After the disagreement with Hua Sanyin that day, Yang Rui chose not to interfere with the trivial matters within the Ten Thousand Demon Sect, and only told Hua Sanyin that he wanted to know the past history of the Holy Demon Sect.
Seeing that Yang Rui chose to ignore the trivial matters of the Ten Thousand Demon Sect, Hua Sanyin was naturally happy to see it. If Yang Rui interfered too much in the internal affairs of the Ten Thousand Demon Sect, it would be unjustifiable for him to take action against Yang Rui. However, as for Yang Rui's request,
Hua Sanyin still had no reason to refuse, and immediately asked the disciples in the Holy Demon Sect to collect the classics recorded in the Holy Demon Sect and send them back to the Ten Thousand Demon Sect.
Yang Rui was not concerned about Fu Ming's life or death. He just wanted to find out whether Fu Ming was dead or alive, the authenticity of what Fu Ming said before his death, and the most important point, if he was in the Ten Thousand Demons Sect, it would really be dangerous.
, Yang Rui must quickly run away with Feng Qingyu, and there is no way he can stay in Wanyao Sect, Hua Sanyin and the others to die.
After successfully obtaining what he wanted, Yang Rui announced his retreat, took the classics he brought from the Holy Demon Sect, and began to read them one by one.
There is nothing special. The classics simply record the establishment of the Holy Demon Sect. However, Yang Rui was slightly stunned after seeing the name recorded in the classics. That Fu Ming was actually the number one of the Holy Demon Sect.
As the leader of the sect, Yang Rui couldn't help but smacked his lips: "Grandma, who would have thought of this? I heard Fu Ming say it that day as if the Holy Demon Sect had been passed down for many generations. He himself was the number one.
Acting Sect Master, how dare you say that the inheritance of Tianyao Palace and Ten Thousand Demon Sect is not as good as that of Holy Demon Sect!"
Yang Rui complained for a while, and then continued to read the classics of the Holy Demon Sect. After looking at it, Yang Rui stopped reading. Fu Ming was rarely mentioned in it, and when the name was mentioned, it was only mentioned in one stroke, as if Fu Ming, the sect leader, existed.
Feeling very low.
"They are all useless rubbish. Is it possible that what Fu Ming said was really just a threat to transform into three yins?" Yang Rui threw the classics in his hand to the ground and muttered to himself.
The book was flipping randomly on the ground. Suddenly, a picture caught Yang Rui's attention. It recorded the appearance of Fu Ming, but it was somewhat different from the Fu Ming that Yang Rui saw with his own eyes that day. But what exactly was the difference?
, Yang Rui couldn't explain it, he just thought that too much time had passed, and Fu Ming's appearance became different from the portrait.
"Oh, it seems that I am really overthinking it. However, the master of this dignified Holy Demon Sect used cruel words to scare others before he died. Isn't this too tasteless?" Yang Rui lay down.
On the ground, he complained harshly to Fu Ming.
"Dong dong dong"
There was a knock on the door, and Yang Rui shouted casually: "Come in!"
Feng Qingyu pushed the door open and walked in. Looking at Yang Rui lying on the ground, she couldn't help but said: "Brother, you don't mind the dirt on the ground! What's going on? What did you see in the Holy Demon Sect's classics?
No?"
Yang Rui lay on the ground and shook his head: "No, junior sister, what kind of rubbish books are recorded in this Holy Demon Sect? It's a shame that Fu Ming has the nerve to say that the Holy Demon Sect's heritage is so long, so long! The only thing mentioned in the record is of some use.
, it’s just a portrait of Fu Ming, nothing else.”
Feng Qingyu looked at the books on the ground, bent down to pick them up, looked at Fu Ming's portrait on it, and joked with a smile: "I didn't expect that the master of the Holy Demon Sect is actually a handsome man. It's just with these eyes that he can see
It looks a little scary.”
"Huh?" After hearing Feng Qingyu's words, Yang Rui stood up, came to Feng Qingyu, and looked at Fu Ming's portrait. He saw that Fu Ming's eyes in the portrait were dark, without a trace of white, pure black.
His pupils had no luster at all.
Yang Rui finally remembered the difference between the Fu Ming in the painting and the Fu Ming he saw. The Fu Ming he saw that day had the same eyes as a normal person, while the Fu Ming's eyes in the portrait were just like Feng Qingyu said.
As you said, it looks a bit scary, it looks dull, and it doesn't look like the eyes that a living person or monster should have.
Thinking of this, Yang Rui was shocked and lost his voice: "What if Fu Ming's body is not a demon?"
"What?" Hearing Yang Rui's sudden words, Feng Qingyu quickly looked at Yang Rui.
"That day, Fu Ming died immediately after saying the words that threatened to transform Sanyin. How could this be done? Even if he committed suicide, there must be a buffer time, right? But if Fu Ming's body is not a monster, even
If he is not a living creature, can he be able to make his body lose its breath in an instant, because he is not a living creature himself!" Yang Rui's eyes gradually glowed with light.
Feng Qingyu looked confused: "Brother, what are you talking about? If it is not a living thing, how can it be possible to practice! Fu Ming is the leader of the Holy Demon Sect, how can it not be a living thing?
"
Yang Rui's eyes were gloomy, and the words he spoke made Feng Qingyu feel the cold wind: "Junior sister, have you heard from grandpa that there is a kind of creature in this world? They are human or demon whose bodies mutate after death.
It is formed by cultivating spiritual wisdom, just like the bone slaves and spirit puppets who were refined into weapons in the Shifang Palace trial, but it is slightly different from them. The consciousness of the bone slaves and spirit puppets comes from their lifetimes.
There are also their controllers, and the consciousness of these creatures is completely independent, with only a few memories of their lifetimes. This race, I once heard Senior Yujing talk about, they live in the Demon Realm and are...
Called the Original Corpse Clan.”
"Brother, what do you mean, Fu Ming is from the original zombie race? How is this possible? Since it is a race from the Demon Realm, how can it appear in the Demon Realm?"
Yang Rui's eyes fell on Fu Ming's portrait: "I'm not sure whether Fu Ming is an original corpse tribe, but I know one thing, that there is no white in the eye sockets and pure black pupils. This can be seen in someone."
"who?"
"Dead man." Yang Rui looked at Feng Qingyu and said softly.
Feng Qingyu felt the hair on her back stand on end. She pointed at Fu Ming's portrait and asked, "Senior brother...you mean...you mean that Fu Ming is a dead person?"
Yang Rui held Feng Qingyu's cold little hand in his palm and said comfortingly: "Everything right now is just my guess. If it is really as I guessed, Fu Ming's true body should be facing Wan Wan in the next few days.
The Demon Sect has taken action, and it’s time for us to look for opportunities to leave the Ten Thousand Demon Sect.”
Feng Qingyu looked at Yang Rui: "Senior brother, don't you plan to help Sect Leader Hua resist Fu Ming's attack?"
"Hua Sanyin, arrogant and unwilling to listen to others' advice. That day I went to remind him to be careful about Fu Ming's death. As the leader of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect, he didn't take Fu Ming to heart, so why should I worry about it?