Chapter 432 Chapter 433, Killing the Members of Parliament

"That's true." Dean Xiao nodded and continued in a heavy tone: "Dean Li was originally solely responsible for the recruitment and sending of special students, and he had the absolute right to speak. Even if the deans of several of our departments unanimously vetoed Despite his proposal, he was still able to forge such a document privately, bypassing all procedures."

"In other words, before Ding Yumian turned herself into a deadly weapon, she received a notice of being expelled from Pearl Academy? This is equivalent to driving her to a dead end!" Yuan Fan couldn't believe it, his tone full of anger and shock.

"Exactly." Dean Xiao sighed, his expression becoming more serious, "It is not difficult to speculate that Dean Li first put Ding Yumian in a situation with no way out, and then proposed a plan in the name of the college and the deans of each department. A plan to rescue the crisis. In the name of the overall situation, he forced her to sacrifice herself to pave the way for his plan. "

"This makes sense." Professor Luo, the professor of the undead department, answered with a cold and precise tone: "The first necessary condition for becoming an undead is strong resentment. If Ding Yumian sacrificed willingly, she would not have any resentment at all. . No matter how dense the death aura is, it is impossible for a great undead to be born.”

"Once people have power, they can always do the most evil things. If you still have to wear a coat of human justice, then you can feel at ease even if you destroy the world." Mo Fan said sarcastically, his tone was cold, as if We have long been accustomed to such high-level activities.

"Now is not the time to make sarcastic remarks, Dean Xiao, what should we do next?" Wei Rong looked uncomfortable and his tone was full of anxiety.

"We need to figure out the whole thing. Let's go to the place where Ding Yumian committed suicide." Dean Xiao said.

…

Through space spells, everyone arrived at a strangely calm sea area. The coral reef island in the middle of the sea exuded a colorful luster, but a strong death aura shrouded it.

Professor Luo used his psychic technique, and the blue light dispersed the death energy, and a ghostly shadow gradually appeared. She floated in the air timidly, not daring to approach anyone.

"Her residual spirit body." Professor Luo whispered. Everyone immediately restrained their breath and tried to appear gentle.

Wei Rong stepped forward and tried to comfort her with gentle words, recalling every detail of her time in the school. As he spoke, the rough teacher couldn't help but choked up and stepped aside.

Teacher Baimei took over and asked softly: "Can you tell us what happened?"

"I...forgot..." Ding Yumian's residual spirit said softly.

"Don't let her recall the pain before her death!" Professor Luo warned.

Yuan Fan then stepped forward, and Cannian Spiritual Body smiled when he saw him.

"It's good to have you back," she said softly.

"I made you worry." Yuan Fan said, with a bit of self-blame in his tone.

"I wanted to do something for the academy like you, but I failed. I'm really useless." She whispered.

"It's not your fault. No one should be forced to sacrifice. Only the living can change more." Yuan Fan said calmly.

Her eyes gradually became brighter, as if some kind of knot in her heart had been lifted.

"Yumian, do you know that your soul has turned into an undead?" Dean Xiao asked.

"I know, but I don't want to get along with them." Ding Yumian's residual spirit replied in a low voice.

"Them?" Everyone was confused.

"Her soul is split." Professor Luo explained, "She is a good soul in front of her, while other souls may contain pain and resentment."

"Ding Yumian's mental power is extremely strong, far beyond ordinary people, and it is not surprising that he has multiple souls." Professor Luo added.

"Yumian, are you willing to follow us to the Pearl Tower? Your other souls are invading the city." Dean Xiao asked.

"I can try, but I'm not sure I can convince them. They are very painful and angry." Ding Yumian whispered.

"Just do your best." Dean Xiao nodded.

"Do you want to use this good soul to give the Siren Undead Queen a fatal blow?" Mo Fan quietly sent a message to Dean Xiao and asked.

Dean Xiao nodded with a heavy face, not at all surprised that his plan was revealed.

Dean Xiao responded to Mo Fan in a low voice: "You have also seen that the good soul is the last trace of rationality deep in her heart. We have no choice. If her evil soul completely controls the situation, the entire Demon City, and even the greater range, will fall into irreversible disaster.”

Mo Fan was silent for a moment and said coldly: "But you have to understand that the good soul is only a part of her. Forcibly using her will only make her completely dissipate. By then, not only will your plan fail, but her evil soul will be even more... Crazy. You're risking the city and her soul."

"If there is a better way, of course I am willing to try it. But now, time does not allow us to hesitate." Dean Xiao said firmly, but there was still a bit of struggle in his eyes.

"I will help, but not at the expense of a good soul." Mo Fan's eyes were cold, but his tone was firm, "She has been sacrificed once, and I will not let her suffer a second time."

Dean Xiao was stunned for a moment, then took a deep look at Mo Fan, as if he wanted to see through his intentions.

…

The undead craze is pressing on the situation, and the magic city is surrounded by dangers.

The tall buildings shrouded in the holy light barrier are still crumbling, as if they will collapse at any time. Across the river, the bustling city is in stark contrast to the purgatory-like tide of the undead. Tens of thousands of undersea undead crawled all over the Pearl Tower. They clung tightly, turning the giant tower into a black castle that reached the sky, bringing a suffocating sense of oppression.

