So, who will be the Blood Demon?
After becoming the new overlord of Xuanbing Prison, Bai Mengjin gave his younger brothers the first task: "How many cultivators are here? Do you know?"
Ye Mei and Jia Ding scrambled to say, "That's the eleventh room."
"Room 18."
"Room 20 and 21."
"Are these two dead?"
"Really? I saw them a while ago."
"How long ago was your time? Hundreds of years ago?"
Jia Ding was ridiculed and scratched his head: "I don't remember..."
So Bai Mengjin said: "Go and investigate, write down all the people in Xuanbing Prison, their current situation and their approximate identities, and leave it to me tomorrow."
Several demons said: "Yes."
After finishing his work, Bai Mengjin went back to rest.
She read a book, drank tea as usual, and then took a nap. There is no way to practice in this poor place, but it is a rare and clean place.
When I woke up the next day, there were two rows of people standing outside the cell door. In one row were the three of them, Jia Ding, and in the other row were Ye Mei and a group of younger brothers.
The two sides were not convinced by each other. You glared at me and I glared at you, but you didn't dare to disturb Bai Mengjin in the cell, so you could only wink and make mischief.
Seeing her coming out, both sides immediately surrounded her: "Lord Jade Demon!"
"We figured it out."
"We found it too."
"There are……"
"There are still a few alive..."
The two sides scrambled for the first place, fearing that the credit would be taken away, and they fell out.
"Stop!" Bai Mengjin was so noisy by them that his ears almost exploded, and he frowned and shouted.
Several demons hurriedly shut up and looked at her carefully.
"Come one by one." She stretched out her hand and said, "You guys talk first."
The boy glanced at Ye Mei proudly and said respectfully: "Master Jade Demon, we have counted and there are a total of five living people in Xuanbing Prison. The earliest one was imprisoned a thousand years ago..."
He chirped, and the succubus and the old beggar supplemented beside him.
Seeing Ye Mei hesitate to speak, Bai Mengjin gestured: "What about you? What news do you know?"
Ye Mei replied: "This man is about to die. He has been here for too long and the spiritual energy in his body has been almost exhausted. He has a magic weapon that he brought in secretly. I sneaked into his cell last time to see if he was dead. No, so I can get that magic weapon..."
This Ye Mei is worthy of being the tyrant of Xuan Bing Prison. The boys and the others don't know these details.
So Bai Mengjin continued: "What else?"
Based on the information from both sides, Bai Mengjin determined that besides her, there were five living people in Xuanbing Prison. Song Zhiyi was the first to be eliminated because he had served as an elder well in his previous life and was not involved in this turmoil. So, there are four people left.
She visited them one by one.
There was a knock on the cell, and the people inside thought they were hallucinating. He wanted to continue falling asleep, but there was a persistent sound outside.
"Who?" He sat up and held the knife in his hand.
If those demons want to take advantage, don't blame him for being rude! Although his spiritual power is weak, he has weapons in his hands that they cannot bully at will.
But unexpectedly, a strange voice sounded outside.
"Senior, I am a new disciple. My surname is Bai Mengjin. I heard that you are also a human cultivator, so I came to visit you."
The man was stunned for a while, then came back to his senses and asked, "Are you... a disciple of the Wuji Sect?"
He hadn't spoken for so long that his words were unclear, and even the words Wuji Sect sounded so unfamiliar.
"Yes."
There was silence for a long time, and the man slowly said: "I have nothing to say, so please leave!"
How could Bai Mengjin shrink back just because of a single word? He continued, "I heard from those demons that the senior's spiritual power is no longer sustainable and is already on the verge of dissipating."
"..."
"I heard that senior has a precious blade in his hand, how about giving it to me?
? It’s useless if you die anyway! "
A cold and stern voice came from inside: "Are all the little girls today so greedy? Get lost! I'm too lazy to tell you!"
"Senior, are you sure?"
He snorted coldly, lay back on the stone bed, closed his eyes and stopped talking.
"Senior? Senior?"
There was only the wind and snow blowing outside the door, but there was no response.
Bai Mengjin smiled and pressed his hand on the cell door.
The restriction was triggered to resist attacks from outside.
She held the token and cracked it layer by layer. Song Zhiyi's restraint has been strengthened, and it will be difficult for her to break it until she is weak. The restrictions in this cell have become old after thousands of years, but it is much easier to understand.
After spending some time, Bai Mengjin finally dismantled it and entered the cell in a flash.
"senior."
The people on the stone bed jumped in shock.
This is a skinny old man, his hair and beard are all white, and he is so skinny that only a handful of bones are left. After being imprisoned for a thousand years, he no longer looked like a human being.
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 her sit down on the only stone chair in the room.
He sat up and asked, "What do you want to do?"
"Come and care about your senior!" Bai Mengjin looked him over and said, "I wonder which disciple your senior is from? Looking at your age, you might be my great-uncle or great-uncle!"
The man was silent for a moment and then asked: "Which senior brother and sister are you a disciple of?"
Bai Mengjin replied: "I belong to the lineage of Old Sect Master Jiang, but I have always been disciplined by Uncle Hua Shi."
This person showed a strange expression, as if he was mocking: "Old Sect Master Jiang, so Jiang Fengci is dead?"
Bai Mengjin nodded, then sighed: "Not only is the old sect leader dead, but his only daughter and son-in-law also died in the Minghe River. Do you think it's tragic or not?"
He had been imprisoned for too long. Jiang Shangyue was born hundreds of years later. He had only heard it mentioned by the guard occasionally before. But this didn't stop him from feeling happy. He made a weird hey sound in his throat, and his expression was twisted and happy: "The whole family will die cleanly, okay, great!"
Bai Mengjin smiled and asked: "It seems that senior has a grudge against Old Sect Leader Jiang?"
He snorted and did not answer: "What did you do again? Since you belong to his sect, why don't you call me Master?"
Bai Mengjin played with the token: "Because I don't have a disciple, I'm just his grandson's fiancée."
The man looked surprised: "Is this so?"
So Bai Mengjin slowly told his story: "...You see, I'm quite unlucky, right? I got into such a disaster all the time. In order to avoid the limelight, I can only live in Xuanbing Prison for a while. It's too boring here. There are demons everywhere, and I feel particularly friendly when I see them."
This person echoed: "You are indeed unlucky. In fact, I am too...if not..."
His voice gradually became softer, and Bai Mengjin couldn't help but lean in to listen.
A sharp look flashed in the man's eyes, and he suddenly became violent. He grabbed the blade in his hand and slashed at her fiercely.
