, because of his identity as a mutated Undead, he could never grow up and could only look like a child. However, his reputation for cruelty surpassed that of any other Undead.
Ye Qingtang did not dare to let this bloodthirsty little fellow discover his identity as an imposter. She could only pretend to be troubled and keep quiet.
When the little boy did not receive a response from Ye Qingtang, his expression suddenly changed and a twisted murderous aura spread across his face. He suddenly turned his head and looked at the many Undead in the main hall and said, "The Undead Clan, the Undead Clan, the Undead Clan.
"It must be that despicable bug who tarnished Ah Yao's Nine Souls Ring and made her unhappy. Where is that human?"
The many Undead trembled under the child's cold gaze and hurriedly brought the man with the goatee into the main hall.
Seeing that the criminal had been captured, the child then turned to look at Ye Qingtang. However, the moment he turned his head, the cold murderous intent on his face instantly turned into grievance and unease.
"Ah Yao, don't be angry. It's all my fault for not protecting your things properly. Don't worry, I will kill this bug who tarnished your Nine Souls Ring now."
Before Ye Qingtang could speak, the little boy suddenly turned into a gust of black demonic wind and pounced towards the man with the goatee.
When the man with the goatee saw the fangs in the little boy's mouth, his face instantly turned pale. He exclaimed, "Holy Son, please spare me. I never thought of tarnishing the Holy Lord's Dharma treasure. I just admire the Holy Lord too much …"
"How can a despicable worm like you be worthy of admiring Ah Yao?" The little boy suddenly stretched out his blood-stained little hand. In the blink of an eye, that hand suddenly turned into a ghastly white bone and directly clasped onto the goateed man's head.
"You have tainted Ah Yao's things. I will not let you die so easily. I will carve your name on the Nightmare Stone so that you will never be reincarnated."
A red light suddenly flashed in the little boy's eyes as he looked straight into the eyes of the man with the goatee.
In an instant, the man with the goatee seemed to be frozen in place. He sat on the ground motionlessly, his eyes blank and unfocused.
"Tell me your name," the little boy said coldly.
"Mu … Mu Shi …" The man with the goatee said in a daze.
However, just as the man with the goatee spoke, a strange look suddenly flashed across Ye Qingtang's eyes.
He was Mu Shi?
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