On the afternoon of the day when the owner of the Fugui Building learned of Ouyang Hong's death, he quietly entered the secret room after being busy.

Chen Ping, a weak scholar who was originally hidden in the rich building, waited for a while.

Then get up.

In the still lively atmosphere of drunken fairy dreams and deaths, he quietly entered the top floor.

With his strength in building a foundation, he can basically walk sideways in this mortal city, and with a speed as fast as teleportation, he can quietly enter and exit various places.

No mortal can find out.

Chen Ping easily bypassed the two bodyguards outside the main residence of the building.

Enter the owner's apartment.

Pinch the compass according to the owner's technique and gently enter the secret passage.

The secret passage is long and winding.

The monk who was guarding the secret passage was in the late stage of Qi cultivation, and he immediately noticed that someone had entered:

"Who?"

"Don't be nervous, it's me. You and I drank tea together in the Ghost Dao Sect, remember? Hah, don't you remember?"

"Poof~"

Tsukiki's spiritual power flashed.

Chen Ping rushed over at once, hugging the monk's sliding body to prevent him from falling to the ground and making a sound:

「… Take a deep breath and feel a little dizzy."

Tuck into a storage bag.

Then do the same as the second monk, and finally enter the secret chamber.

"Didn't you say you wouldn't come in?" The landlord didn't look back, sat at the table and wrote something, and reprimanded dissatisfiedly.

… Good guy, he can actually reprimand a late-stage Qi cultivator.

You must know that Qi practitioners are immortal masters in the eyes of mortals. Which mortal saw the immortal master who was not submissive?

It's not easy.

Hearing that there was no movement, the landlord turned his head to look back, and was stunned for a moment, and his body froze.

The pen on the table fell to the ground.

The hand unconsciously wanted to tear the yellow paper on the table, but was ruthlessly bounced away by Chen Ping's spiritual power.

The landlord fell into an ice cellar, but then he regained his indifferent appearance and said with relief:

"To be able to enter here quietly, you have to build a foundation. You are... Chen Ping, right?"

After a pause, without waiting for Chen Ping to answer, the landlord said to himself:

"It's true that I lured Ouyang Hong to kill you, but what? You immortal masters can't be killed? Can you be on top? Can you trample mortals like me under your feet? Can I grovel and do things for you?"

"Why?" The landlord originally looked calm, but the more he talked, the more excited he became.

"Why should a five-year-old boy be killed on the spot along with his mother because he accidentally bumped into you monks? Is there still a heavenly principle? Are there still city rules? Hmph, you monks are human beings, so I won't wait? … Hehe, they say that they are demon cultivators, and they at least treat me as a human being!!

"Come on, kill me. Do you think Huang is afraid of death? Huang died decades ago. Come on, kill me."

「……」

"Okay." Chen Ping said in a deep voice.

ended the landlord's life in an instant.

What the hell logic?

If there are bad people in the monks, all the monks should die?

How many times have I been robbed by the cultivators? Do I want to kill all the immortal cultivators in the world?

The monk who left you a shadow back then has a relationship with me, Chen Ping?

Am I going to die?

How is this different from the monk you yourself look down upon?

Seeing that the landlord looked hostile to the monk, he had already regarded death as home, and he couldn't pry anything out of the mouth of this kind of person.

Early death and early purity.

Chen Ping put the landlord's body into a storage bag and checked the contents of the entire secret room.

The first is the yellow paper on the table that was too late to destroy.

Halfway through the above letter:

[Lord of the Cave:

Ventured

Thank you for your understanding.

A few days ago, his subordinates heard that the owner of the Drunken Immortal Fang in Crane City could contact the cave owner, so he took the liberty to write a letter to disturb the cave owner for the first time.

Ouyang Hong of Cloud City, do you remember the cave master? The dying monk who the cave master once wanted to woo.

Three years ago, his subordinates had sent benefits to Ouyang Hong, and he was already moved. Two years ago, there was a casual cultivator named Chen Ping in Cloud City, and he broke through the foundation by luck. According to the way the cave master treated Ji Yan back then, his subordinates asked Ouyang Hong to rob and kill Chen Ping to dissipate the idea of cultivation.

Please forgive my subordinates for the crime of making their own claims, it has been more than three years since I contacted the cave master, and my subordinates also want to share the worries of the cave master...

It's a pity that Ouyang Hong was incompetent, and he failed to kill Chen Ping for two years, but his own disciples suffered frequent misfortunes. Today, my subordinates heard that even Ouyang Hong had disappeared, and he had been missing for several days.

The subordinates were shocked.

Ouyang Hong is in the middle stage of foundation building.

The subordinates guessed that Chen Ping did it, but for so many days, Chen Ping did not come to me, which made the subordinates puzzled, or maybe Ouyang Hong did not confess to his subordinates?

The cave master can rest assured that since the day the cave master captured the monk for his subordinates, this life of his subordinates will always be the cave master's. Even if his subordinates are caught, they will never say a word.

Be cautious, though.

The subordinates will clean up and destroy everything today. Then he left Cloudsdale City on the pretext of investigation, and went to the next mortal city to stay for a while, secretly looking at the situation before making plans.

……]

"Unexpectedly, it wasn't the Demon Cultivator who was plotting against me behind the scenes, but this Demon Cultivator agent."

"Moreover, the so-called cave master behind it doesn't know."

"It's ironic."

Chen Ping put the letterhead into the storage bag and checked the secret room again.

The secret room is not large, a small space of less than ten square meters. In addition to a table and chairs, there is also a cabinet.

Everything at a glance.

Good looting.

There was nothing else on the table except pen, ink, paper, inkstone, and some gold and silver.

Chen Ping didn't let go of some mundane things such as gold and silver, and put them in the storage bag.

Next to the table is a porcelain basin with burned ashes inside.

In the cabinet, there are several things that resemble ritual weapons, packed in exquisite boxes. Chen Ping didn't recognize what it did.

But after opening the box, it was filled with demonic energy.

On the innermost side of the cabinet, there are three wooden sculptures, two of them standing one large and one small, the older one is a woman, and the younger one is a little boy. Another wooden sculpture kneels in front of a woman and child.

Other than that, there is nothing else.

There was nothing like a notebook.

This disappointed Chen Ping... Why don't you cultivate a good habit like keeping a diary?

It's good to leave a record of the structure of the demon cultivator.

Chen Ping looked at the secret room, and after thinking for a while, he didn't touch those monsters. He didn't know these monsters, but it didn't mean that Yun Haitang didn't know them, and it didn't mean that Ling Xiaozong didn't know them.

This is an opportunity to pass on the message that "Ouyang Hong is a demon nun".

It must be passed on, otherwise Yun Wenting will keep pestering Ouyang Hong's cause of death.

Even the Ling Xiao Sect would intervene.

But if Ouyang Hong is a demon cultivator, then it doesn't matter how Ouyang Hong died. On the contrary, it is who else is turned against that that matters.

Chen Ping walked to the table, gathered his spiritual power, and picked up the pen and ink. After a pause, he changed to holding a pen in his left hand, imitating the handwriting of the landlord, and wrote two strings of words on yellow paper:

[Cloudsdale • Ouyang Hong]

[Crane Castle • Drunken Immortal Workshop • Owner]

Then roll the yellow paper and insert it in the hands of the wooden sculpture child in the cabinet.

After doing all this, I took a few photos of evil charms and cleaning charms, and carefully removed the traces of my visit.

Then the god withdrew, unconsciously.

(End of chapter)