By the artificial lake in the backyard, Suning looked up at the night sky with silent eyes.
Even after leaving the ancestral home of the Zheng family in Tasong Village, Huang Yulan's words still seemed to echo in her ears.
According to her, there are countless spirit foxes in the world, with different types.
The only people who can completely suppress her based on blood origin are the Demon King.
This has nothing to do with the level of cultivation, but comes from the long inheritance of the demon clan itself.
It is an oppression that is deep in one’s bones and difficult to resist.
So with only the thin remaining demonic energy, she not only identified the demonic entity for Suning, but also directly determined its true origin.
I'm sure, but I don't know where to start.
This made Suning feel depressed and anxious.
Fortunately, there are two roads. The dark road is impassable, but the open road is feasible.
Xi Dongci is dead, and the suspicion of Buddhism has been ruled out.
Duan Zuoquan, if nothing else, is also innocent.
Among the remaining Yun Zong and Chen family, in Suning's view, Chen Xuanjun was obviously the more suspect.
But he couldn't figure it out. How did the little Chen family and the little water snake that turned into an evil python persuade and win over the orthodox demon spirits to do things for him?
"Hey, Lingxi ordered a midnight snack for you, a bunch of delicious food."
Dao Huo'er appeared like a ghost, holding up the golden chicken wings in his hand and said: "Your wife said that there is no shortage of people with evil intentions in this world."
"The human race has gentle scum, and the demon race naturally has things that are worse than beasts."
"Neither the Chen family nor the Yunzong have the background to collude with the Demon King's lineage."
"Hurry up, hehe, they're just a few little grasshoppers without eyes. There's no need to take it to heart."
Suning agreed: "I think so too."
Dao Huo'er gnawed on the chicken wings and said with a greasy mouth: "Xiao Zheng'er encountered something evil, and Lao Wu and the others can't handle it. I have to go take a look tomorrow, and I can't accompany you to the Yunzong Building."
"If you have time, please help me."
"I only like fighting and eating candy. When it comes to conquering demons, I'm not as good as you."
Suning said "Okay" and agreed with a smile.
...
One o'clock in the morning, Zhen'an Building.
The spacious living room in the secret room is surrounded by a chilling atmosphere.
Blind Tong faced the huge mural, leaning on a cane, with a gloomy expression.
Below him, the Sleeping Monsters and several other people were hanging their heads, not knowing what they were thinking.
No one spoke, and the atmosphere was deadlocked.
After a while, the black-faced old woman with the most violent temper stood up and walked around and said: "The one who died today is Xi Dongci, and tomorrow it may be a disciple from other lines."
"That guy was clearly venting his anger on Lingxi, and he dealt with him one by one."
"If he plays like this, all the fate disciples owned by Liumai will die violently, so why are they fighting for luck?"
The round-faced old man echoed: "The master requires the six Chinese veins to coexist peacefully and use the earth soul to absorb the energy of creation. Without any one of them, the induction between the earth souls will be interrupted."
"The six channels are small, but the master's plan is big."
"If things go wrong, none of us will survive."
Blind Tong sighed, turned around and asked, "Do you have any way to stop him?"
The black-faced old woman said seriously: "Go all out."
Blind Tong sneered: "How can you go all out?"
"Just the five of us?"
"Seven people once joined forces to seize the opportunity, but he still escaped calmly."
"Five people undoubtedly died in vain."
The black-faced old woman said angrily: "We can't just watch his bad deeds affect us."
