"But I really didn't expect that you could escape from the [Little Curse God Land], allowing Li Weiran to use it for you, and there was even someone around you who had such a deep mastery of [curse]."

Mu Yan raised his eyebrows and said lightly: "Before, you used [Soul-purifying Baptism] to plant the [Loves Demon Love Curse] in my body!"

"Zhongli" nodded without hesitation: "Your Highness the Princess is indeed smart, no wonder he can make the Emperor of the Jiyu so deeply rooted in love. But..."

He paused, narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "I'm still very curious, how did His Royal Highness know that I'm a fake Zhongli, and how did I know that I took Fenghua Liusha?"

"You are really not Zhongli!! Who are you?!!"

Min Wei roared angrily, and a strong fierce aura flashed in his eyes.

But before he could move, he heard an old voice coming from a distance.

"Minwei, you don't have to guess. Let me tell you who he is!"

Everyone's eyes looked at the old man talking.

The old man stood behind Chu Moli, holding his arms and lowering his head, without any breath spreading around him.

When you don't pay attention to it deliberately, you just feel like a servant with no sense of existence.

But when "Zhongli" saw his face, his eyes suddenly shrank.

Since being caught, Yun Danfengqing's expression finally changed drastically, "How is this possible?! How could you... be here?! Aren't you dead?!"

The old man chuckled softly and walked slowly towards "Zhongli", "Of course you hope I'm dead, because only when I die can everything you take away from me truly belong to you. Am I right? Wenzhe!"

"Wenzhe?"

Min Wei was stunned for a moment, he felt that the name sounded familiar.

After thinking for a while, he suddenly widened his eyes, "Wen Zhe, isn't he a disciple who Zhongli treats as a parent-child? Didn't he die on the battlefield a thousand years ago?!"

When the old man heard Min Wei’s question, he suddenly burst out laughing.

He smiled crazy and hysterically, and as he smiled, two lines of blood and tears fell from the corners of his eyes.

"Yes, Wen Zhe is dead. The Wen Zhe who I loved for hundreds of years has long been dead!"

"He took advantage of the time when I saved his life and robbed me of my face, my identity, everything about me, and threw me into a hell of no human beings or ghosts. Day after day, year after year, for hundreds of years, he made me unable to live or die, and could only live like a walking corpse, in order to take away all my luck."

"When it's useless, he will let someone kill me again...and then there will be no one in the world who can threaten him! Hahahaha... Wen Zhe... Wen Zhe, my good disciple!!"

"For a thousand years, a thousand years, every day and night, I have cut my heart and bones into my heart and bones, and I have tried my best to survive. I just want to ask you in person, why?!!"

"What the hell do I feel sorry for you? You want to treat me like this?!"

"Zhongli", or Wen Zhe, avoided the old man's gaze.

After a while, he said hoarsely: "Master, I have no choice... Becoming your disciple is the master's order, taking Fenghua Liusha is the master's order, replacing you as the priest of the Demon Emperor, and also the master's order..."

"I am a chess piece. Only by obeying the master's orders can I survive!"

“It’s that simple.”
Chapter completed!