Muyan asked: "Get up, sit down and talk slowly. What exactly happened? Since you are the priest of the Demon Emperor, why did you become like this? What is the relationship between Zhongli in the priest's hall and you?"
The old man closed his eyes, and his heaving chest slowly calmed down.
He stood up as he said, and found a seat at random to sit down.
At this time, Muyan observed carefully, only to find that the old man's demeanor is indeed completely different from the usual beggars.
It's just that when he was in Dark Cloud City, he deliberately hid all of this.
The mouth is particularly poisonous, so people ignore these qualities.
"The one in the priest's hall, he wasn't called Zhongli originally, his name was [Wen Zhe]. He used to be my only direct disciple, and he was also the holy son of the priest's hall, the candidate for the next devil emperor priest."
"I have dedicated my whole life to the Demon God. Because I foresaw the destiny, I am doomed to have no wife, no children, and no blood relatives in this life. Therefore, I treat Wen Zhe as my own son."
"However, Wen Zhe and I were seriously injured in a great battle thousands of years ago. Wen Zhe's life was on the verge of death. Regardless of the possibility of my injury getting worse, I sent part of the demon soul to him and passed out."
When he said this, the old man clenched his hands tightly, and his voice was tinged with deep-seated hatred: "I managed to save his life, but when I woke up, I found that my appearance had changed. The damage to the magic core cannot be restored, and the cultivation base of the whole body is completely gone."
"And standing in front of me is [Zhongli] who has exactly the same appearance as me."
"Although his voice has changed, as soon as he opened his mouth, I knew that it was Wen Zhe. I treated him like my own son, and even sacrificed my life for him."
"With the same face as mine, he pointed at my subordinates and said, I am a thief who wants to sneak into the priest's hall to steal things, and let them throw me to the main city of One Star."
"I really wanted to jump up and ask him, why did he treat me like this? But I knew I couldn't! Wen Zhe didn't know I was awake, otherwise, even if he didn't kill me right away, he would definitely think of other ways to do it Shackles torment me."
"Then, I was thrown into the one-star main city [Nightmare Bone City]. At that time, I hadn't completely given up hope. I thought, as long as I can find a way to return to the Demon Emperor City and see my friend Minwei, I will always be able to return to the Demon Emperor City." It can expose Wen Zhe's true face."
"However, I soon discovered that in [Nightmare Bone City], there were always people monitoring and controlling me. Several times, I accidentally ran into a powerful magic alchemist to ask for help, but in a blink of an eye, that magic alchemist would be killed. People killed me, and I would be beaten so badly that I couldn't even crawl for ten and a half months."
The old man had a look of pain and despair on his face, his hunched body almost wanted to curl up, his hands clasped on the edge of the chair and trembling violently, his knuckles turned blue and white.
Days like that, darkness, despair, pain, torture, endless.
Every time he thought there was still a ray of hope, Wen Zhe would shatter the ray of hope and step him into the abyss of mud.
This man didn't even stand in front of him and humiliate him, but let his life sink into hell, beyond redemption.
Muyan suddenly took out the Tian Mo Qin, and gently plucked the strings with her fingers.
The melodious sound of the piano was like a gurgling stream brushing over the old man's heart, slowly smoothing and settling the hatred and madness in his heart.