The little girl was so frightened that she couldn't speak. Her feet felt like lead and she couldn't walk at all.
"You are all useful to me, don't be afraid to come over." Mu Lao patiently waved again.
That woman is a human being, and those who can follow her here have been betrayed by their families. They have no freedom and cannot even decide their own life or death.
Realizing that she had to move forward, otherwise she would die faster. The little girl gritted her teeth, held the yellow paper in her hand, and moved step by step in front of Mu Lao.
Written on the yellow paper was the little girl's name and birthday.
"Yinshi, not bad." Mu Lao glanced at the yellow paper, then lifted the little girl up with one hand and threw her directly into the dye vat beside him, saying: "Stay there quietly, don't move around, and don't
come out."
Suddenly being thrown into the dye, the little girl burst into tears, but she didn't dare to make a sound and could only cover her mouth quickly.
Just when Mu Lao wanted to see the birth date of the next little girl, the sound of water suddenly erupted from behind, accompanied by violent tremors and roars.
Mu Lao turned around and was shocked to find that the woman who was supposed to be fascinated by the Netherworld fragrance actually broke out of her water. She even seemed to be in good spirits and not at all drowsy.
"What? Are you very surprised?" Song Ling stood on the edge of the dye vat with one foot and said with a half-smile: "You bought the girl from Ren Yazi just to make the mist? It's really a sin."
Ling Ran himself has an evil character, and he can always follow the right path, thanks to Canghua Immortal Lord's suppression. Now that Canghua Immortal Lord is not here, Ling Ran is indulged by Lin Zigui, and he must be able to do anything.
Not to mention using mortals to make the veil of mist.
Back then in Jiuqu Mountain, Ling Ran even dared to fill in the valley directly and let tens of thousands of people in the valley serve as bait to slay the demon.
In his words, these tens of thousands of lives were sacrificed for the welfare of the common people and they died a worthy death.
A servant like Mu Lao who obeys Ling Ran's orders will naturally do whatever his master says. As long as it is not too outrageous, Mu Lao will do whatever is asked of him, and he is very loyal at first glance.
"You are indeed Song Ling!"
Mu Lao's face darkened and he put his hands behind his back, as if he wanted to release something.
Song Ling flew to Mu Lao on Bo Yun, put his hands together, and several black vines sprang out from all directions, instantly binding Mu Lao's hands and feet.
"Am I Song Ling? Didn't Ling Ran give the answer just now?" Song Ling bent his eyes and smiled, and said in a sweet voice: "Now I have set up isolation techniques and restrictions inside and outside the embroidery workshop, Ling Ran
You won’t notice anything strange here.”
The confrontation between the two was really scary. The little girl on the side looked pale and her lips turned purple.
"I advise you, answer whatever I ask you, and don't make me angry, otherwise I will destroy your embroidery workshop and kill you so that Ling Ran can't do anything in front of Lin Zigui and let your precious baby
My son has no choice but to die!" Song Ling threatened with great gentleness.
Mu Lao, who was hanging in the air, struggled violently, neither speaking nor even looking at Song Ling.
"My son can't threaten you?" When Song Ling saw this, a long sword appeared in his palm, and he stabbed towards the dye vat on the right with his broken wrist.
Halfway through the stabbing, Mu Lao spoke.
"What do you want to know? If I betray my master, I won't tell you, because then I will die, and it will be more painful than dying in your hands."
"I don't know much, so let me tell you first, what is the use of this pure girl born in Yin Shi?" Song Ling turned her wrist and put away the sword, looked sideways at Mu Lao, and asked.
After experiencing the battle between heaven and man, Mu Lao sighed, as if accepting his fate, and replied:
"In the past, Wu Luo Sha could only be said to be a spiritual object that could resist ordinary people. But with the blood essence and blood of the pure daughter born in Yin Shi, Wu Luo Sha can withstand the monk's life-threatening blow.
, bringing life-saving means to the monks on the front line."
It sounds like there is still some righteousness in it. No wonder Mu Lao didn't feel any psychological burden when he killed those little girls.
"Lin Zigui used this to bribe the frontline monks?" Song Ling asked again.
Mu Lao did not speak and nodded silently.
"What's the use of a gambling house?" Song Ling suddenly changed the subject and asked a weird question without any clue.
Apparently, Mu Lao was also confused by the question. He stared at Song Ling for a long time before saying, "It seems that you know quite a lot. Even so, I'm afraid I can't hide it from you."
"It's good if you know." Song Ling said.
Several little girls at the door also knew how to take advantage of Mu Lao's control, ran to the dye vat, and pulled out the companion who was thrown into the dye vat.
Fortunately, it didn't take long, so the little girl was just a little surprised and had no other discomfort.
Although they were young, they also knew who they could rely on, so they leaned closer to where Song Ling was, not speaking, but with expectations on their faces.
"Stand over there obediently. I'll take you out later." Song Ling felt their gazes and quickly turned around to comfort them.
"You can't escape. Anyone who enters here can't get out except with the permission of the master." Mu Laozu gasped and said viciously: "Don't think I'm scaring you, even if you are
Even if you kill me, you won't be able to escape, you will only be left here to be buried with me."
"Are you suddenly very arrogant?" Song Ling looked up at him with her hands folded and said, "Don't you think that I dared to come in without leaving a way out for myself?"
Mu Lao was stunned for a moment by the rhetorical question and could not speak.
"Does Lin Zigui think he is some kind of immortal? There are no tigers in the mountains, and monkeys are just kings. Not to mention Ling Ran. I don't think I need to repeat how ugly he performed those tasks in the past." Song Ling said,
A ball of golden light surged out of the palm of his hand, "Is Song Ling considered a thing? You think of me as him, which is clearly an insult to me.!"
His words successfully frightened Mu Lao.
What frightened Mu Lao even more was the image that appeared as soon as Song Ling finished speaking.
"Immortal, Immortal Lord?" Mu Lao swallowed his saliva, his pupils shrank, and he shouted hurriedly: "I don't know anything, I beg the Immortal Lord to forgive me, please see the Immortal Lord clearly!"
Song Ling held her air, looked at Mu Lao coldly, and asked: "Don't say those words now? I just wanted to see what kind of tricks you were playing, but I didn't expect that you dared to go behind Wei Lu's back.
What a shameful thing to do!"
"Please, Immortal Lord, be more careful!" Mu Lao trembled and begged for mercy: "All this I did for the good of the Taoist sect. If it weren't for the endless mist in the hands of the old slave, how many monks would have perished on the front line.
?When the Taoist gate is not protected, the Immortal Lord can bear it!"
"Are you blaming me?" Song Ling's voice was filled with anger.