I'm the villain's mother.

"According to what you said, there must be someone secretly boosting the power of the other four clans, and you haven't found this person yet." There are too many loopholes in Jikong's words, and what Rong Baichuan said is more credible than him, but Wooden bowl wow, I don't want to pursue it now.

Jikong smiled: "That's right, or this person has been eliminated by us before."

Mu Wanwan sighed: "After all this, you still haven't told me what is being suppressed under the Stupa?"

Mu Wanwan didn't know Jikong's movements, but only heard the crackling sound of the clothes.

"It's General Guihun. Logically speaking, Li Huan should hate him, but now Li Huan is desperately trying to save him, and even summoned General Guihun's mount."

"What? Who do you think she's looking for?" Mu Wanwan was taken aback by the sudden shrill female voice.

And the place was pitch black, which made it even more weird. Mu Wanwan could only hear something crawling towards the side quickly.

She turned her head suddenly and saw a small purple flower, it was wisteria.

The little flower only illuminated a part of the place, and with the faint light of the day, Mu Wanwan could see the speaker's face clearly.

How should I describe it? Although I tried my best to transform into a human form, half of my face still looks like tree bark, and there are still leaves on top of my head. Even my body is still made of rattan. If you don’t look carefully, you might think it’s a wreath on your head. Transformation, a snake demon with only half a human face.

"You don't know where she went?"

Jikong's pale face came closer, Mu Wanwan's heart trembled, and she asked cautiously, "What's wrong with you?"

Ji Kong smiled slightly: "I searched the surrounding area with my spiritual power just now, but not only did I find nothing, but Jiang Shenyuan sucked nearly % of my spiritual power."

Mu Wanwan's voice was urgent: "But when you were in the Fanluo River, you consumed a lot of spiritual power. Why can't you take your own life when you have to investigate at this time? You became a fairy just to make you spend so much money. Is it a spiritual source?"

It was rare for Ji Kong to choke, but the urgency in an instant washed his thoughts away.

"If she is really allowed to bring all the ghosts to the stupa, there is really nothing to stop her. At that time, when General Guihun comes out, at least half of the six sects will die. What's more, the people of the six sects are not Not all here. I can't let this kind of thing happen, even if I want them to die, I have to bring Ghost City with me."

There was doubt and confusion in Mu Wanwan's eyes: "At this point, are you still planning?"

Ji Kong didn't speak, turned his head and began to probe with spiritual power again.

Mu Wanwan was also a little at a loss at the moment. It is true that Jikong's words were not pleasant, but they were true.

What they want is to put down the chaos of the four races except the human race, and what she wants is for her character to survive.It is obviously a relationship between using and being used, but at a certain moment, the same goal by different routes.

With trembling hands, she pulled out the vastness, and put it on the wisteria flower spirit: "Take us out."

Wisteria Flower Essence's eyes were empty at the moment, without any reaction.

"What's up with her?"

"She is not good enough." Following the old man's sigh came a green aura.

The verdant green filled the world in an instant, and the old locust tree in the courtyard slowly transformed into shape.

With a strong figure and a tough physique, he said slowly with wrinkles on his face: "You guys can't get out, Li Huan's spell, no one in the ghost town can solve it."

Mu Wanwan looked at him, and slowly turned the sword: "You can't either?"

The locust tree spirit smiled: "I can, but I won't do it. No matter what Li Huan decides, I won't destroy it."

Ji Kong stopped the hand that performed the spell: "Then Li Huan is dead?"

The wrinkles on the locust tree spirit's face became stiff at a certain moment, but after a while, she laughed: "That is her own choice, and everyone in the ghost town and I will not disobey, because she has done enough many."

Jikong opened his mouth slowly, and Mu Wanwan could vaguely hear some gnashing of teeth: "She is against the way of heaven!"

The locust tree spirit turned to look at him: "If it wasn't for disobedience to the way of heaven, why did she go to save General Guihun? Monk, don't you know the grievances between General Guihun and her?"

Mu Wanwan turned her gaze to Ji Kong, and said with surprise, "What else did you not say?"

Before Jikong could speak, the old tree suddenly said: "Who in this world is born as a ghost? He kept saying that there was a melee between the six clans 500 years ago, but there were no ghost clans in the world."

One thousand and eight hundred years ago, the daughter of Tianzun was scorched by the fire of the earth and urgently needed the Kunlun cold chalcedony to take with her, so she sent five thousand heavenly soldiers to go down to the Kunlun Mountains.

The Kunlun Mountains have been the place where the earth's marrow and veins converge since tens of thousands of years ago, and the Kunlun Chalcedony is the most aura part of the Kunlun Mountains.If you just leave Kunlun for 200 years, there is really no big problem, but the heaven borrowed it for 300 years.

The ancient monsters and demons were frozen under the Kunlun Mountains. During those 100 years, layers of hard ice were corroded, and the road to the world was broken.But at this time, because of the disappearance of Kunlun's cold chalcedony, the spirit veins dried up, the earth fire prevailed, and the world was severely drought.

Wars broke out, monsters ran rampant, and starvation was everywhere.

"The people in the ghost city are all those who fled from that time. At that time, they thought this would be their last haven, but General Guihun slaughtered all the people in the city after enjoying himself in the city."

When Mu Wanwan heard the locust tree spirit finish speaking, she was shocked beyond words.

"Why did he slaughter the city?" He could only ask in a daze.

"Because he needs to absorb the death energy of the dead, and it will help him increase his cultivation after refining."

Mu Wanwan suddenly remembered what Rong Baichuan said about his death, the general had already arrived when he died.

"Rong Baichuan clearly said that the flower house is open."

The locust tree spirit sighed: "After talking about pleasure, it is natural that a good life has passed for a while."

What Mu Wanwan still doesn't understand is that the way of heaven has trapped everyone in the ghost city here. They don't look like alive, and they don't look like dead.

One thousand three hundred years, day after day, year after year.

"She wants to rescue General Guihun and reshuffle the world, so that everyone in the ghost town can survive and be reincarnated." Mu Wanwan murmured.

The locust tree spirit glanced at Mu Wanwan, and then looked away.

"However, it's too risky. If this move is successful, even if General Guihun can help the ghosts in the ghost city to fulfill their long-cherished wish, there will be wailing all over the mainland after that. Isn't this moving out of the human world 300 years ago? It can't be like this , can’t be like this, can’t be like this.”

Mu Wanwan's hand was already a little unsteady, and even her voice was trembling.

One thousand and three hundred years ago, there were people, ghosts and monsters on this continent, but now, it is not only them.

And her characters, and the characters she's worked so hard to come up with.

Even ordinary people who haven't mentioned their names are still living people in her small world.