Please Spare My Life, Disciple of the Demon Lord

Chapter 267 A way out

Jiang Tingwan carefully looked at the four people in front of him. Each of them carried an unspeakable sense of oppression. Just by looking at them, he could feel a dangerous aura emanating from them.

Even Lingyu, who had met her many times, had the same feeling. It was obvious that this time the charming and elegant woman was Lingyu's true identity.

"Looks like you're scared." The man in strange clothes sighed, and then said to the man in black who walked in, "It's no wonder that they don't welcome you. I can't stand the evil spirit on you."

The man in black sat in front of him and glanced at him. "You can't stand it, but you're not dead, right?"

The man who was choked smacked his lips and looked at Sui Jiu helplessly, "Don't be nervous, girl. We just want to make friends. After all, this place has never seen people like you before."

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Lin Fan, and I come from the Lingxiao Palace. This blind monk is called Wuxiang, and he comes from the Primal Chaos. As for this one with evil spirit all over his body, his name is Youming, and he comes from the Netherworld."

Ling Yu said faintly, "I haven't even made friends with them yet, and you guys are trying to snatch them away?"

"I'm not here to make friends." Youming denied with a dark face, looking up at Jiang Tingwan and the other two, "You guys, do you want to run an inn here forever?"

Jiang Tingwan didn't expect him to ask this, but the opportunity to meet four world masters at the same time was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and now was the time to find a way out.

After all, Lingyu said: If you can remember where you came from, you can find your way back.

It's really abstract.

"Of course not. I'm sure the realm masters know our strength. It's as easy for the people here to crush us as it is to crush an ant." Jiang Tingwan lowered his posture and was extremely pious, hoping that the other party could give him some more useful information. "I wonder if the Lord of the Netherworld can give me some pointers."

"Then don't stay in the City of Allure, don't adapt to any kind of order, and don't become anyone here."

Jiang Tingwan was stunned when he heard this. What did this mean?

Lingyu's voice came calmly and without anger: "Even if they are poaching, they wouldn't do it in front of others."

Lin Fan also echoed, "That's right. You are here to snatch people because a madman recently came to your Nine Netherworld to refine the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, causing the population of your Nine Netherworld to decrease."

Netherworld sneered, "It's just a trick I left over."

"That's not what I meant." Lin Fan said again, "This person has just arrived here for a short time, but he has already found a way to use the immortal souls for his own benefit. He is quite like Brother Youming back then. Now that dawn is approaching, if this person becomes another Brother Youming before then, there won't be many food slaves left in the Nine Netherworld to feed that monster."

"You think highly of that man?"

Lin Fan crossed his arms, looking disapproving: "You also know that I come from an extremely complicated world. In the consciousness of people like us, everything is possible. Don't you agree, girl?"

As he spoke, he suddenly turned his gaze to Jiang Tingwan, as if looking for a resonance.

Our kind?

Jiang Tingwan smiled dryly, barely taking it as a response. To this day, she no longer felt that she and anyone were truly from the same world.

When Jiang Tingwan heard the person they were talking about at this moment, a familiar name popped up in his mind unconsciously.

Without any warning or hint, the three words "Wen Bumian" just appeared before her eyes.

Youming smiled and said, "Then I am looking forward to it. However..."

Then he turned to look at Jiang Tingwan and the others, "Compared to expecting him to become another me, I am more expecting you to find a way out before that. After all, this person is looking for you."

As soon as these words were spoken, Jiang Tingwan's expression changed immediately.

"With pressure comes motivation. From this perspective, I won't kill him."

The conversation between Youming and Lin Fan contained a lot of information, which Jiang Tingwan was unable to analyze one by one, and he did not have enough time to analyze it.

I can only choose the most critical point to ask: "Does the Lord of the Netherworld also hope that we can find a way out?"

Youming's expression was subtle, but it was not one of concealment or denial. On the contrary, it was more of an expectation.

"The difference between you and this world is your way out, so my advice to you is, even if you haven't found a way out, don't stay in a fake place for too long, because the more you accept the rules of this world, the more you will forget who you originally were."

Youming looked at the three people opposite him, his eyes lingering on them, as if he had suddenly recalled a distant memory.

"I look forward to the day when you step out of the realm of awakening." Youming's eyes flickered, and it was impossible to tell friend from foe, and even his words were ambiguous.

This is the same abstraction that Lingyu told them before.

It was only after he gradually disappeared from everyone's sight that Jiang Tingwan finally reacted, "Please tell me clearly, what is our way out?"

Jiang Tingwan shouted into the air.

Lin Fan smiled and said, "Then he probably can't explain it clearly. After all, if he knew, he would have left long ago."

Jiang Tingwan asked, "He wants to go out too?"

Lin Fan did not hide it, "Ah."

"By all means."

He uttered the last four words with ease.

"What about you?" Jiang Tingwan asked back.

Lin Fan did not answer, but looked at Wu Xiang who had not said a word, and asked in confusion: "Hey, why are you here if you don't say anything?"

There is always a smile on Wuxiang's face, just like the Buddha smiling at a flower. He has thousands of faces and is mysterious and unpredictable.

After hearing Lin Fan's question, he turned his head and closed his eyes. "I said at the beginning that it was for fun. After watching a play, it was worth the trip."

As he finished speaking, a crack in the void appeared behind him again, and gradually healed as it moved towards him.

Wuxiang disappeared in the inn.

In a flash, two people left, and Lin Fan suddenly felt a chill on his back.

"I'm done talking, can you go now?"

Lin Fan caught Ling Yu's gaze from a distance. After hearing this, a sly smile flashed across his face. He said to Jiang Tingwan, "When you come to Ling Xiao Palace, remember to tell me my name. I'll be waiting for you to come and play with me."

Before he could finish his words, an invisible wind blade came slashing towards him, and Lin Fan's head tilted and disappeared from Jiang Tingwan's sight.

However, no one noticed this confrontation. After the three dangerous auras disappeared, the air in the entire space became softer.

It turns out that when the danger is extremely severe, the saying that every breath will feel like a knife is very tangible.

Jiang Tingwan hurried to check on Mu Yunzhong's condition, only to find that he was extremely pale and even having difficulty breathing. "You look very bad."

Lingyu, who was sitting next to him, poured himself a cup of tea and took a few sips with his red lips.

"The evil spirit of the Netherworld can destroy everything except the Realm Master. Among the many versions, the one who died at the hands of the Realm Master and could not be resurrected was this one."

A very scary thing was said in a light tone.

"Fortunately, he doesn't want to kill anyone now, otherwise the three of you, including the one lying upstairs, would have been reduced to ashes long ago."

"But Mu Yunzhong now..." Jiang Tingwan was very anxious.

Ling Yu still spoke in a light tone, "Although he doesn't want to kill anyone, if the evil spirit enters his body, he will die."