So, who will be the Blood Fiend?

After becoming the new overlord of Xuanbing Prison, Bai Mengjin gave the junior brothers the first task: "How many people are cultivating here? Do you know?"

The three of Nightshade and Jiading scrambled, "The eleventh room is."

"The eighteenth."

"Twenty-one and twenty-one."

"These two are dead, aren't they?"

"Really? I saw them a while ago."

"How long was your last day? Hundreds of years ago?"

Jia Ding was sarcastically and scratched his head: "I don't remember......

So Bai Mengjin spoke: "You go and investigate, write down all the people in the Xuanbing Prison, what is the current situation, what is the approximate identity, and hand it over to me tomorrow."

A few of the adversaries said, "Yes."

After finishing his work, Bai Mengjin went back to rest.

She read a book, drank tea, and fell asleep as usual. This broken place can't be cultivated, but it's a rare and pure place.

When I woke up the next day, there were two rows outside the cell door. One row is the three of them, and the other row is Night Charm with a little brother.

The two sides were not convinced by each other, you stared at me and I stared at you, and they didn't dare to disturb Bai Mengjin in the cell, so they could only frown and make trouble.

Seeing her come out, both sides immediately gathered around: "Lord Jade Demon!"

"We've figured it out."

"We've found it too."

"There are ...... in total"

"There are still a few ...... alive."

Both sides scrambled for fear that the credit would be snatched away and crackle and pour out.

"Stop!" Bai Mengjin was so noisy that his ears were about to explode, and he wrung his eyebrows and shouted.

Several of the adversaries hurriedly shut their mouths and looked at her cautiously.

"One by one." She stretched out her hand and pointed, "You speak first."

The boy glanced at the Night Charm proudly, and said respectfully, "Lord Jade Demon, we have counted, there are a total of five living people in the Xuanbing Prison, and the earliest one was imprisoned a thousand years ago......

He chattered, and the witch and the old beggar added beside him.

Seeing that the night charm wanted to speak and stopped, Bai Mengjin signaled, "What about you? What news do you know?"

Nightshade replied, "This man is dying, he has been in for too long, and the aura on his body is almost exhausted. He had a magic weapon that he had brought in secretly, and I stole it into his prison last time to see if he was dead so that I could get it......

This night ghost is worthy of being a tyrant in the Xuanbing Prison, and they don't know these details.

So Bai Mengjin continued: "What else?"

Based on the news from both sides, Bai Mengjin determined that there were five living people in Xuanbing Prison besides her. Song Zhiyi was the first to rule it out, because he had been an elder well in his previous life and was not involved in this turmoil. Well, there are four more people left.

She went to visit one by one.

There was a knock on the cell, and the people inside thought they were hallucinating. He wanted to continue to sleep, but there was a persistent sound outside.

"Who?" He sat up and clenched the knife in his hand.

If those demons want to take advantage, don't blame him for being unkind! Although his spiritual power is not sustainable, he has a sharp weapon in his hand, which they cannot bully at will.

But unexpectedly, an unfamiliar voice sounded outside.

"Senior, I'm a disciple who just came in, my surname is Bai Mengjin, I heard that you are also a human cultivator, so I came to visit."

The man was stunned for a moment before he came back to his senses and asked, "You...... Are you a disciple of the Wuji Sect?"

He hadn't spoken for so long that he spoke obscurely, and even the three words Wuji Sect sounded so unfamiliar.

"Yes."

There was silence for a long time, and the man said slowly, "Benjun has nothing to say, you can go!"

How could Bai Mengjin retreat because of a word, and continued, "I heard those demons say that the spiritual power of the predecessors is not sustained, and it is already on the verge of dissipating."

「……」

"I heard that my predecessor has a treasure blade in his hand, so why don't you give it to me?

？ It's useless if you're dead anyway!"

A cold voice came from inside: "Are all the little girls so greedy now? Get lost! I'm too lazy to tell you!"

"Are you sure?"

He snorted coldly, lay back on the stone bed, closed his eyes and did not speak.

"Senpai? Seniors?"

There was only wind and snow outside the door, and there was no response.

Bai Mengjin smiled and reached out and pressed on the cell door.

The ban is touched, and it is fended off by attacks from outside.

She grabbed the token and cracked it layer by layer. Song Zhiyi's prohibition has been reinforced, and it is difficult for her to untie it until the period of weakness. The confinement of this cell has grown old after thousands of years, but it is much easier to solve.

After some effort, Bai Mengjin finally dismantled, and his figure flashed and entered the cell.

"Senpai."

The man on the stone bed jumped in shock.

It was a thin old man, with all his hair and beard white, and his whole body was so thin that only a handful of bones remained. After being imprisoned for a thousand years, he had no human appearance at all.

He looked at Bai Mengjin in shock: "How did you get in?"

Bai Mengjin played with the token in his hand and smiled: "Senior, can we talk now?"

The man realized something, and watched as she sat down on the only stone chair in the room.

He sat up, "What do you want to do?"

"Come and care about your seniors!" Bai Mengjin looked at him and said, "I don't know which lineage disciple the predecessor is? Look at your age, maybe it's my uncle or uncle!"

The man was silent for a moment, and then asked, "Which senior brother and sister are you?"

Bai Mengjin replied, "I belong to the lineage of the old sect master of Jiang, but I have always been disciplined by the flower master and the ancestor."

This person showed a strange expression, as if he was mocking: "Old Sect Master Jiang, so Jiang Fengci is dead?"

Bai Mengjin nodded, and then sighed: "Not only is the old sect master dead, but his only daughter and son-in-law have also died in the Minghe River, do you say it's miserable?"

He had been locked up for too long, Jiang Shangyue was born hundreds of years later, and he had only heard the guards mention it by chance. But that didn't stop him from feeling refreshed, and he made a strange hey sound in his throat, and his expression was distorted and painful: "The family is dead, good, great!"

Bai Mengjin smiled and asked, "It seems that the senior has a grudge against Sect Master Jiang?"

He snorted, but didn't answer, "What have you done again? Since you belong to his disciples, why don't you call your ancestor?"

Bai Mengjin played with the token: "Because I don't have a teacher, just his grandson's fiancée."

The man looked surprised: "Is that so?"

So Bai Mengjin slowly said what happened to him: "...... You see, I'm pretty unlucky, right? It's good to get into such a disaster. In order to avoid the limelight, he could only temporarily live in the Xuanbing Prison for a while. It's so boring here, it's full of demons, and it's very intimate to see people."

The man chimed in: "You are indeed unlucky, but so am I...... If it hadn't been ......."

His voice became quieter, and Bai Mengjin couldn't help but lean over to listen.

A flash of fierceness flashed in this person's eyes, and he suddenly burst out, grabbed the blade in his hand, and slashed at her.