Chapter 13: Demon Cultivation

"Sluggish...... "Listening to the two of them all the time, some old people in the clouds and fog heard this, and finally knew that the problem seemed to be with the fish, so they couldn't help but defend like a calf, "This sea fish is fresh, it was the Wang family boy who went to the fishermen next door in the morning to buy it, and now the people in the city are sick, everything is rising, but fortunately, the fish in our bay is the most ......."

"Old man, you misunderstood, we didn't say that this fish is not fresh, it may be that we have used up tea in the morning, and it is a little astringent when we eat it. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 info" Fu Sihan interrupted, explained with a smile, and then seemed to think of something, and asked with interest, "By the way, do you all like to use the fish in this bay here?"

Hearing the Immortal Chief's explanation, the old man's face was a little red, and the Immortal Chief didn't seem to care about what he said just now, so he hurriedly introduced: "Every household here is inseparable from fish almost every day, one, the sea fish here is delicious, refreshing and tender, and really delicious. Speaking of specialties, the old man had a proud look on his face, and then smiled a little embarrassedly, "Of course, the main reason is that we have a lot of fish here and it is cheap." ā€

The old man's answer was very simple, Fu Sihan nodded to show understanding, didn't speak again, continued to leisurely taste a few bites of food, and then put down the dishes and chopsticks, but during the period, the chopsticks did not stretch out to this Pingcheng specialty again.

"You guys here...... Has anything strange happened before?"

With a somewhat childish and crisp voice, the old man looked at it, and shook his head again, this little fairy looks better than the people in the New Year's painting, but it is too thin, compared to the congenital deficiency of the restaurant shopkeeper's shunzi, this meal is also used less. Thinking of this, the old man looked at the dishes and chopsticks placed in front of Liluo with some regret, and he didn't know what the fairy chief ate to grow meat.

Looking at the dark eyes that looked at him, the old man's heart jumped, and he remembered what he had just said, and tried to recall, "We are here...... Nothing strange will happen, after all, the immortals don't come here very often. Well...... In the past few years, the wind and rain have been smooth, except for this plague, there has really been no famine, and the people are living well......"

"Hmm...... That's right. The old man remembered, "If you really want to be strange, at the beginning of the year, the two half-year-old children of the Yuan family in the Zhang family in the west of the city, and the little granddaughter who had just been born to the elderly family next door suddenly died." ā€

"Suddenly dead?what's going on?" Fu Sihan asked.

"Alas. Thinking of this, the old man couldn't help but sigh and regret, "I don't know what's going on, probably because of the weather." At the beginning of the year, the temperature plummeted during those two days, and there was a thick fog on the seashore, some of which even spilled into the city, which would never have happened before. Fortunately, nothing seemed to happen, but the breath in Pingcheng was a little stuffy, and some people in the city also contracted the disease because of this, and they only took medicine for two days to get better. But I didn't think about it, but on the coldest night, the three and a half old children died, and the next day the family cried so badly......"

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In the dark cave, there was no light in sight, and a thick bloody aura came from the depths, as if to tell what was going on here. In the cave, there were about 20 children of five or six years old, their eyes closed, and they didn't know whether they were alive or dead, leaning against the mountain wall crookedly, like worn-out dolls, lifeless.

"Mother...... I want a mother, woo woo ......"

I don't know where it came from, a faint cry like a cat, lingering in this cave, adding a bit of despair.

Not far away, the little girl was holding her legs, leaning against the cave, looking at all this with a flat face. There was no sadness, no fear, just a quiet look, as if seeing one's destiny through the tunnel of a cave that led to the depths.

The fate of dying after all.

"Xiao Changli, Xiao Changli?"

"Huh?" suddenly woke up and left a little stunned, "What's wrong?"

"Do you think it's a demon cultivator or a demon cultivator?" Fu Sihan asked the question again with a helpless face, if he hadn't seen the frowning brows on his little face, if he hadn't commented on this little girl in his heart yesterday, otherwise, he would really regard this as an ordinary little junior sister of the sect, and he would never ask for her opinion.

Only then did Liluo remember the suspicions raised by Fu Sihan just after sending off the enthusiastic people in the inn.

The image in her mind had not yet dissipated, and her eyelids jumped.

"Demon Cultivator. ā€

There was a bit of categorism in her words.

"Why isn't it a demon cultivator?" Fu Sihan asked rhetorically, "You and I have tasted that fish strangely, and the sluggishness is not aimed at the taste, but the stagnation of the spiritual energy turnover in the body at that moment." If it weren't for the fact that we, as immortal cultivators, have a keen five senses, can introspect ourselves, and the weight of the aura is comparable to that of non-secular people, otherwise, it would be really difficult to detect the abnormality of this sea fish. ā€

Thinking of the stinging pain in his wrist yesterday, maybe this fish really has some weak intelligence, but it may not be known......

It's just that......

"Are there demon cultivators who sacrifice themselves as food?" asked Leng Li.

"Maybe there's a ...... behind them," Fu Si said coldly.

"If that's the case, I'd rather believe it's a demon cultivator. She responded, her little face was solemn, and she analyzed calmly and rationally, "The grains and grains all contain impurities, although they are small, but they are not beneficial to cultivation. Looking at Fu Sihan, who was a little sneering after listening to the common sense she deliberately mentioned, she paused, and continued to add as if she hadn't seen it, "Of course, except for us." Perhaps that's why we perceive the difference, and if all of this is premeditated, then it is also premeditated against these worldly people. ā€

Fu Sihan nodded, did not answer the question of the demon cultivator, but only agreed with the words after leaving: "Indeed, if there is really a person behind it, I would never have thought that there would be an immortal cultivator who used the food in this city and coincidentally ate this sea fish." As for the reason why he used fish as a raft for his activities, it is probably because of the peculiar habit of Heijo - almost every household has sea fish on the dinner table every day. He wanted to control the whole city through a common connection to them. ā€

"But...... What can you do to control this worldly person?" Fu Sihan muttered to himself.

"What else can be done? Of course, it is to use the flesh and blood of these innocent people to win higher cultivation. Demon cultivation has always been so dirty. She said with some hatred.