Zong Ye hugged Bai Luo, and the people around him knelt on the ground. Zong Ye was confused. He knew that the person wearing a long gown had called the Saint Lord three times before Zong Ye came to his senses.

Zong Ye looked at the man in the long gown and puzzled, "What are you calling me?"

The man raised his head and said confidently: "Saint Lord. Why didn't the Holy Lord come back today? "

The man's expression didn't seem to be playing with him at all. Zong Ye's heart became cold inch by inch: "You admit your mistake."

The man raised his head in confusion and looked at Zong Ye: "Saint Lord, I am Situ Lu. Doesn't the Saint Lord know me anymore? I have been following the Saint Lord since I was a child. How could he recognize the wrong person?"

Zong Ye's heart sank completely.

The hell that cannibalism in the illusion is not just my own nightmare, and that self is not my own imagination. So what about myself holding the golden spirit bead? Is it also real?

Zong Ye grabbed Bai Luo's sleeve tightly, only Bai Luo was warm. He hated this hell, this cage, and this himself.

Zong Ye accidentally exerted too much force, and Bai Luo groaned in great pain. Zong Ye gritted his teeth and said, "Situ Lu took me back to his room."

"Yes." Situ Lu bent over respectfully: "The Holy Lord is on his way!"

Zong Ye hugged Bai Luo and followed Situ Lu out of the Shura Field. The person in the stands knelt at Zong Ye's feet. Seeing Zong Ye's black soap boots approaching him, he quickly pressed his head down to the ground. He seemed to be afraid that Zong Ye would take his life on a whim.

Zong Ye coldly swept over the thousands of people on both sides of the stands, and his eyes fell on Yan Tong, wearing a red gauze dress. Yan Tong's eye feathers trembled slightly, his eyes were dull, and his face was pale. Although he was kneeling, his back was straight.

Jeongtong seemed to feel Zong Ye looking at him, and looked up at Zong Ye, with a trace of expectation in her eyes.

Zong Ye glanced at Jingtong, hugged Bai Luo and followed Situ Lu out of the Shura Field.

Jingtong immediately stopped and smiled self-deprecatingly, with a little disappointed look in her eyes, but she seemed relieved.

Under the leadership of Situ Lu, Zong Ye gradually saw the appearance around him.

It's really a world where people cannibalize people.

There are ordinary streets like the human world, but the streets are not shops and beggars on both sides, but wreckage. It is said that it is wreckage but still has life. A man slumped by the wall, his clothes are not covered, and a huge wound on his chest that has been exposed, as if his flesh has been cut off and his ribs are exposed.

Zong Ye finally knew what the immortal body of this demon clan meant.

If such a wound is placed on a person, the person may have died long ago. But this person can still wave his arms and crawl on the ground, looking for the minced meat in the cracks.

There are more than one such person, but they occupy the entire street. The streets are surrounded by people with white bones and half-dead bones exposed on both sides.

Zong Ye felt nauseous in his stomach: "Who are these people?"

Situ Lu immediately said when he saw Zong Ye's expression: "It has hindered the holy Lord's eyes, and the little one immediately ordered people to drag these people to death."

When Zong Ye saw that Situ Lu Zhen was going to drag these people away, he immediately stopped and said, "I'll ask you who you are, and you'll answer!"

Situ Lu hurriedly came back, secretly thinking in his heart that Zong Ye's temperament was unstable, sometimes vicious, sometimes gentle and kind. It would be better not to act rashly and step on the thunder.

Situ Lu replied respectfully: "These people are just the lowest level of human pigs. After the Shura Farm was built, even these human pigs were ready to move. Anyway, the slaughterhouse was just a fate that was slaughtered and sold for food. It would be better to go to the Shura Farm to fight, even if you die, you don't have to be cut into pieces."

A man was killed, a slaughterhouse, and cut into pieces. Although Zong Ye couldn't understand what Situ Lu was saying, these three words were enough to make his feet feel cold.

Are these people just some livestock?

Or is it used for eating?

Zong Ye suddenly thought of the scene in the desolate prison, and a chill suddenly appeared in his heart.

Zong Ye asked Situ Lu coldly, "Where is this place?"

Situ Lu was stunned for a moment, but then he thought that Zong Ye didn't even remember him, and thought that he had suffered some accident. He did not dare to ask more questions, so he had to introduce Zong Ye diligently: "The Holy Lord hasn't come back for a long time. Recently, he has newly built this Shura field, and the surroundings have changed a little."

Situ Lu pointed to the pure black palace hidden on the top of the black cliff: "Then it is Weiming Palace. Is the Holy Lord still going back to Yesha Palace?"

"Yes." Zong Ye snorted coldly.

No matter what your identity is, the key is to have a place to recover from Bai Luo first.

Zong Ye walked into Weiming Palace, and the first thing he wanted was the Wuchang Palace, which seemed to be a matter of discussion. He walked around the Wuchang Palace and walked through the Lotus Path, and soon arrived at Yesha Palace.

The pure black wooden pillars of Yesha Hall were built, but the decorations inside the house were mostly made of gilded. There is a hot spring behind the house, and Mandala Hua is in it.

Zong Ye walked straight into the bedroom with Bai Luo in his arms, lifted the curtain of the marvel, and placed Bai Luo on the bed.

Zong Ye looked at Bai Luo with heartache and said to Situ Lu: "Go and get a basin of water."

Situ Lu quickly made an arrangement. After a while, two women wearing black skirts embroidered with bird feathers walked in with hot water. One of the maids stepped forward and gently untied Bai Luo's belt.

Zong Ye's face suddenly sank: "What are you doing?"

The maid was so scared that her hands trembled and she immediately knelt on the ground. "Saint Lord, please spare me, I just want to clean the wounds for the girl."

"Go down!"

Two maids rolled out of Yesha Hall.

Zong Ye sat beside Bai Luo's bed and wiped away the blood from Bai Luo's face with a towel dipped in hot water. Bai Luo was injured and must have degenerated into his original form.

Zong Ye frowned and looked out the window. The demon world was full of evil ghosts who could eat people. If Bai Luo transformed into a shape here, he would have to hide Bai Luo.

If someone discovers it, I am afraid that I will be buried here before I find a way to get out of the illusion.

Zong Ye closed the window, gritted his teeth and raised Bai Luo's upper body, trying to carry her to the backyard. He then moved Bai Luo gently and heard Bai Luo let out a muffled groan.

Zong Ye immediately put Bai Luo flattened and did not dare to touch her easily.

The incense candle burns the ashes bit by bit, but the white Luo has no intention of transforming.

Zong Ye felt more and more panic, and he felt that Bai Luo's fingertips were getting colder and colder. Bai Luo lay on the bed and murmured with a very painful expression. Zong Ye gently touched Bai Luo's forehead and was shocked. Bai Luo's forehead was so hot!

Zong Ye was panicked and quickly opened the door and shouted loudly: "Situ Lu! Situ Lu! Go and invite the doctor!"

Before Situ Lu came, Jeongtong dragged a long red skirt and shackles to the front of Yesha Palace: "Saint Lord, why not let Yan Li try it if you know some medical skills?"

Zong Ye looked at Jeong Tong with suspicion: "You?"

Jingtong smiled faintly: "If the Holy Lord is not at ease, Yan Li can watch it from the side when he is healing. The Holy Lord should know that there are many butchers in the Demon Realm, but there are very few doctors."
Chapter completed!