Chapter 4247 The Real Demon Emperor Priest Zhongli (1)

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Muyan asked: "Get up, sit down and talk slowly. What happened? You are the priest of the Demon Emperor, why did you become like this? What does the Zhongli in the priest's hall have to do with you?"

The old man closed his eyes, and his heaving chest slowly calmed down.

He stood up according to the words, and found a place to sit down at will.

Mu Yan observed carefully at this time, only to find that the old man's demeanor was indeed completely different from that of ordinary beggars.

It's just that when he was in Dark Cloud City, he deliberately hid these things.

The mouth is particularly poisonous, so people ignore these characteristics.

"The one from the Priest's Hall, he was not originally called Zhong Li, his name is [Wen Zhe], he was once my only direct disciple, and also the Holy Son of the Priest's Hall, and the next candidate for the Demon Emperor's priest."

"I dedicated my whole life to the devil. Because I knew the destiny, I was destined to have no wife, no children, and no blood relatives in this life. So I treated Wen Zhe as my own son."

"However, in a battle a thousand years ago, Wen Zhe and I were both seriously injured. Wen Zhe's life was on the verge of death. I didn't care that my injury might worsen.

When he said this, the old man clenched his hands tightly, and his voice was stained with a bit of hatred: "I managed to save his life, but when I woke up, I found that my appearance had changed. Now, the damage to the magic core cannot be recovered, and the cultivation base is completely gone."

"And standing in front of me is [Zhongli] who has exactly the same appearance as me."

"Although his voice changed, as soon as he opened his mouth, I knew that it was Wen Zhe, a disciple whom I treated like my own son, and even sacrificed my life for him."

"He put on the same face as me, pointed at my opponents and said, I am a thief who wants to sneak into the temple of priests to steal something, and ask them to throw me to the one-star main city."

"I really wanted to jump up and ask him, why did he do this to me? But I know I can't! Wen Zhe didn't know I was awake, otherwise, even if he didn't kill me immediately, he would definitely think of other ways. Shackles torment me."

"Then, I was thrown into the one-star main city [Nightmare Bone City]. At that time, I had not completely given up hope. I thought, as long as I can find a way to return to the Demon Imperial City and see my friend Min Wei, I will always It can expose Wen Zhe's true face."

"However, I soon discovered that in [Nightmare Bone City] there were always people monitoring and controlling around me. Several times, I accidentally encountered a powerful alchemist asking for help, but in a blink of an eye that alchemist would be arrested. People kill me, and I will be beaten so badly that I can't even get up for ten days and a half months."

There was a look of pain and despair on the old man's face, his hunched body almost wanted to curl up, his hands were shaking violently on the edge of the chair, and his knuckles were bluish and white.

Those days, darkness, despair, pain, torment, never end.

Every time he thought that there was still a glimmer of hope, Wen Zhe would smash this ray of hope and step him into the abyss of mud.

This person didn't even stand in front of him to humiliate him, but let his life sink into hell and never end.

Muyan suddenly took out the Tianmo Qin and gently plucked the strings with her fingers.

The melodious sound of the piano was like a gurgling stream passing through the old man's heart, slowly calming down the hatred and madness that filled his heart.

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