"Fellow Daoist, is there something wrong with your face so serious?"

Emperor Shentu's hidden concern greetings made Pei Ye come back to his senses from his meditation.

She frowned and said, "Well... something unexpected happened."

Pei Ye lowered his head and saw a cup of hot milk tea on the table.

The rich milky aroma makes the air soft and sweet like marshmallows.

She picked up a small sip and took a sip. The familiar sweet taste made her taste buds feel a little bitter...

I was too lazy to guess that Emperor Shentu added a few spoonfuls of sugar to it, and Pei Ye drank the remaining milk tea without changing his face.

He joked: "The Emperor is so sweet-loving, but it reminds me of a good way to make a fortune."

At the speed of her consuming candy, opening a store next to Emperor Shentu is definitely a business that will make a profit without losing money.

Emperor Shentu said with a funny look: "Fellow Taoist still has the time to make fun of it. I believe the thing I encountered just now is not a big deal..."

"…The Emperor was wrong... It was indeed a big deal."

The handsome young man held his cheek with one hand, and saw that he was worried at the end of his eyebrows and there seemed to be an indescribable "meaningful" at the end of his eyes.

Seeing this, Emperor Shentu corrected his posture and acted in a manner to listen carefully.

"Fellow Taoist please speak."

Who knew that the youth's next words were wrong.

Pei Ye asked a question without answering: "Does the Emperor know that there is a common routine in detective mystery novels - is the deceased the murderer?"

Emperor Shentu didn't understand why, but he still answered according to Pei Ye's ideas.

"This... I heard of it. The real murderer pretended to be the illusion of his murder and confused his eyes and ears with the identity of the 'dead'."

When normal people speculate on the identity of the murderer, they will subconsciously ignore the "dead who has been killed".

Because the "dead" does not have the possibility of continuing to commit crimes.

Thinking of this, Emperor Shentu thought for a while and understood something.

"The paper piece sent by fellow Taoist, the mastermind behind the scenes I saw, and this person... has already been 'dead' in fellow Taoist cognition?"

Pei Ye smiled and bent his eyebrows, unable to see any trouble.

"Yes, the one who knows me is the emperor."

After she said this, Emperor Shentu lowered his head and drank the hot milk tea with a strong milk aroma.

The sweet and warm current not only slid across the throat, but also rolled around in the heart, so sweet that it was a little greasy.

"Who is this person?"

Pei Ye spit out a person's name.

"That man's name is 'Xiao Cang'."

All this has to be mentioned not long ago.

The little paper man disguised as a black clay man and went back to "report".

The location is in a building just two streets away from xx community.

Because the black clay man is condensed by demonic energy, under normal circumstances, mortals cannot see them with their naked eyes. So it sways from the building walls and turns into a flowing glue in front of a closed floor-to-ceiling window and sews it through the window.

The sun shines outside and the cold air inside the house is cramped.

Three layers of thick curtains were hung in front of each window, closed tightly to block the light from the outside world. At this time, the little paper man keenly heard a slight sound of walking from the room not far away. It subconsciously held its breath and carefully restrained its own breath.

Only the slight sound of the door handle twisting sounded, and a young man wearing a green home pajamas walked out of the house.

The young man asked in the uninhabited living room, "You are back, how are you doing?"

The little paper man subconsciously stretched his ears to listen, but after hearing the voice of the person coming, he was confused for a moment.

Why is this sound exactly the same as the cute ones now?

The little paper man thought to himself, and the little black clay man who was bewitched and controlled climbed onto the dining table.

The young man came over and touched the black clay man, and in an instant he absorbed the "fake information" specially left by Pei Ye.

The little paper man stood on the table and saw clearly the young man.

A cute voice...

Big cute face...

It's exactly the same!

If the young man in front of him had not been several times more gloomy than the familiar big cute ones, and the breath surrounding him was 100% pure demonic energy rather than the essence of Yuanqi, the little paper man thought that the young man in front of him was his big cute ones, so he deliberately divided two people to play with it.

The young man took his finger back and said lightly: "... So, the underworld is already vigilant..."

At this time, a cold and disdainful voice rang in the young man's mind.

【…Hmph, it’s too late to be alert now…】

"The strength of the Underworld cannot be underestimated. In the past, it was a mess and had no effect. Just maintaining order was a mess, but the two newly appointed emperors of the Underworld are not easy to mess with. Those who have the courage to take office will either be a fool or a ruthless person."

[In your human words, you are strengthening others' ambitions and destroying your own might...]

The little paper man hiding in the black clay man's body quietly approached and "eavesdropped".

[I forgot that you are no longer a human being.]

The young man pursed his lips and said nothing, his slightly gloomy gaze was not sure where it was, and his whole body exuded the aura of not entering the stranger.

After a long time, he said: "...For the sake of safety, we will take back the released 'demon seed' first, and then continue until the limelight comes over..."

The "demonic seed" released???

The little paper man felt energetic when he heard this.

[...No need at all... The resurrection of spiritual energy is not only an opportunity for the human race, but also an opportunity for our demon race.]

That voice flatly rejected the youth's proposal.

[Although the human race is lucky, they are the ones who like to fight in the six realms the most. The resurrection of spiritual energy will allow some mortals to gain strength beyond most ordinary people. Once their strength is not equal to the current social status and resources, internal struggle will occur.]

Having "super powers" beyond ordinary people but not having the same nature as them, such people will do countless stupid things with a little provocation, creating conflict tragedies and killings - and these will make the demons' favorite seven emotions and six desires and become the nourishment for their thriving growth.

If the demons want to develop, they must take the lead step by step.

As long as the great demon is born first and the talented elites of the human race are killed, the remaining human race is not to be afraid.

Therefore, these plans cannot be delayed by a single step.

The young man lowered his eyes and thought deeply but refused.

At this time, the voice said again: [Does you still be attached to the old love you once had?]

The young man remained silent: "..."

[...Don't forget, who made you fall into a demon... It's those people! Most of them have no contact with you and don't understand your character at all. They just tell some slanderous rumors that are both true and false, and they really hope that you will die and let you fall into a demon in their evil thoughts of "public opinion"... Haha, your kindness and hesitation will not be exchanged for a little understanding.]

The young man is still silent.

[…and now, even your identity is not yours anymore.]

The young man suddenly stood up, his face slightly blue was even more gloomy than before.
Chapter completed!