The protagonist committed numerous evil deeds.

Chapter 100 Jiangcheng 35 She saved him once

The moon is very bright tonight, and its light shines on the river, making the water seem to shimmer with fluorescent light.

Upon arriving at the Tanhe River, the first thing Wen Mingzhu and her companions saw was a handsome man with white hair standing by the river.

Hearing the noise, the man smiled and looked at them.

"Who is he?"

Xie Xiao asked, and Zhao Sicheng also became nervous, replying, "I don't know? Are they moon-gazing?"

Xie Xiao drew his sword: "Coming all this way to admire the moon in the middle of the night instead of sleeping, you don't seem like a good person."

Wen Mingzhu was a little worried: "He looks like a hermit master. What if we can't beat him?"

Xie Xiao, Zhao Sicheng, and Wen Mingzhu discussed quietly, none of them daring to step forward.

"I guess he's the one who invited us here."

After saying this, Aunt Song stepped forward like a matriarch and shielded them behind her.

"Is this fellow Daoist waiting for us?"

Aunt Song stepped forward to ask, and Xie Xiao and the other two followed.

"To be specific, I'm waiting for Miss Mingzhu."

Chi Qing's gaze bypassed Aunt Song and fell on Wen Mingzhu, who was somewhat surprised.

"I?"

Zhao Sicheng quickly shielded Wen Mingzhu behind him: "Who are you? What do you want?"

Chi Qing remained silent but stretched out her hand, and a pipa appeared out of thin air in her hand.

Wen Mingzhu stepped forward, took the pipa, and examined it carefully.

This pipa is exquisitely crafted and exudes a spiritual aura, making it seem unlike anything from the mortal world.

"The Sparrow Sound Pipa can reduce the power of demons by three-tenths. It is a celestial artifact from the heavens, and now you are its master. This pipa may be able to save His Highness."

Upon hearing the words "immortal artifact," the group was so overjoyed that they were speechless.

Wen Mingzhu's heart stirred slightly: "Why me?"

"The destined person cannot be changed."

The destined one? Wen Mingzhu's heart was touched. She was the destined one for this pipa. Her mother had also said that she was the destined one for her fourth brother.

"Take this pipa, and take these pills to go down to the bottom of the river and rescue His Highness."

As soon as he finished speaking, the white-clad man who had been standing in front of them vanished instantly.

Only those few pills remained floating in the air.

"This...this is a deity?"

Zhao Sicheng said blankly, while Xie Xiao was very excited.

"I knew our fourth brother would become a god someday. Look, even the gods in heaven are helping him!"

Wen Mingzhu hugged the pipa tightly, a smile curving her lips: "Even the gods are helping us, we will definitely be able to bring Fourth Brother back safely."

Xie Xiao and the other two seemed very excited, especially Wen Mingzhu, who had just obtained a new weapon and couldn't wait to make a big splash and save Shen Yingsi.

If she could save her fourth brother, perhaps he would change his mind.

"Nevertheless, we still need to be extra careful."

Aunt Song reminded them, and the group nodded. After taking the pills, they all went into the water and dived to the bottom of the river.

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Nightmare looked at the people in front of her with disdain.

"You bunch of brats, you've come at the perfect time! Today, I'll make sure you all die together!"

Looking at Zhao Sicheng and the others, Si Xiaxia was moved to tears. "That's wonderful! Waaaaah, the host isn't alone anymore... Waaaaah..."

Xie Xiao, supporting Wen Li, asked, "Have you found His Highness?"

"I've got it with me."

Carrying it?

Before Xie Xiao could ask clearly, Nightmare flew over with his flute in hand.

Unfortunately, they had no choice but to deal with the nightmare first.

Despite it being a five-on-one situation, and Nightmare having already exhausted a significant amount of his cultivation, they were still at a disadvantage.

"Let's surround him! Mingzhu, quickly try the Sparrow Sound Pipa!"

Zhao Sicheng called out to Wen Mingzhu.

"Ok!"

The sound of a zither! Shouldn't that be in the celestial realm? Nightmare grew increasingly agitated.

Sure enough, those old men and women from the heavens came to meddle in other people's business again.

Nightmare flung Zhao Sicheng aside and tried to kill Wen Mingzhu first.

"Brother Sicheng!"

Wen Mingzhu watched as Zhao Sicheng was thrown into the river and coughed up blood, while the nightmare was only targeting her. She was terrified.

Wen Li wrapped the red ribbon around the nightmare's neck again from behind and pulled him backward.

"Aunt Song!"

Upon hearing Wen Li's call, Aunt Song immediately kicked Nightmare backward from the front. Nightmare tried to regain his balance, but Xie Xiao kicked him away from the side.

Zhao Sicheng also quickly flew up from the bottom of the river and stood in front of Wen Mingzhu.

Seeing this, Wen Mingzhu tried to calm herself down, silently recited the mantra, and plucked the strings of the pipa.

As the sound of the pipa drifted over, Nightmare clearly felt his demonic energy being suppressed.

