These fairies want me to deal with them every day.

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"What do we do now...?"

Bai Youwei looked at the boy beside her.

Wei Tu's expression was not much, but he said one sentence with unusual firmness.

"To avenge him."

75 Seeds of Darkness

"Brother Ming... what should we do now..."

Rain began to fall outside the Ten Thousand Demon Mountain.

The sound was now coming from a simple cave.

Looking around, the cave was crowded with people, about ten in total.

Ming Quan was already in a sorry state and even exhausted. Looking at Xu Zhao in front of him, he had no words to express his suffering.

They never expected that what seemed like the safest trial would lead to this situation.

A group of men in black wearing skull masks... were actually slaughtering them, and the one they were looking for... was that cold and beautiful girl named Bai Youwei.

If they couldn't answer, they would surely die. The key point is that Ming Quan also saw through it. Even if they answered correctly, death was still waiting for them.

The cruelty of those people's methods was unprecedented.

Almost from their very first move, Ming Quan realized that the enemy was not only numerous and well-prepared, but also, in terms of strength and cultivation level... several Dragon Slayer Realm experts were simply beyond their ability to confront head-on. Thus, the remaining members of the group could only flee...

The only option was to escape.

But the nightmare was yet to come.

From all directions, they found disciples who had come from other coordinates and told everyone about it, including the two remaining Dragon Slayer Realm senior uncles.

However, the nightmare began at this moment.

The group seemed to follow them like shadows, and the moment they reunited, they launched another massacre.

To help them survive.

The two senior uncles resolutely chose to stay behind to cover their retreat, so that they could quickly escape from the Ten Thousand Demon Mountain and do everything they could to preserve their strength and find an opportunity to report to their sect.

They even left their last hope—the sound transmission stone.

But those two senior uncles... may never see them appear again.

Now, the remaining ten disciples have a minimum level of the fifth grade of the Fusion Realm and a maximum level of only the eighth grade of the Fusion Realm.

The evening rain is falling... Now it seems that all that's left for them is despair.

Ming Quan sighed and glanced at her colleagues behind her, who had seemingly lost all spirit.

"The message has already been sent out via the communication stone, and the sect should be trying to find a solution now... but..."

Xu Zhao looked at Ming Quan with some sadness.

"I know... the coordinates were destroyed, so it will take them time to get here and rescue us, right?"

Ming Quan nodded.

"The situation is very dangerous now. We don't know the nearest coordinates from the sect to the Ten Thousand Demon Mountain. It will take at least three to five days to travel there. With so many of us, it's easy for us to be exposed."

Xu Zhao looked at Ming Quan, "Senior brother is worried that so many of us will be exposed... Would it be better if we split up?"

Ming Quan shook her head and glanced at the silent crowd.

"What I'm worried about now is even more terrifying."

Many people were already covered in wounds, and they didn't even dare to light a fire, because in such a place, even a wisp of smoke would be quite noticeable.

They had finished their rations in the past three days, and some of them hadn't eaten for a day or two. No one dared to go to collect some spring water.

It's as if this place has now become a hell, filled with cries of sorrow.

I don't know how much time has passed.

Ming Quan and Xu Zhao didn't even have the desire to speak. They stayed there, their inner anxiety forcing them to calm down. They could only wait.

But clearly, some people have already reached their breaking point.

"No! This can't go on!"

Someone stood up in the middle.

Ming Quan and Xu Zhao looked over.

A boy named He Qingshan came from Qingting Peak, and when Mingquan saw this boy stand up, her bad feeling became more and more obvious.

Everyone was looking at him.

He Qingshan had a morbid mania on his face.

It seems they have endured for too long and can no longer bear this despair and anxiety.

"Sitting here is just waiting to die! Those bastards will find us sooner or later! Where is Bai Youwei! Where is that Bai Youwei! They want Bai Youwei, just hand her over and everything will be fine!"

Hearing He Qingshan's seemingly crazy yet deeply guilty words, everyone except Ming Quan and Xu Zhao showed expressions as if they had seen a glimmer of hope.

But Ming Quan said in a deep voice.

"Bai Youwei has been separated from everyone since day one, and no one knows where she is now."

Obviously, they became frustrated again.

He Qingshan asked Ming Quan with resentment.

"Where did she go?! Does nobody know?!"

He even came to Ming Quan in a somewhat frantic manner.

Mingquan knew what this person was thinking, and he shook his head.

"If Bai Youwei hasn't been captured yet, there's only one possibility: she might have entered the depths of the Ten Thousand Demon Mountain..."

Upon hearing Ming Quan's words, He Qingshan's facial muscles twitched, as if insects were wriggling along his veins.

Then his eyes widened.

"Hahahaha... I know how to survive! I know!"

Everyone else stared at He Qingshan in disbelief, as if they had found a glimmer of hope in the darkness.

Only Ming Quan's eyes were getting worse and worse.

He Qingshan perked up and said with a touch of fervor.

"As long as... as long as I tell them that the person they're looking for is deep within the Ten Thousand Demon Mountains, they'll let me go!"

"How naive!"

Ming Quan couldn't help but stand up.

"Even if you tell them where Bai Youwei is, they will still kill you to silence you! Didn't you hear what our uncles said? They come from the Northern Desert! The Nalan tribe of the Northern Desert are all ruthless and insane! They will never miss an opportunity to slaughter!"

He Qingshan simply wouldn't listen; in fact, it's more accurate to say that his mental state had already started to deteriorate.

At this moment, the only hope he could find, a more promising way out than waiting for rescue here, lay before him.

He has gone completely insane.

"No... I will survive. I won't give you the chance to betray me. I will survive. I should be the one who survives!"

After saying that, He Qingshan was about to rush outside.

And at this time.

"puff!"

A sword pierced his chest.

He Qingshan stared in disbelief at the sword tip in his chest. He turned around and looked at Ming Quan, whose face was gloomy.

"You...hehehe...glug..."

It was as if he was swallowing the last mouthful of blood.

He Qingshan fell to the ground.

Ming Quan took a deep breath.

He turned around and looked at the crowd who were watching this scene in horror.

"In order for everyone to survive, for this glimmer of hope... I must listen to my uncle's words and keep more people alive. So, the uncertainties, the people who might betray us... they can only die. I will personally confess my crimes when I return to the sect, but please everyone, please calm down. In order to survive, we can only... wait."

Xu Zhao's face was pale, and he looked at his senior brother Ming, who was standing in front of him, with a look of horror in his eyes.

She never expected things to turn out this way.

Outside, a sudden downpour began, and lightning even flashed by.

In the interplay of light and shadow, she looked at Ming Quan's gloomy face.

The storm is coming...

And at this moment, they were in the dense, rainy, muddy mountain forest.

"you……!"

"puff!"

The skull mask slipped off his face.

An ordinary face, yet with an extremely terrified look in his eyes.

He saw an extremely handsome face, with long hair wet from the rain, clinging to his face.

His eyes seemed to pierce through one's heart.