I'm the villain's own mother

"Then according to your statement, there must be someone secretly fueling the power of the other four tribes, and you haven't found this person yet." There were too many loopholes in Jikong's words, and everything Rong Baichuan said was more credible than him, but he couldn't believe it.

Muwan 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 talking so much, you still haven't told me what is being suppressed under the stupa?"

Mu Wanwan was unaware of Jing Kong's movements and only heard the faint sound of clothes.

"It's the Returning General. Logically speaking, Li Huan should hate him, but now Li Huan actually tried his best to save him, and even summoned the Returning General's mount."

"What? Who did you say she was looking for?" Mu Wanwan was startled by the sudden sharp female voice.

The place was pitch dark, which made it even more eerie. Mu Wanwan could only hear something crawling towards the side quickly.

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

The little flower only illuminated a small area. With the weak light that day, Mu Wanwan could clearly see the face of the speaker.

How should I describe it? Although I tried my best to transform into a human form, half of my face is still bark, and there are still leaves on the top of my head. Even my body is still rattan. If I didn't look closely, I would think it was a garland of flowers on the top of my head.

He transformed into 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 spoke cautiously: "What's wrong with you?"

Jikong smiled slightly: "I just used my spiritual power to explore the surroundings. Not only did I not find anything, but nearly 60% of my spiritual power was also sucked away by Jiang Abyss."

Mu Wanwan's voice was urgent: "But when you were in the Fanluo River, you consumed a lot of spiritual energy. Why do you have to investigate at this time? Can't you take your own life as your own? I became an immortal just to let you consume it like this.

Spiritual source?"

It was rare for Jiukong to choke, but his thoughts were swept away by his eagerness in an instant.

"If she is really allowed to lead the ghosts to the stupa, nothing can really stop her. When the returning soul general comes out, at least half of the six sects will die. What's more, the people of the six sects now have no

Not all here. I can't let this happen. Even if I want them to die, I must take the ghost city with me."

Mu Wanwan's eyes were full of doubts and confusion: "At this time, are you still planning?"

Ji Kong didn't say anything, turned around and began to use his spiritual power to explore again.

Mu Wanwan was also a little at a loss at this moment. Admittedly, Jing Kong's words didn't sound good, but they were the truth.

What they wanted was to put down the chaos among the four races except the human race, and what she wanted was for her character to survive. It was obviously a relationship between using and being used, but at a certain moment, they ended up in the same place through different paths.

With trembling hands, she pulled Mang Mang out and placed it on Wisteria Flower Essence: "Take us out."

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

"What's wrong with her?"

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

The lush green instantly filled the world again, and the old locust trees in the courtyard slowly transformed.

With a strong body and a strong physique, he slowly spoke with wrinkles on his face: "You can't get out. No one in the ghost town can understand Li Huan's technique."

Mu Wanwan looked at him and slowly turned the sword: "You can't do it 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."

Jikong stopped applying the technique: "What about Li Huan's death?"

The wrinkles on the Sophora Tree Spirit's face became stiff at a certain moment, but then she laughed: "That is also her own choice. Neither I nor anyone else in the ghost town will disobey her, because she has done enough."

many."

Jikong spoke slowly, and Mu Wanwan vaguely heard the gnashing of teeth: "She is disobeying heaven!"

The Sophora Tree Spirit turned to look at him: "If it wasn't for disobeying heaven, why would she go to save General Guihun? Monk, don't you know very well what kind of grudges there are between General Guihun and her?"

Mu Wanwan turned her gaze to Ji Kong and said with surprise: "What else haven't you said?"

Before Jingkong could speak, Laoshu suddenly said: "Who in this world is born a ghost? He kept saying that there was a melee between six tribes fifteen hundred years ago, but there was no ghost tribe in the world."

Eighteen hundred years ago, the daughter of the Heavenly Lord was burned by the earth's fire and urgently needed the Kunlun Cold Chalcedony with her, so she sent five thousand heavenly soldiers down to the Kunlun Mountains.

The Kunlun Mountains have been the gathering place of the earth's marrow and veins since tens of millions of years ago, and the Kunlun Chalcedony is the most spiritual part of the Kunlun Mountains. If you only leave Kunlun for a hundred or two hundred years, there really won't be any big problem, but the world of heaven will survive.

Three hundred years.

The ancient monsters and demons were frozen under the Kunlun Mountains. Over those hundred years, layers of ice were corroded and the road to the human world was broken. At this time, due to the disappearance of Kunlun's cold chalcedony, the spiritual veins were exhausted.

, earth fire prevailed, and there was a severe drought in the world.

Wars broke out, demons were rampant, and people died of hunger everywhere.

"The people in the ghost town are all those who fled at that time. At that time, they originally thought that this would be their last harbor, but after the returning soul general enjoyed himself in the city, he slaughtered all the people in the city."

When Mu Wanwan heard what the Sophora Tree Spirit said, she was so shocked that words could not describe it.

"Why did he massacre the city?" he could only ask blankly.

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

Mu Wanwan suddenly thought of what Rong Baichuan said about his death. The general had already arrived when he died.

"Rong Baichuan clearly said that the flower house is in bloom."

The Sophora japonica tree spirit let out a long sigh: "After I said it was about enjoying myself, I naturally lived a good life for a while."

Mu Wanwan still doesn't understand. Heaven has trapped everyone in the ghost city here. They don't feel like they are alive, and they don't feel like dead.

Thirteen hundred years, day after day, year after year.

"She wants to rescue the returning general and reshuffle the world so that everyone in the ghost city can survive and be reincarnated." Mu Wanwan murmured.

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

"But it's too risky. If this move succeeds, even if the returning general can help the ghosts in the ghost city fulfill their long-cherished wish, the mainland will be filled with wailing. Isn't this relocating the human world from 1,300 years ago? It can't be done.

This can’t be like this, it can’t be like this.”

Mu Wanwan's hand holding Mang Mang was already a little unsteady, and even her voice was full of tremors.

Thirteen hundred years ago, it was humans, ghosts and monsters on this continent, but now, it is not just them.

And her role, and the role she worked so hard to come up with.

Even ordinary people whose names have never been mentioned are still living people in her small world.