He had already exhausted a lot of his cultivation in the battle with Wen Li, and now his demonic energy was suppressed by three-tenths. He would probably lose in a one-against-five situation.

But the Dream Spell hasn't finished yet, and Shen Yingsi might wake up!

Nightmare was pondering when he was suddenly stabbed by Zhao Sicheng. Just as he kicked the man away, Xie Xiao kicked him from the side, and then Wen Li added another kick.

Then Aunt Song gathered her spiritual power and struck his abdomen with all her might.

Nightmare was knocked to the bottom of the river, and a large crater instantly appeared at the bottom.

Nightmare coughed up blood, already having made up its mind, and turned to fly away.

Never mind, let's run away!

But just as he flew out, he felt a tightness around his neck, and when he looked down, it was that damned red ribbon again.

"Trying to run away? We haven't settled our score yet."

Nightmare felt a chill run down his spine. What grudge did they have? He had stopped pursuing her, so why was this going on and on?

"Wen Mingzhu, keep playing your pipa, don't let him get away!"

Unable to understand the situation, Wen Mingzhu could only calm down and continue playing the pipa.

Wen Li gave the nightmare no time to react. She held the ghost talisman in her palm, and as the talisman burned, Wen Li smiled.

"What are you going to do... Ah!"

Nightmare felt as if his entire body was completely out of his control, and he was being flung away by a tremendous force.

Wen Li gripped the red ribbon tightly and repeatedly slammed the Nightmare into the ground. She slammed it once on the left, then once on the right.

"Ah! Ah! Ah..."

"You like to play, huh? This is really fun! You stupid thing, you thought you didn't feel pain! Now you're screaming like a baby."

Each time the impact caused a crater to form, it deepened several inches, frightening the creatures at the bottom of the river into fleeing.

Chi Qing heard loud banging sounds from above, followed by screams. He crouched down and listened more closely; it sounded like a single person.

Chi Qing frowned, wondering why the old demon in the nightmare was beaten so badly. Logically speaking, with the help of Queyin Pipa and the other three children, they should at most be able to fight the old demon to a draw. He was even ready to go down and save people at any time.

Wen Li smashed the object with gusto, cursing vehemently: "Shameless bastard, bullying the weak with numbers! Believe me or not, I'll rip a hole out of your stomach! Doesn't it hurt? And you're still playing games! Do you know how much it hurts when you hit someone? Your organs should be shattered too! You black lump of coal, does it hurt? Does it hurt? Does it hurt?"

Zhao Sicheng and Xie Xiao were so frightened by the scene that they stepped back, some even too afraid to look.

Wen Li is indeed as ruthless as rumored; look at her smashing the demon as if it were a game.

Wen Mingzhu was also a little scared, and she inexplicably entered the perspective of the nightmare.

Wen Li is so scary! Waaaaah...

Of those present, only Aunt Song remained relatively calm.

"Help! Ah! Help!"

Just as Nightmare thought he was going to die today, he was suddenly hugged. He opened his eyes and saw that it was Anle!

"Waaaaah, ginseng demon! Waaaaah..."

Seeing Nightmare's bruised and swollen face, Anle was startled. Without thinking of anything else, she used magic to untie the red ribbon, hugged him tightly, and ran away.

Watching them flee, Wen Li had no strength left. She knelt on the ground, her mind somewhat hazy.

"Wen Li, where is Fourth Brother?"

Where is Fourth Brother?

Zhao Sicheng and the others anxiously surrounded Wen Li and asked her questions.

Wen Li finally regained some of her composure and released Shen Yingsi.

The group was startled when they saw Shen Yingsi covered in injuries.

Xie Xiao and Wen Mingzhu burst into tears: "Your Highness... Waaah... Wake up!"

"Fourth brother! Please don't let anything happen to you!"

Zhao Sicheng nervously checked Shen Yingsi's breathing. After confirming that he was still breathing, he quickly picked Shen Yingsi up and carried him forward.

"Don't cry, you're still breathing! Quick, take them back to the manor and find a doctor!"

"Ok!"

"Hurry! We need to hurry!"

Xie Xiao and Wen Mingzhu quickly caught up as well.

As Wen Li watched their retreating figures, even though her body still ached, she felt much more relaxed.

That's great. She saved him once, so she shouldn't owe him that much anymore.

Aunt Song asked worriedly, "Ali, are you alright?"

Wen Li shook her head: "It's nothing."

Aunt Song helped Wen Li to her feet and asked, "Can you still hold on?"

"Of course!"

After Wen Li finished speaking in a seemingly casual manner, she heard Si Xiaxia say, "By the way, host, that energy has side effects. You need to go back and heal your wounds quickly! Your wounds are only temporarily healed; they will gradually return to their injured state. You can heal while recovering from your injuries. The healing speed is faster than the wound recovery speed, so you won't die."

As soon as Si Xiaxia finished speaking, Wen Li fainted from the pain!

"Ah Li!"

Si Xiaxia's eyes widened: "Waaaaah... Host! I told you not to inject too much, otherwise the side effects will kick in even faster..."