After the abusive husband became enlightened, the fox demon master turned black

"Sang Mo, Sang Mo, I really care about you, and I consider everything for you. Why do you want to destroy my true body?"

There was a trace of resentment in the voice, and every word he complained unwillingly, like a ghost seeking his life.

Sang Mo never knew that just a few sounds could be so scary.

She was made to stand on her head with all the hair on her body, panicked and at a loss what to do.

Under the moonlight, the mirror on the dressing table suddenly lit up with a faint purple light.

Sang Mo subconsciously waved his palm and shattered the mirror.

The room fell into deathly silence once again.

Huang Cuihua looked at the broken mirror on the dressing table in confusion, then looked back at Sang Mo.

Cautiously asked: "What's going on?"

Sang Mo's heart was pounding. She opened her mouth, but no sound came out for a long time.

"It's okay, go to bed."

Huang Cuihua still felt uneasy, "Hey, do you want some water?"

Sang Mo swallowed, and felt that his mouth was extremely dry, so he got up from the bed again, "If I drink, will you burn it for me?"

Huang Cuihua glanced at her and said, "Virtue!" She put on her clothes and went to boil water.

After Huang Cuihua left, Sang Mo was left alone in the room. She lay on the bed blankly and stared at the tent ceiling.

Everything happened so suddenly, like a dream, Sang Mo felt empty in his heart, and he just felt that it was not real.

The master turned out to be the evil god she was looking for.

She was stunned. The task she had accepted in order to descend to the mortal world had now become her own life-saving talisman.

"Evil God..."

"Evil God..."

Sang Mo was stunned and repeated in a murmur.

By the way, what does the evil god do?

……

Sang Mo sat up from the bed suddenly. She slapped her forehead in annoyance, "Damn! I don't even know what the evil god does!"

Just when she was upset, Huang Cuihua came in carrying a pot.

She glanced at Sang Mo and said a little ghostly: "What's wrong with you?"

Sang Mo looked at her, "Do you know what the evil god is?"

Huang Cuihua sat down at the table with a pot in hand, frowning in thought, "Evil God?"

"Is he the person who gathered the most evil thoughts in the world and then died and disappeared?"

When Sang Mo heard this, he jumped out of bed and said, "Tell me more."

Huang Cuihua poured her a cup of tea, "I don't know much about it. I heard a story from my elders before."

"Elders?" Sang Mo asked in surprise: "Do you have any elders?"

Huang Cuihua immediately darkened her face, "It's so new. Who doesn't have an elder? My name is Huang Cuihua, and I am naturally from the Huang family. Our weasel lineage has inheritance."

She said, giving Sang Mo a serious look, "Do you still want to listen to the evil god?"

Sang Mo nodded quickly: "I want it."

"If you want to listen, listen carefully and don't interrupt."

Sang Mo quickly made a gesture to shut up, and Huang Cuihua continued.

"I also heard it when I was a child. It is said that there was a practitioner who helped the people of a small country a lot. The people enshrined him to help him practice."

"Later, for some reason, the practitioner no longer fulfilled people's wishes, so people imprisoned him, abused the practitioner, and did many bad things to him."

"The practitioner's thoughts are all gone, swallowing up all his evil thoughts and attracting thunder from the sky."

Huang Cuihua frowned a little heavily as she said, "There are many versions of the subsequent story."

"Some places say that the practitioner has become a god."

"Some also say that the practitioner was struck to death by lightning."

"There are also those who say that the practitioner died for love."

"It's true or false, but everyone unanimously calls it the evil god."

"It's evil, but it's also a god."

Sang Mo only felt awkward after hearing this. Most of the stories in the world have been passed down for generations and have been told and tampered with by countless people. They cannot be taken seriously. But one thing is certain, the evil god is a dangerous existence in the eyes of the world.

Seeing that Sang Mo was silent, Huang Cuihua couldn't help but came over curiously, "Why do you ask this so suddenly?"

"Is it possible that you were frightened by the evil god tonight?"

Sang Mo raised his hand and pushed her away. He picked up the cup and took a sip with some guilt, "What did I do tonight? It's obviously normal."

"Tch." Huang Cuihua waved her hands wordlessly, turned around and went to bed.

The next day, Sang Mo got up early in the morning and drew the appearance of the Purple Light Mirror on paper, and went down the mountain to find a craftsman to make an identical bronze mirror.

After giving the drawings to the craftsman, she went to the teahouse to drink tea and listen to the opera.

The teahouse is very lively. Today’s song is the story of “Agarwood Splits the Mountain to Save His Mother”.

As soon as Sang Mo entered the door, he heard people clapping and cheering.

The waiter welcomed her to the private room on the second floor.

The private rooms are relatively quiet, and most of them are rich and well-educated people who don't yell, spit, and throw melon seed shells everywhere.

But that doesn't mean they don't chat.

As soon as Bu Sangmo sat down, he heard someone at the table next to him let out a long sigh.

"Ugh."

"What's wrong? You're listening to a play, why are you sighing?"

Sighing The man sighed again when he heard the words, and then said calmly: "You may not believe it, but the leader of Changli Mountain is actually a fox demon."

"Fox demon?!"

His words immediately attracted the attention of everyone around him.

Sang Mo suddenly became alert, the melon seeds in his hand suddenly lost their taste, and he only pricked up his ears to see what he had to say.

Seeing everyone around him looking at him, the man cleared his throat, deliberately amplified his voice, and continued to talk to his companions: "Is that so? Hundreds of schools of immortality have verified it, but they just didn't dare to do anything because of authority."

"How can this be done!" The companion immediately shouted, "Changli Mountain is the lifeblood of the human world. People all over the world point to Changli Mountain for protection. How can we hide the fox demon?"

Everyone around them also became uneasy. An old Taoist priest put down the teacup in his hand and stood up, "My little friend, are your words true?"

The man said righteously: "Why isn't it true?"

"A niece of my relatives studied art in Changli Mountain before. She died for unknown reasons the year before last. It is said that the body was carried in a coffin."

"The person who transported the body didn't let the family see the body, so it was just buried."

"Later, the family felt uneasy. After the person transporting the body left, they secretly dug up the grave and took a look..."

As he spoke, the man suddenly shut up and shook his head, looking grief-stricken.

Everyone was getting excited when they saw that he didn't say anything further. They immediately felt itchy and started urging him.

"What's wrong? Tell me!"

"That's right, what do you mean by half-talking?"

"..."

Seeing that everyone was getting excited, the man immediately waved his hand to signal everyone to be quiet.

"The family dug up the grave and took a look, and immediately fainted from fright! What do you think they saw?"

Everyone held their breath and kept silent.

Someone asked: "What?"

Someone next to me guessed: "There can't be ghosts, right?"

"What are you talking about? What is the ghost doing in the coffin!"

"..."

Everyone was talking a lot, and their guesses were getting more and more outrageous.

Suddenly someone interrupted sharply, "You're just pretending to be a ghost! What else could be in the coffin besides the corpse?"

"That's right, stop being so pretentious and tell me!"

Seeing that the atmosphere was rising, the man said with a mysterious face: "The family pried open the coffin all night, and when they looked inside, they were frightened to death."

"The body inside is indeed that of his daughter, but it is more than fifty years older. The girl who was originally sixteen or seventeen years old has white hair and wrinkles on her face!"

"The great god in the village said that the girl was drained to death!"