Mu Lingbo plucked a few stray hairs from his forehead, and then said seriously, "Because your grudges have nothing to do with me."
"You have always regarded Xiaobao's safety as the most important thing. Since this matter is related to Xiaobao's safety, how can it have nothing to do with you?" He narrowed his eyes slightly, with a cunning light in his eyes, but his eyes were unusual.
Sharp, as if he has some ability to peer into people's hearts.
Mu Lingbo hurriedly raised the cup he had just put down again, his movements seemed to be concealing haste, and he said in a nonchalant tone, "In any case, the reasons are not important. I don't have to distinguish right from wrong in everything."
People who take sides.”
"So, even if I am extremely evil and treacherous and am the enemy of the world, you will still stand by me?" He still fixed his eyes, not letting go of any flicker of Mu Lingbo's expression.
Seeing the trace of hesitation in her expression, Mo Jiuling quickly continued in a natural tone, "The reason why it is called Ghost Valley is not because of the rule that you must die if you enter the valley. It is just a far-fetched interpretation by later generations. In the past hundred years,
Before, it was mistakenly regarded as the second ghost realm and thought to be the last habitat of the ghost tribe in Cangyao."
"I see."
Mu Xiaobao, who had been listening to everything in silence, couldn't bear it any longer and poked his head, "Are there really ghosts in the world?"
Mo Jiuling explained, "The ghost clan is not a ghost, just like the Moga clan is not a god. It's just that Shura and Moga are deified, such as the Shura god of war believed by all people, and Moga is the servant of the god of war. Today's clan
Most of them are extinct, and only half-blooded Moga like Xian You are left. As the goddess of the witch clan, the Qimen Escape Technique and the healing and recovery methods mastered by the temple are all inherited from the Moga clan."
Mu Lingbo thought about it for a while, and in short, it was just one attack and one recovery.
"The ghost clan is not a clan. The remaining ghost clans are the Yaksha and Rakshasa clans. After expelling the ghost clan from Shenglin City, Yaksha and Rakshasa closed the gate to the ghost realm, and from then on they were with Cang Yao.
There was no way to get there. The Lord of Shenglin City asked Shenzong to add a seal outside the gate of the ghost realm to prevent the ghost tribe from counterattack after cultivating and recuperating. In this way for a hundred years, the alien race has completely disappeared from Cangyao, and the human race has ruled the entire continent.
"
"But, since they are not real ghosts, have they ever killed anyone? Do they have any grudges against humans?" Mu Xiaobao asked in confusion.
Mo Jiuling replied, "It's not like people have never killed others. On the contrary, they have never actively attacked."
"Then why expel them? They are not bad people."
Mu Lingbo touched his head. Mo Jiuling didn't need to answer this question at all, "Xiaobao, there is a saying that people who are not of my race must have different hearts. There is no justice in the behavior of barbarians."
"Yes, people who are not from my race must have different hearts." Mo Jiuling bowed his head and agreed, "The more important reason is desire."
Desire is the source of evil. For thousands of years, no matter which world or time and space we are in, this truth remains unchanged.
After traveling in the desert for a long time, the carriage finally stopped.
Once the sound of the carriage's rolling wheels disappeared, there was only deathly silence.
There is no road in the desert, with mountain peaks reaching into the sky on both sides, and a forest of strange rocks in front.
The terrifying stone pillars seemed to be towering into the sky, and in this desert under the setting sun, they looked even more like abandoned graveyards.
"Barren Stone Ridge, this is the first level leading to the Ghost Valley." Mo Jiuling looked far into the distance and saw the tombstone-like boulders standing in disarray, with no end in sight.