Troops and mages set up defenses along the river, trying to prevent the undead from crossing the barrier. But facing the endless warrior-level undead, the soldiers' eyes were full of fear. The words to encourage morale were hollow and powerless. Everyone understood that it was impossible to stop this disaster with the existing power.

The silver light barrier of the sacred flower bed burned 20,000 undead souls, but this number was insignificant in the face of the death tide. In an instant, the Ocean Alliance building collapsed, and more undead emerged from the ruins and spread to other buildings. The strong ones poured out their magic, but it was difficult to destroy these monsters that could reorganize themselves.

"We can't kill them all! We can't kill them all!" The fearful shouts echoed on the battlefield.

The sacred flower bed became an isolated island, and the surrounding barrier gradually collapsed. Undead poured in continuously from the breach in the dam, flooding the entire fortress, and it was only one step away from being completely lost.

…

"Falled so quickly?" Under the gray sky, Dean Xiao, Mo Fan and others came from the sky, overlooking the black and red fortress composed of the undead, and couldn't help but feel nervous.

"Can we find her?"

"No problem." Professor Luo activated his psychic technique and locked onto an aloof and independent scarlet figure among the dense gray-red undead. She stood on the pedestrian bridge, surrounded by a sea of ​​undead. The mountain-like building was also covered with these evil creatures, and the red light filled the air, making people feel heart-stopping.

"She's there, should we go down?" Professor Luo hesitated.

"Go down." Dean Xiao responded decisively.

Mo Fan used stronger shadow magic to cover everyone with a layer of concealment robes, temporarily avoiding the attacks of the undead. They quickly landed on the overpass and faced the undead evil spirit Ding Yumian.

The flowers under the overpass are still blooming in the air of death, as if they exist only for the woman on the overpass. Ding Yumian's pale face had a strange smile, and his eyes were cloudy and evil, as if filled with endless hatred and resentment.

"We have investigated your matter clearly, and Dean Li has paid the price for his despicable behavior..." Dean Xiao said to the Revenge Demon Queen.

"You are here to persuade me?" Ding Yumian smiled slyly, her eyes fell on the good soul, and she said coldly, "You think that finding her will soothe my dead soul? You are naive!"

She pointed at the good soul and said in a cold tone: "People always pretend to be kind when they are alive, but deep down they are full of resentment and jealousy. Is this why she became a ghost and I am the Queen of the Undead?"

Ding Yumian mocked that all this was just the externalization of the dark emotions deep in her heart. Her revenge was not born of death, but had already taken root in her heart.

"You take the lead, you can say whatever you want." Yuan Fan responded lightly, but he didn't agree in his heart.

Those who can suppress resentment while alive are considered kind.

"I like Pearl University, and I also like this city. If all of this can be buried with me, then I can rest in peace." Ding Yumian looked across the river with a cold smile.

"It's unrealistic. The Forbidden Curse Mage across the river will not just sit back and watch all this happen." Yuan Fan interrupted.

"It's better than this." The Demon Queen of Revenge sneered, her eyes falling on the Good Soul Grid and the top of the Pearl Tower, "Let Zhuang Yue kill himself on the top of the tower, and I will leave with the undead."

"What a good idea!" Yuan Fan and Mo Fan nodded without hesitation, "Every wrongdoer has his own debtor."

"That's not feasible, he is a member of Parliament!" Professor Luo objected with a frown.

Please...you...collect 6...books...!

"Use the same reason you persuaded me to persuade him." The Demon Queen of Revenge said scornfully, "When I was just an ordinary student, I could sacrifice myself for this city, but he, a high-ranking council member, is not even willing to give up his own life?"

"I agree." Liang Fan nodded again, followed closely by Wei Rong.

Dean Xiao questioned: "What if he dies and you continue to attack?"

"It's very simple, let her -" the Vengeful Demon Queen pointed at the good soul, "integrate into my body. If you don't believe me, you can always believe in her hypocrisy, right?"

Although Shanhun looked timid, he reluctantly nodded under the gaze of all eyes.

The Demon Queen of Revenge sneered: "Little ghost, you can't survive on your own. If you can be resurrected, why don't you want the person who killed us to pay the price?"

Needless to say, she spread the offer throughout the city through the siren's song of psychic magic.

The news spread, and the whole city instantly boiled. The truth behind Ding Yumian's death was exposed. She had been forced into desperation by Zhuang Yue and Dean Li, and sacrificed her life in exchange for victory. People's sympathy was ignited and their anger turned towards Zhuang Yue.

Soon after, banners reading "Let Zhuang Yue die" were flying on the Bund, and cries of sarcasm and resentment arose one after another.

At the sacred flower bed, Zhuang Yue saw this scene and became furious: "Didn't I sacrifice myself for you?! Now you want to sacrifice me to the dead!"

He roared hysterically: "You filthy things, why do you believe in that evil sea monster! I am your leader. Without me, you would have been the food of the sea monster!"

"It's really interesting that there are so many Zhuang Yues in one city." The Demon Queen of Revenge smiled proudly.

She enjoyed the craze and saw that those who begged Zhuang Yue to sacrifice were as selfish and ugly as Zhuang Yue himself. All this became her greatest pleasure.

"Human nature is what it is." Dean Xiao sighed, with helplessness and sadness in his words.

…

Ding Yumian summoned a few Siren Overlord-level undead to stop everyone, and he slowly floated to the sky above the sacred flower bed. The cracks in the silver barrier waterfall intensified and became precarious. She was not in a hurry to break through, but targeted Zhuang Yue and worked step by step to force him into death and retaliate in kind.

An ice armor mage rushed out to try to stop him, but Ding Yumian dodged like a ghost, and the green poisonous light infected his mind. After a moment, the ice armor mage's body turned black and he lost his life, which terrified many mages.

Ding Yumian took out a red dagger and floated towards Zhuang Yue with the hot blood of his heart: "Use it to end your life, and my undead will retreat."

Zhuang Yue was furious and accused Ding Yumian: "People regard you as the soul of the nation, but you use this method to retaliate against us. Did I slander you after you died? I still promote your spirit to the whole country, and let countless schools worship you as a myth like Nuwa. I didn't say a word about your cowardice and desertion. I created you, and you should thank me instead. Otherwise, everyone will regard you as a demon, and everyone will stay away from you and be afraid of you. Even if you die of old age in this city, no one will remember who you are, Ding Yumian!!"

Councilman Zhuang Yue roared wildly, but the red dagger was close at hand, and the people around him even retreated silently, pushing him into a desperate situation.

"No need to say more, the time is up." Ding Yumian said coldly, pointing to the other side of the river.

The undead frenzy immediately tore the barrier and filled the river. The fire mage tried his best to ignite the flaming canyon, but the undead were endless. Even if they were burned to ashes, they continued to attack the city's defenses.

"There are endless dead souls at the bottom of the sea, and the deep sea nourishes their corpses. My undead will never end!" Ding Yumian's laughter echoed in the air, bringing endless despair.

At this moment, a thunderous roar resounded through the world.

"Enough!" Mo Fan's voice was like a rolling thunder, majestic and irresistible. The mighty wave of undead was actually repelled a little, and the manic undead breath seemed to stagnate.

In a flash, Mo Fan's figure suddenly flashed. He didn't know when he had floated beside Ding Yumian, and the whole person was like a god descending. He raised his hand, his eyes stabbed in the direction of the Oriental Pearl like a knife, and a terrifying dimensional force suddenly erupted.

Along with the faintly twisted low hum in the air, Zhuang Yue's figure was instantly grabbed by the invisible force, and the whole person was sucked in through the air like a cannonball.

"Bang!" Zhuang Yue's body hit the void hard, but there was no room for struggle. Mo Fan's palm had already locked his neck firmly, the veins between his fingers were exposed, and the killing intent was like frost penetrating his bones.

"Will you retreat the army of undead as long as this bastard dies?" Mo Fan said coldly, his tone was like ice, and his powerful aura made the surrounding undead retreat subconsciously.

Ding Yumian's eyes condensed slightly, and a complex emotion flashed across her eyes, and was eventually replaced by indifference. Her voice was as piercing as ice: "As long as he dies, the good soul will return to me, and I will never break my promise. But don't forget, this city still owes me."

Mo Fan's eyes were as cold as a knife, he tilted his head slightly, his tone was flat, but it revealed an unquestionable pressure: "There are too many people who owe you, but today, he owes you, it's over."

As soon as he finished speaking, the palm that pinched Zhuang Yue did not relax at all. Zhuang Yue struggled hard, his face was pale, and his heart had already set off a huge wave. He was a powerful man, but he was restrained by the opponent's hand, and he couldn't even resist a star track!

"I... am a councillor! You can't kill me!" Zhuang Yue squeezed out this sentence from his throat with all his strength, and his tone was trembling. He still tried to use his identity to arouse the opponent's fear and use the protection of order to delay his end.

But Mo Fan's eyes were calm and terrifying. He slowly loosened his palm, as if letting it go, but in fact it was more like a prelude to a death trial.

Zhuang Yue did not feel fortunate for this, but he felt like he was falling into an icy abyss. The murderous intent that surged from Mo Fan's palm completely submerged him. This murderous intent was like a bottomless black hole, tearing his last glimmer of hope.

"That's it." Mo Fan's voice was like the whisper of the god of death.

The next moment, Zhuang Yue's body did not fall because of the loss of restraints, but was suspended in the air by an invisible force. His body seemed to be squeezed by an invisible force, and his skin began to crack. His blood turned into mist and dispersed in the air. His flesh and blood evaporated, revealing his white bones. His bones shattered with a crackling sound, gradually turning into ashes. Even the scattered powder was swallowed up silently, and finally no trace of the material remained.

Zhuang Yue's soul struggled helplessly in the air, as if entangled by cold chains. His desperate wails pierced the silence, but could not be transmitted to anyone. That soul was like a fragile wick, crushed bit by bit by Mo Fan's cold power until it was completely annihilated.

The whole process was as silent as a tomb, and even the air seemed to be frozen.