After the protagonist retired, the heroine quit

Zheng Fei felt relieved and kowtowed three times to Xiao Yu.

The sound was so loud that Xiao Yu's eyelids jumped. Damn, brother, I'm not dead yet!

"Thank you, Senior Brother Ye, for sparing my life. When I visit Senior Brother Ye's grave next time, I will definitely burn more paper money and some fairy paper figurines for you to accompany you. Please don't blame the ghosts and gods. Please don't blame the ghosts and gods."

He muttered to himself and stumbled out.

This couldn't be blamed on him. Xiao Yu's appearance was too coincidental. He had just gone into hiding a few days ago, and today was the Ghost Festival, also the seventh day.

As an immortal cultivator, he swept his spiritual sense over Xiao Yu, but there was nothing there, as if there was a ball of air sitting in front of him. Even a ghost could be swept out!

Who wouldn't be afraid? Especially before he came, he was so angry that he cursed a few bad words in front of Ye Feng's grave.

Although people cannot be resurrected after death, cultivators with powerful spirits can become ghost cultivators by relying on their soul foundation. However, the restrictions on cultivation for ghost cultivators are far greater than those for demons, and even worse than those for humans. Instead of doing this, it is better for ghost cultivators to reincarnate obediently and continue to cultivate as human beings.

Therefore, except for those who have great resentment or obsession, ordinary cultivators will not turn into ghost cultivators after death.

After examining all the facts, we can only say that this is worthy of being a breath-concealing talisman produced by the system, and even spiritual consciousness cannot detect it.

Ugh!

Looking at Zheng Fei's receding figure, Xiao Yu pinched his eyebrows, feeling a little worried.

Li Yunshang was the second most troublesome female protagonist after Xia Nianmo. If it wasn't for finding out the situation, he really didn't want to get close to her. Moreover, he gave her a deliberate punch before he left. He didn't know if she still remembered it.

By the way, if someone kowtowed to me three times before I died, it wouldn’t shorten my lifespan, right?

Xuanling Sect.

“Wuwuwuwu…Junior Brother Ye, how could you die? You died so tragically!”

Boom boom boom!

Three more beeps.

After finally sneaking into Xuanling Sect, Xiao Yu's eyelids twitched wildly as he hid behind the bulging mound of earth on a tombstone. Damn it, he felt like all his merits were going to be deducted.

The man howling in front of his grave was a somewhat weathered-looking man with white hair, an extraordinary bearing, and wearing the clothes of a disciple of the Xuanling Sect.

"Junior Brother Ye!!! You and I have been in the same school for several years. You were so young and had a bright future. How could you die like this?

Do you still remember the poem you recited when we went to the brothel in the small town at the foot of the mountain to listen to music? The spring breeze is blowing and the horse's hooves are galloping. I can see all the flowers in Chang'an in one day. At that time, I laughed at you and said that you might die on a woman's belly. I didn't expect that you died outside before you even slept with your woman. I felt sorry for you! "

A smile appeared on the white-haired man's face, as if he was recalling the friendly times they spent together. He looked at the black and white photo of the man in white holding up the word "Yeah" on the tombstone, smiling happily.

A few tears fell, and he, who already had white hair, suddenly looked a little older.

Xiao Yu, who was hiding behind a grave, felt a little emotional when he saw this scene. Although he was the scapegoat and had to live this life with them, the emotions he invested in them were real.

They went drinking together, peeked at the female disciples bathing together, fought for food with new fellow disciples together, and ran together in the sunset. That was their lost youth.

The name of the protagonist Ye Feng was written on the tombstone, but the black and white headshot was of him.

Really, why did they choose this portrait to be put on the tombstone? Xiao Yu covered his mouth, he was a little moved.

"It's really a case of the old sending off the young! Junior brother, now that you're gone, what am I going to do?"

The white-haired man began to cry and howl again, even banging his head on the ground.

Uh... the meaning of the older person sending off the younger person doesn't seem to be suitable for the current situation.

Forget it, Xiao Yu smiled slightly, I won’t care since you cried so miserably.

"Junior brother! Why do you want to die?"

The white-haired man suddenly roared, as if the atmosphere had turned tense. He pounded the ground unwillingly and gritted his teeth:

"You still haven't paid me back the dozens of mid-grade spirit stones you owe me, why don't you pay me back before you die!

That's the money I was going to use to buy a new spiritual sword. If you die, who will pay me back?

Shit! A few dozen middle-grade spirit stones, that's my monthly salary! You said you'd pay it back when you get back, you bastard, you'll have to eat dirt this month."

"........."

Xiao Yu was silent. Well, he was just moved for nothing.

Speaking of these dozens of mid-grade spirit stones, he thought about it and realized that he had indeed borrowed them before he set out to look for Li Yunshang. He seemed to remember that he was told to return them when he came back.

