Chapter 4247: The real devil priest Zhong Li (1)

Mu Yan asked: "Get up, sit down and talk slowly. What happened in the end, you are a devil priest, why did it become like this today? What is the relationship between the Zhongli in the priest palace and you?"
The old man closed his eyes, his undulating chest slowly calmed down.
He stood up according to words, randomly found a place to sit down.
Mu Yan carefully observed at this time, only to find that the old man's manner is indeed very different from ordinary beggars.
It was only in Dark Cloud City that he deliberately hid these.
The mouth is particularly poisonous, so people ignore these qualities.
"The one in the priest's temple, he was not originally called Zhong Li. His name was [Wen Zhe]. He used to be my only proselytized disciple, the son of the priest's temple, and the next candidate of the devil priest."
"I devoted my whole life to the Devil God, because I foreseen the destiny, I am destined to have no wife and no children, and no blood relatives. So I treat Wen Zhe as my biological son."
"However, Wen Zhe and I were seriously injured in a war thousands of years ago. Wen Zhe was ordered to die. I ignored my injury and may have deteriorated. I passed a part of the demon soul to him and passed out."
When it comes to this, the old man's hands are clenched tightly, and there is a bit of hatred in his voice: "I finally saved his life, but when I woke up, I found that my appearance changed. After that, the damage to the magic core cannot be recovered, and the cultivation of the whole body is completely gone."
"And standing in front of me is [Jianli] who looks exactly like me."
"Although his voice changed, but as soon as he opened his mouth, I knew that it was Wen Zhe, and I was treated as a pro-son, even for the sake of his loss of life."
"He faced me the same way, pointing at my opponent and saying, I am a thief who wants to mix into the priest's palace to steal things and let them throw me to the one-star main city."
"I really wanted to jump up and question him, why should I do this to me? But I knew I couldn't! Wen Zhe didn't know that I woke up, otherwise, he would have come up with other ways even if he didn't kill me right away. Shackles torture me."
"Then I was thrown into the one-star main city [Dragon Bone City], at that time I had not completely given up hope, I thought, as long as I can find a way to return to the Devil Emperor City, see my friend Min Wei, always Can pierce Wen Zhe's true face."
"But I soon discovered that in [Dragon Bone City] someone has been monitoring and controlling around me. On several occasions, I accidentally encountered a powerful magician master for help, but in a blink of an eye the magician master would be People are killed, and I will be beaten badly. I won’t even be able to climb for ten days and a half."
The old man's face showed a look of pain and despair, his rickety body almost wanted to curl up, his hands buckled violently on the edge of the chair, and the knuckles appeared a burst of blue and white.
In those days, darkness, despair, pain, and torture will never end.
Every time when he thought there was still a ray of hope, Wen Zhe shattered this ray of hope, and stepped him into the abyss of mud.
This person didn't even stand in front of him to humiliate him, but he made his life sink into hell, and it was no longer possible.
Mu Yan suddenly took out Tianmoqin and gently moved the strings with her fingers.
The melodious sound of the piano seemed to flow through the old man's heart with a gurgling stream, slowly smoothing down the hatred and madness that filled his heart.