Section 145

He walked in when he knew it.

He was dressed in a green shirt, his hair was casually tied up with a wooden hairpin, and there was no extra decoration on his body. His eyebrows and eyes were painted with ink, as if he came on the breeze, which made people think of the exiled immortals in the storybooks at the first time.

But when he looked at it carefully, he felt that this person was ordinary, as if he was just a down-and-out scholar, not much different.

Ten different snacks were put together on a plate and quickly served, still emitting a faint heat, black, white, pink... small and exquisite, quite cute.

Yuan Buwei picked up a piece and nodded with satisfaction.

The fragrance of this street was mixed together, and this one smelled the most fragrant, so it was worth it for him to follow the smell to find it.

Not long after, there was a sound of swallowing saliva next to him, and Yuan Buwei couldn't help but look down.

A little guy stood beside his table, wearing a half-old jacket, with his hair tied up in a small bun. His head was not even as high as the table, and he was standing on tiptoe, tilting his head, staring at the snacks on his table.

His face was covered with a layer of sickness, his eyelashes were very long, and his eyes were very big. He just stared at it without blinking, and couldn't move away for a long time, and swallowed hard.

Yuan Buwei frowned slightly, staring at the top of his head.

A faint, paper-cut-like shadow was tightly attached to the back of the little guy, but this shadow was a little taller than him, and it came out from the top of his head. A wisp of mist emanated from it, constantly seeping into his body, but this little foodie had no reaction, still staring at the pastries and swallowing madly, unwilling to move a step away.

Yuan Buwei slowly finished eating most of the cakes, and when there was only one piece left, he suddenly picked up the cake, shook it in front of the little kid, and asked with a smile:

"Do you want to eat it?"

The little kid's big round eyes moved up and down with the cakes, and he sucked his saliva hard: "Yes!"

He looked at Yuan Buwei eagerly, and saw that the big brother with a pretty smile said "hmm" softly, then bit the cake directly into his mouth, and showed him an even prettier smile.

"What a pity." The young man stretched out his voice lazily and said with regret, "No more."

"..." After being stunned for nearly ten breaths, the little guy seemed to react, "Wow--"

He just cried out, and Yuan Buwei stretched out a hand in a flash and grabbed the little hair on his head, which scared him so much that he hiccuped. He opened his eyes wide in fear and stared at this hateful adult motionlessly.

All of a sudden, he remembered the many stories about beggars that his elders had told him before.

His little baby voice was trembling.

"No, don't kidnap me..."

"I'm just teasing you." Yuan Buwei stood up and retracted his palm, with a lazy smile on his face.

But the shadow that was originally attached to the child disappeared in an instant.

He put his right hand behind his back and flicked it lightly, and a wisp of mist was emitted, and the sound of screams could be heard faintly.

His left hand suddenly opened, and a straw bunny squatted vividly in his palm, which immediately attracted the child's attention and made him forget to cry.

"... Here, it's for you."

The young man put the straw bunny on the table, threw a silver bean for cooking money, and walked out.

——If you want to know how he could have money after being imprisoned in the sky prison, he should thank Princess Yuhua for her sponsorship. She invited him to the palace for a walk, and he washed up in the palace before leaving. It's not too much to take a little appearance fee, right?

At this time, breakfast time had passed, and the customers in the shop gradually became scarce. The boss was free and found that his grandson had sneaked into the shop.

He walked over while educating the child not to run around in the future, and saw that the grandson was playing with a vivid straw bunny, and he seemed to like it very much.

For some reason, he felt that the little rabbit was very lovable at first glance. When he looked at his grandson with a smile on his face, he also felt that the sickly little grandson had become much more energetic, and the sickness on his face had dissipated a lot.

The words that the boss was about to scold turned into kindness: "Where did this rabbit come from? It's interesting."

"...Yes, it was given by my big brother."

The little guy smiled with his small teeth showing, holding the rabbit happily, and wisps of smoke began to dissipate from his body from the place where the straw rabbit touched his palm.

The boss looked in the direction pointed by his grandson, and only saw a wisp of green clothes disappearing in the crowd.

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"So, what are you and where are you from?"

Not far from the shop, Yuan Buwei flicked his fingers carelessly, and a wisp of mist invisible to mortals emerged, as if something was rolling and struggling.

"Oh, I almost forgot, I've crushed you into pieces, and you can't speak. Then just follow your instinct."

Having said that, Yuan Buwei flicked his finger again, no longer restraining this thing, but letting it go.

In the blink of an eye, the wisp of mist floated out.

Yuan Buwei followed behind calmly.

——This thing, whether it was a demon, a ghost or a monster, was crushed by Yuan Buwei to the point where it had only the last bit of consciousness left. It was difficult to speak, let alone think. Now it was like a dying beast, acting completely on instinct.

In addition, Yuan Buwei was chasing behind it, and the extremely ferocious aura forced it to flee back to its most familiar nest. That was the safest place for it.

Yuan Buwei walked slowly in the crowd, seemingly very slowly, but in fact he walked a long way in a flash. The people coming and going around him didn't even touch a corner of his clothes. Even if someone had seen his face, they would forget it completely in the next moment.

The crowd gradually thinned out, and soon they left the bustling Xuanwu Street, and the mist was still moving southward.