But now, he has retired, and the protagonist who was supposed to play the role died inexplicably, and there is indeed no one to pay him back.

"Wuwuwu...Junior Brother Ye."

In front of the tombstone, the white-haired man started crying again. It was unclear whether he was sad about the departure of his junior brother Ye, or because of the mid-grade spirit stone that would never come back.

In front of the tombstone, the breeze was shimmering, the leaves were falling, and the white-haired man's eyes were indeed red.

Chapter 24: The taste of the demon cult witch is really good

After a long silence, the white-haired man also relaxed, with a sad expression. He took out two cups and placed them in front of the tombstone. At the same time, he took out a pot of wine from his storage ring and poured it into the two cups:

"Alas! I have let it go. Junior Brother Ye, you are already dead. What's the point of saying all this now? I hope that you didn't waste my dozens of spirit stones before you died. I hope that you enjoyed them and became a well-fed ghost in the underworld. Then my spirit stones will be worth it."

He raised his glass, clinked it against the cold tombstone, then tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp.

“Junior Brother Ye, have a safe journey. I hope you can find a Taoist partner in the underworld. Don’t be so pathetic like before, with no girls visiting you until your grave.

Don't worry, I have already found out your revenge. Junior Sister Li said it was done by the remnants of the Cold-Blooded Demon Cult. I will avenge you."

He picked up the glass of wine that belonged to Xiao Yu and slowly poured it onto the ground. The crystal clear wine spilled on the soft ground with a faint aroma. Xiao Yu behind the tombstone sniffed it and knew that this was the wine he and he often drank. It was not expensive, not even spiritual wine, but it was cheap and the quantity was large enough to fill you up.

But, the Langxue Demon Cult?

Xiao Yu narrowed his eyes. Was it the protagonist Ye Feng whom they killed?

After just a thought, he rejected this idea. The Langxue Demon Cult did not have the ability or the motivation to do so. He was very familiar with the missing leader of the Langxue Demon Cult.

Master Leng is his regular customer.

Xiao Yu naturally knew what kind of person the deputy leader of the Langxue Demon Sect was. He was as timid as a mouse and afraid of things.

The white-haired man in front of him, named Li Qingming, is a rare genius in the Xuanling Sect in a hundred years. He is special and has two flying swords. The names of the flying swords are not known for the time being. One of the flying swords has been kept low-key for decades in order to achieve continuous perfection. It has never left the body since he was practicing.

It's a pity that his cultivation has been stuck at the peak of the Golden Core stage for ten years. Now he's a well-known problem disciple in the Xuanling Sect and a well-known scoundrel. He's been wandering around in red-light districts all year round. Although his cultivation has reached the Golden Core stage, he's failed the assessment for true disciples several times. He's an absolute repeater. He personally said that he's let it go and thought that this is how his life will be, and it's not bad at all to be an inner disciple.

Some people speculated that his chance to break the mirror lies in the second flying sword that has never left his body, but until now he has never thought about leaving his body with the second flying sword, and no one knows why.

Now, one of his most loyal junior brothers has died. As a senior brother, he should also draw his sword, if not for anything else, to seek an explanation for the dozens of mid-grade spirit stones that he could not get back.

“Junior brother, I am not completely sure of success this time. If I fail, I will die. The deputy leader of the Langxue Demon Sect is a great cultivator in the Nascent Soul Realm.

Since the disappearance of the leader of the Langxue Demon Cult, he has lost his restraint and has been doing all kinds of evil. He enjoys abusing and eating young children. His body is as fat as a ball, like a pig. People call him the Pig Demon. Killing him is considered to be ridding the people of harm."

Perhaps thinking of another outcome, the decadent Senior Brother Li smiled helplessly:

"If I fail, I will come to the underworld to keep you company. Remember to prepare some good wine. Your wine is too strong. It will choke your throat and sting your eyes. It will be difficult to walk on the road to the underworld."

Li Qingming held the pot of liquor that had not yet been emptied, drank it one sip at a time, and walked away slowly, leaving Xiao Yu with only a desolate back.

Behind a small tombstone, Xiao Yu half-crouched, hiding his body, looking at Li Qingming who was going away with a complicated expression. The so-called Langxue Demon Cult by Senior Brother Li was absolutely impossible. A mere demon cult without a leader did not have the ability to kill the protagonist. There must be another murderer who killed the protagonist Ye Feng.

I hope Senior Brother Li can return safely. After all, he rarely sees him so motivated. Perhaps that is the time for him to break the mirror. Besides, with Senior Brother Li's strength, it should be no problem for him to kill a guy in the Nascent Soul Realm. After all, he is a genius who appeared in the later part of the novel.

After muttering to himself, Xiao Yu turned around and walked out from behind the tombstone. Senior Brother Li was gone and there was no one around, so it was time for him to get down to business.

