Fellow Daoist! That scoundrel has written a new book again.

Chapter 224 South and North of the City

"Do you know what this means?"

Upon hearing Ye Xiaozhou's question, Zhu Wuyao fell into thought—

This means that only Ye Xiaozhou and she are real people in Biyi City, and the rest are NPCs evolved from the consciousness of the demons.

Or perhaps only the two of them awakened their self-awareness, while everyone else remained in chaos and were assimilated by the masses?

Or perhaps there are other demons that maintain their independent consciousness, but are at a higher level, so they are not visible?

Before she could figure it out, she heard Ye Xiaozhou excitedly say:

"This proves that the two of us are invincible!"

Zhu Wuyao: ...

Ye Xiaozhou downed the rest of the wine in his glass in one gulp, his eyes shining as he asked:

"what's your plan?"

"Should I publish a book first, earn some money to spend...?"

"Vulgar!"

Ye Xiaozhou slammed her hand on the table, looking exasperated at her son's lack of ambition, and said:

“Back then, Azi told me that after a certain point, all living beings would start a new cycle of reincarnation. Even if all the people here... no, the demons, were slaughtered, everything would return to its original state when the cycle started again!”

"Knowing all this, you still only want to write a book to make some money?"

"Why don't we start tonight? You can start killing from the south of the city, and I'll start killing from the north."

"If we encounter an unkillable demon, wouldn't that be the key to the problem? Then we can find the right remedy when the next cycle of reincarnation begins!"

In a few words, Ye Xiaozhou finalized the plan.

It must be said that this plan has a certain degree of feasibility—whoever cannot be killed is the problem.

Simple, direct, and efficient.

Most importantly, this is a demon realm, so even if they cause a huge disturbance, they won't be able to harm the human race. Furthermore, Zi Long is truly hateful, and even Zhu Wuyao is extremely annoyed by him.

She ran her fingers around the rim of the wine glass, beginning to consider the feasibility of her plan.

It must be admitted that if one wants to kill, starting the killing during the first cycle is the most cost-effective, but also the riskiest, option.

Before assimilation is too deep, we will investigate the foundation of Biyi City to see who the hidden masters are and who is the cause of the endless cycle of life and death.

Things will change over time.

However, the long-term consequences are equally obvious.

If anyone else has left their memories, once the killing begins, it's as if the enemy is in the dark while we are in the light.

"If a reclusive master were to disguise himself as an ordinary person, waiting to be killed and begin a second cycle of reincarnation, wouldn't that be a waste of effort? He would only expose his true abilities for no reason."

"Then kill them a few more times! As long as we act quickly, even after ten cycles, it will only take a month in the outside world. Even if we can't force them out, it won't take too long."

Zhu Wuyao sighed. Ye Xiaozhou's methods were truly unconventional.

She originally wanted to live her life as usual, to go through the entire story during her first reincarnation, and to see how things should have originally unfolded.

Without a draft in hand, I feel uneasy.

"What is your current level of cultivation?"

Speaking of this, Ye Xiaozhou became slightly dejected. She leaned on the table and said:

"I'm only at the late stage of Foundation Establishment. Fortunately, Feidu Lake is indeed a holy place for healing. I thought I would have to start cultivating all over again, but at least it left me with some cultivation."

...What do you mean by "at least retaining some cultivation"? What do you mean by "only at the late Foundation Establishment stage"?

"Did Miss Azi tell you how often Feidu Lake cycles through cycles?"

If it's ten days or half a month, going through the original story once first won't take too long.

"I think it's been three to five years?"

Three to five years?!

Zhu Wuyao slammed his hand on the table and said:

"Kill them tonight!"

By the time three to five years have passed, the daylilies outside will have grown too cold.

If the problem proves difficult to resolve, and one wastes decades amidst the myriad aspects of life, the degree of assimilation will only deepen.

Moreover, can the moral burden of killing a complete stranger be the same as that of killing a neighbor you've known for three to five years?

Whether to kill swiftly and decisively or with a touch of melancholy, Zhu Wuyao should be able to make a clear choice.

If you're going to kill, you have to kill tonight!

Zhu Wuyao's slamming of the table almost startled Ye Xiaozhou.

The distillery owner looked over here, his gaze seemingly wary.

The next instant, a flash of light appeared.

The distillery owner died.

Ye Xiaozhou stretched, then pulled out two kitchen knives, placed them in front of Zhu Wuyao, and said:

"You go to the south of the city, and I'll go to the north?"

Reaching for the two kitchen knives on the table, Zhu Wuyao shook his head and said:

"You are in the south of the city, I am in the north of the city."

"Oh? You've only spent an afternoon together, and you've already developed feelings for each other and can't bring yourself to do it?"

Zhu Wuyao weighed the two kitchen knives in her hand, but they were ultimately not as handy as her bladeless sword.

She had to get out of there quickly. If Ji Yuezhang was trapped in a difficult situation, and she was delayed in leaving for a year, Ji Yuezhang would have to wait an extra year.

Of all the demons in the entire world, none can compare to the one she cares about.

Hearing Ye Xiaozhou's teasing, she took out some money for drinks from her purse, placed it on the table in the wine shop, and went out to the north, saying:

"I am an honest and kind person."

Ye Xiaozhou saw the bloodstains outside the door and heard Zhu Wuyao's words. He raised an eyebrow noncommittally and then took the unopened jar of wine.

Before long, the southern part of Biyi City also became a hell.

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Zhu Wuyao returned to Biyi City.

Having been away from home for so long, she longed to return. Perhaps it was because Biyi City had changed so much that she felt a tightness in her chest.

When Grandma Sun, who was buying tofu, saw her, she wasn't very enthusiastic, but she still greeted her with a smile.

This is normal, after all, Aunt Sun's family lives in the north of the city, while her family lives in the south.

Zhu Wuyao's hometown has changed a lot, but it still feels somewhat familiar. This faint sense of familiarity gives her a real feeling of returning home.

Walk through the bustling streets.

Zhu Wuyao stood at his doorstep, feeling a mix of trepidation and a sense of returning home.

She touched her bag, which contained little trinkets she had brought back for her younger sister, who would surely adore them.

Before Zhu Wuyao could even push the door open, she heard voices inside, suggesting the presence of outsiders, though the voices sounded familiar.

"Look at this kitchen knife of mine, what do you think? Your two daughters will definitely love it, they'll look incredibly impressive wielding it!"

Then came two "swish" sounds.

It seems to be a demonstration for Zhu Wuyao's parents.

"This...this knife looks a bit creepy, what do you think, Liang?"

Zhu Wuyao's father nodded and said:

"Our child is indeed at the age where he should be strengthening his body, but let's forget about the kitchen knife... Miss Ye, why don't you go and take a look at someone else's house?"

"Yes, Miss Ye, we need to go to the school to pick up Xiaomeng after school."

Miss Ye...

Something seemed to be about to emerge in Zhu Wuyao's mind.

wrong……

The person in the courtyard shouldn't be selling knives here; she should be wielding the knife herself.

With a creak, the door was pushed open.

Upon seeing the knife seller emerge from the courtyard, Zhu Wuyao's mind went blank—

"Ye Xiaozhou?!"

As the name was uttered, the lost memories instantly became clear.

Zhu Wuyao remembered everything.

Ye Xiaozhou looked at her with considerable surprise and asked:

"you know me?"