Yuan Buwei chased after him until he came to a deserted bamboo forest. The mist had dissipated until only the last trace remained. At this moment, he felt like he was back home. He flew in and quickly disappeared into the bamboo forest.

"That direction..." Yuan Buwei's eyes moved slightly. Through the thick bamboo forest, he vaguely saw an ancient Taoist temple. He remembered the news he had heard from others before, "Is it Daozhen Temple?"

The breeze blew through the bamboo forest, and the Taoist temple was hidden in the bamboo forest. A faint breath came from the wind.

Even at such a distance, Yuan Buwei could still keenly judge the breath: "...It's the smell of blood."

As Yuan Buwei approached, the breath became stronger and stronger, until an ancient Taoist temple appeared completely in front of him. Blood flowed down the steps one by one, solidifying on the steps like paint.

At the top of the steps, two Taoist boys dressed in Taoist robes and dressed as boys fell at the door, with various scars on their bodies and pale faces, having been dead for a long time;

Stepping over the threshold and entering the Taoist temple, another young Taoist priest fell to the ground next to the incense table, his face twisted and painful, blood slowly flowing from his head;

Turning through the side door, an old Taoist priest in a simple Taoist robe and with black hair fell to the ground, with scattered Taoist scriptures around him. He inserted one hand into his heart, and his facial expression was extremely twisted and hideous.

There was no living person in the whole Taoist temple.

There was only that wisp of mist that ran back instinctively.

Yuan Buwei reached out to crush the last bit of remaining mist directly, and returned along the path he came from. He walked steadily, passing the old Taoist priest who died of heart disembowelment, the young Taoist priest who committed suicide by hitting his head, and the two Taoist boys who tortured themselves to death on the ground.

——No external injuries, no signs of other people coming here. From all the details, it can be seen that these people tortured themselves to death.

——No, it cannot be said that they are still themselves. Maybe the soul in this body has already changed its owner?

"The breath of "filthy" Dao Wen..."

Yuan Buwei looked thoughtful and suddenly raised his head to look in the direction he came from. His eyes seemed to pass through the bamboo sea, through the mountains of people, and saw the towering palace.

...Just not long ago, he used it on a person.

And the time of death of these people was at that node.

It is hard not to associate them with one person. ※This work was organized and uploaded by the online reader of Situ.

"Instantly infected by the "filthy" Daowen, the soul was destroyed in the extreme distortion and self-destructed..." At this moment, Yuan Buwei thought of many things, "So, these are the bodies of Li Mo's soul?"

If the demon soul beside Princess Yuhua was only one of the parts he had divided, then wouldn't it be normal for him to be so weak?

This "filthy" Daowen is very targeted at the clones. No matter how many parts the soul is divided into, as long as it is the soul of the same person, it will be infected in an instant, the soul will be distorted, and finally end in death.

...So what about Princess Yuhua?

Has the demon soul in Princess Yuhua's body now self-destructed? Perhaps Princess Yuhua's special identity can suppress this distortion? But this also means that he can no longer leave Princess Yuhua's body. Once he leaves, he will surely die.

Many thoughts flashed through his mind, and the eyes that were originally looking in that direction became more expectant.

"... I'm really curious."

Chapter 123: The Third Place 8

In the palace, Li Mo, who only had the last trace of the demon soul left, hid in the body of Princess Yuhua. He tried every means to expel the polluted breath attached to the demon soul, but all failed. Instead, the strange and twisted breath spread deeper and deeper into his demon soul.

"What the hell is this?!" Under the invasion of that breath, Li Mo felt that his reason was on the verge of losing control, and it was not easy to think clearly, "That Xie Yuan must have a problem!"

He repeatedly recalled what had happened during this period of time, and was sure that Xie Yuan's attitude changed drastically when he first granted marriage in the Golden Palace. Unfortunately, he was not at the scene at that time, and could not be sure whether the other party had a problem at that time.

"Someone took over Xie Yuan's body before me, and deliberately set me up..." Li Mo came to this conclusion easily, and his heart sank immediately, "I planned for so long, but I was intercepted!"

"Damn it! Don't let me catch you——"

Tortured by the "filthy" Daowen, Li Mo obviously lost his usual calmness, and became a little more crazy and irritable. He had to devote a lot of his mind to resist the pollution of the "filthy" Daowen.

If he was just pretending to be weak before, then he was really weak to the extreme now.

"Ah, Ah Mo..." At this moment, the voice of Princess Yuhua sounded in his consciousness, with some hesitation that he didn't have before, "...Are you okay?"

The irritated Li Mo instinctively wanted her to shut up, but another thought suddenly came to his mind.

...Just a while ago, when he was severely injured by the unknown mysterious man, the moment the polluted breath spread to the demon soul like a thorn in the bone, he sank into extreme pain and lost contact with several other demon souls, and it is still the same until now.

Li Mo suddenly had a bad guess in his heart.

If his guess is true, then Princess Yuhua may be his last straw.

Thinking like this, after a moment of silence, he finally spoke: "Yue'er..."

His voice was very complex, weak, powerless, guilty, and a bit at a loss, and full of emotions.

After just calling out like this, he paused, as if he didn't know what to say, and finally sighed softly.

"Before, I was