Xiao Yu rubbed his palms and looked at the tombstone in front of him with his own black and white portrait and the two big words "Ye Feng" written on it, then he took out a shovel.

Unpacking!

Autopsy.

As long as the system scans the wounds on the protagonist's body, it will be able to tell how the protagonist was killed, with what weapon, at what location, when, and by whom.

Maybe there is still a chance to save him. After all, the reason why the protagonist is the protagonist is because he plays a very important role.

In the later period, a world-destroying boss comes. Without him, who is shouting about friendship... love, come and defeat the boss, the world will be over, and he will be over too.

It's over, let alone retiring and enjoying life.

I'm sorry, please don't blame me, I've just found out the truth for you. If you have any grievances, remember to go find Zheng Fei. He is very nice to ghosts. I've tried it for you and I highly recommend him.

Before digging, Xiao Yu bowed to Ye Feng's grave and recited silently in his heart.

Although the system has explained that the protagonist Ye Feng's soul has been scattered and there is no possibility of him becoming a ghost, Xiao Yu thinks it is better to hold a memorial service just in case, as a ceremony before unboxing.

It feels weird to worship my own black and white photo.

Everything is ready, just waiting to be unpacked.

After everything was ready, Xiao Yu looked at the grave in front of him and dug into it with a shovel. Ah! !

A cry suddenly rang out.

Xiao Yu stopped digging the grave and froze in place. Oh my god, could there really be a ghost? !

wrong!

Soon, he realized that the crying was not coming from underground, but from far away.

The voice sounds somewhat familiar.

He scanned with his spiritual sense and soon found a guy walking towards him while crying not far away.

He was slightly plump, and was wearing the attire of a Xuanling Sect disciple. A closer look revealed two prisms on his arms, indicating that he was an inner sect disciple.

There's someone here again!

Xiao Yu's eyes trembled, and he quickly turned over and squatted behind the grave mound. Before people arrived, he cast a spell to make his figure invisible.

"Wuwuwuwu, Brother Ye, why are you going to die like this!"

The man came with a sad face. He knelt down in front of the tombstone. Dong Dong Dong!

Three more beeps.

Xiao Yu: "..."

"Brother Ye, my dear brother! Why did you leave like this?... You left me alone in this empty room. How am I going to live my life from now on?"

Sun Qian knelt on the ground, crying his eyes out. If you didn't know him, you would have thought his brother had died.

Xiao Yu was ashamed. Please don't say it in such an ambiguous way.

The man in front of him was Xiao Yu, who was taking the place of Ye Feng. He was Xiao Yu's roommate in the disciple dormitory of Xuanling Sect. He had an average cultivation level but was proficient in alchemy.

The relationship between the two was pretty good. Xiao Yu had saved him once during the disciple competition. Since then, he began to call Xiao Yu "Brother Ye".

Does he value me so much?

Xiao Yu touched his chin and thought carefully. Could it be that he also owed money to the guy in front of him?

After thinking about it, he realized that he had never borrowed money from this guy because he was a poor guy.

Although Sun Qian's name contains the word "Qian", he is actually very short of money. He has no background and his parents are poor farmers and ordinary people. He is only good at making elixirs, so he is always bullied.

Later, Xiao Yu was promoted to an inner disciple. According to the plot, he defeated all those who bullied him in the disciple competition, and the situation was finally resolved.

"Wuwu Brother Ye! You are so young, why are you leaving? I still want to hold your thighs..."

Like Li Qingming, he wailed a few words at the tombstone, then took out two cups and finally a pot of wine.

A much stronger aroma of wine wafted out, Xiao Yu sniffed it and his eyes lit up.

Damn! Qingzhu Mountain Liquor, this is a high-end product! When did this kid become so rich?

Xiao Yu exclaimed in his heart.

Sun Qian cried for a while, probably because he was tired of crying. He looked at the tombstone in front of him with a look of relief. He picked up the wine jug and poured some directly into his mouth:

"Ahem... this is the quality of the famous Qingzhu Mountain wine. It's a pity that you, Brother Ye, couldn't have a drink of it.

Alas! Brother Ye, I have also let it go. I am a person! I have no skills, my cultivation is neither good nor bad, I am always bullied, I have always relied on you for protection, my strength is not strong, the only thing I am good at is alchemy, if I avenge you, I will probably be killed before I see the murderer behind the scenes. "

Indeed, don't be upset. You are not Li Qingming, so don't go looking for trouble with the Langxue Demon Cult.

Xiao Yu nodded in agreement.

"But I won't accept this! Now that you're dead, I don't even have the qualifications to avenge you. I'm such a loser!"

Sun Qian slammed the ground hard, as if he was ashamed of his mediocrity.

He looked at the black and white photo of Xiao Yu on the tombstone, and seemed to be thinking of the good times they spent together. A smile appeared on his round face.

He raised his glass and drank it all. When he was done, he sighed: