Muyan asked: "Get up, sit down and talk slowly. What happened? Since you are the priest of the Demon Emperor, why did you become like this? What is the relationship between Zhongli in the priest's hall and you?"

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

He stood up as instructed and found a random place to sit down.

Muyan observed carefully at this time and realized that the old man's demeanor was indeed completely different from that of ordinary beggars.

But when he was in Dark Cloud City, he deliberately hid all of this.

He has a very poisonous mouth, so people ignore these qualities.

"The one from the Priest Hall, his name was not Zhongli originally, his name was [Wen Zhe]. He was once my only direct disciple, the Holy Son of the Priest Hall, and the next candidate for the Demon King's priest."

"I have dedicated my whole life to the devil. Because I have predicted destiny, I am destined to have no wife, no children, and no blood relatives in this life. So I treat Wen Zhe as my biological son."

"However, in a battle a thousand years ago, Wen Zhe and I were both seriously injured. Wen Zhe's life was at stake. Regardless of the possibility that my injuries would worsen, I transferred part of my demon soul to him and passed out."

When he said this, the old man clenched his hands tightly, and his voice was filled with a hint of deep hatred: "I finally saved his life, but when I woke up, I found that my appearance had changed. The magic core is damaged and cannot be restored, and all the cultivation base is completely gone."

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

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

"He looked like me, pointed at me and told his subordinates that I was a thief who wanted to sneak into the priest's palace and steal things, and asked them to throw me to the main city of One Star."

"I really wanted to jump up and ask him why he did this to me? But I knew I couldn't! Wen Zhe didn't know I was awake, otherwise, even if he didn't kill me right away, he would definitely come up with other ways. The shackles torture 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 that as long as I could find a way to return to the Demon Imperial City and meet my friend Minwei, I would be able to It can reveal Wen Zhe’s true face.”

"But I soon discovered that there were always people monitoring and controlling me in [Nightmare Bone City]. Several times, I accidentally met a powerful magician and asked for help, but in the blink of an eye, that magician would be If someone killed me, I would be beaten so severely that I couldn't even get up for ten days and a half."

The old man had a look of pain and despair on his face, and his rickety body almost wanted to curl up. His hands were clasped on the edge of the chair and shaking violently, and his knuckles turned blue and white.

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

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

This person didn't even stand in front of him and humiliate him, but he made his life sink into hell and never recover.

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