"But I really didn't expect that you could escape from the [Little Curse God's Land], that you could use Li Weiran to your advantage, and that you would even have someone beside you who has such a deep mastery of [Curse]."

Muyan raised her eyebrows and said calmly: "You must have used [Soul Purifying Baptism] to plant the [Lovesickness Charm] in my body before!"

"Zhongli" nodded without hesitation: "Her Royal Highness the Princess is really smart, no wonder she can make the Emperor of the Extreme Region so deeply attached to her. But..."

He paused, narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "I'm still very curious, how did Her Royal Highness know that I was a fake Zhongli, and how did she know that I had taken Fenghua Liusha?"

"You are really not Zhongli!! Who are you?!"

Minwei roared angrily, a strong evil aura flashed in his eyes.

But before he could make a move, he heard an old voice coming from not far away.

"Minwei, you don't have to guess. Let me tell you who he is!"

Everyone looked towards the old man who was speaking.

The old man had been standing behind Chu Moli, with the dog hugging his body, his head lowered, and there was no breath emanating from his body.

When I don't pay attention to it, I just feel like a servant with no sense of existence.

But when "Zhongli" saw his face, the pupils of his eyes suddenly shrank.

His calm expression since he was caught finally changed, "How is this possible?! How...how could you appear here?! Aren't you already dead?!"

The old man chuckled softly and walked slowly towards "Zhongli", "Of course you hope that I die, because only if I die can everything you took from me truly belong to you. I'm right.

? Wen Zhe!"

"Wenzhe?"

Minwei was stunned for a moment, he thought the name sounded familiar.

After thinking for a moment, his eyes suddenly widened, "Wen Zhe, wasn't he the disciple that Zhongli regarded as his own son? Didn't he die on the battlefield a thousand years ago?!"

When the old man heard Minwei's question, he suddenly laughed out loud.

He laughed wildly and hysterically, and while smiling, two lines of blood and tears fell from the corners of his eyes.

"Yes, Wen Zhe is dead. The Wen Zhe who I have loved as my own son for hundreds of years has been dead long ago!!"

"He took advantage of me saving his life when he was dying, and took away my face, my identity, and everything I had, and threw me into a hell where there are no humans or ghosts. Day after day, year after year,

For hundreds of years, he made me unable to live or die, and could only live like a zombie, in order to take away all the luck from me."

"When it's no longer useful, he will ask someone to kill me... Then there will be no one in the world who can threaten him! Hahahaha... Wen Zhe... Wen Zhe, my good disciple!!"

"A thousand years, a whole thousand years, every day and every night, I have cut out my heart and bones, and tried my best to survive. I just want to ask you personally, why?!!"

"How on earth am I sorry for you that you want to do this to me?!!"

"Zhongli," or Wen Zhe, avoided the old man's gaze.

After a long while, he said hoarsely: "Master, there is nothing I can do...it is the master's order to become your disciple, it is the master's order to obey the Fenghua Quicksand, and it is also the master's order to replace you as the Demon Emperor's Priest..."

"I am a chess piece, and I can only survive by obeying my master's orders!"
Chapter completed!