The protagonist committed numerous evil deeds.

Chapter 222 Take some time off

Nightmare angrily cursed, "You damned ginseng, what business is it of yours to meddle in other people's affairs?"

"I just can't stand you bullying honest people."

Anle kindly advised, "You'd better go and investigate yourself. If the Demon Lord asks about it next time, you'll be in for a world of hurt."

Nightmare was furious to see Anle gloating, but then he thought of something and said, "Anle, you are the most skilled physician in our demon and monster races. Why don't you go and cure this rabbit disease? That way I won't have to investigate who is spreading rumors."

Anle: "It's all just wishful thinking. Even if the Venerable One himself came, it wouldn't make a difference."

Nightmare was deflated; he knew this rabbit disease was difficult to resolve.

This rabbit disease is a catastrophe for the human race, but what does it have to do with the demons?

Wouldn't it be better if everyone died? Why bother looking for rumor-mongers? His Majesty could just kill them all!

"What's the point of these people living for only a few decades? They live such short lives and suffer so much. Don't you think so? Peace and happiness are only for a few decades. They're always talking about dying. It's better to die sooner rather than later. Then this world will all belong to us."

Anle's thoughts differed from Nightmare's. She had disguised herself as a human and lived among humans for hundreds of years. She felt it was better to be human, enjoying drinks and conversation with family and friends, and life would pass by quickly.

Being a demon, hiding here and there, all alone, with endless cultivation time stretching out before you know it, is quite boring.

Anle ignored him, left after saying a few words.

"You still have time to waste here? Why don't you hurry up and check it out, or you'll drag me down with you."

As she left, Nightmare spouted nonsense behind her, "Hey! You're really not going to help me! If you don't help me, I won't get involved in this matter. I'll just have the Venerable One kill me!"

……

In a rabbit scourge concentration camp in a city somewhere in the clouds, Nightmare infiltrated without a second thought. Nightmare suspected that the person who spread the rabbit scourge might be the same one who fabricated the rumors about their Demon Lord.

Once we find out who caused this illness, we'll know who's trying to frame their Demon Lord.

Thinking about it this way, his nightmare is incredibly clever!

But he soon came to terms with reality.

"Is Your Majesty perhaps looking for an excuse to kill me?"

Nightmare now deeply suspects that the Demon Lord is just looking for an excuse to kill him.

He was dressed in black and squatted in front of a group of idiots, who just stood around him and laughed foolishly.

The guards outside the courtyard wall collapsed to the ground. Nightmare grabbed several people suffering from rabbit disease and demanded angrily, "Hey! I'm asking you who gave you this disease!"

"Hey hey hey..."

With their ferocious appearance, silly expressions, and chuckling laughs, they clearly didn't understand what the Nightmare was saying.

Nightmare thought for a moment and then asked, "Do you know who was the first person to get this disease?"

"Hey Hey……"

"If you don't tell the truth, I'll kill you!"

Danger is useless; all you get in return is "hehehehe..."

Never mind, let's try dreaming about it.

The nightmare vanished among the group of inhuman, demonic patients. The laughter ceased, and the group afflicted with rabbit disease all fell into a deep sleep.

The nightmare entered his dream, and he only reappeared suddenly after a long time. The group of patients in front of him were still fast asleep.

"Hey hey hey..."

A strange, silly laugh rang out.

"hey-hey……"

"What are you doing, following along?" a female voice suddenly appeared.

A touch on his shoulder jolted him awake from the nightmare, and he screamed in fright, "Ah!"

No sooner had the nightmare uttered than it was slapped hard on the head.

"What are you yelling for! I'm asking you why you're making that same face as these idiots, and even chuckling!"

Nightmare stared at the girl who appeared before him, feeling as if he were hallucinating, but he still subconsciously knelt down to admit his mistake.

"Your subordinate deserves to die, your subordinate deserves to die, please spare my life, Your Majesty!"

Before Wen Li could speak, Jiu Ying, who was perched on her shoulder, hurriedly scolded, "Are you blind?! Our Venerable One has such an extraordinary aura, you haven't seen him standing here for so long!"

Wen Li tilted her head, and Jiu Ying continued, "Also, His Majesty just asked you what you were laughing at, so hurry up and answer."

Nightmare looked puzzled. "You laughed? I... I didn't laugh..."

Wen Li snorted coldly, "Are you questioning me?"

"He laughed! He laughed! Your subordinate did laugh, hehe."

Nightmare chuckled as he spoke, now genuinely believing that the Venerable One was making things difficult for him. Could she really be looking for an excuse to kill him?

Looking at Nightmare's silly expression, Wen Li knew that he hadn't realized that the moment he came out of the dream, his expression and movements were exactly the same as those of the group of people suffering from rabbit disease.

"Your Excellency, what brings you here?" Nightmare asked cautiously.

Nine-Headed Serpent snarled fiercely from its shoulder, “What we Demon Lord do is none of your business! Shut your stinking mouth and don’t ask questions you shouldn’t ask.”

Seeing that Jiu Ying was so perceptive, Wen Li couldn't help but smile.

Ten thousand years ago, Jiuying was merely a plaything offered to her by a powerful demon. Her only impression of her was that of a little snake demon who dreamed of becoming an ancient ferocious beast.

Unexpectedly, after so many years, the person who used to be too shy to speak now speaks so fluently and eloquently.

Wen Li smiled, appearing good-natured. "I just came down to relax, so you don't need to be nervous. Do your job well, and I'll consider letting you ascend to heaven sooner. Get up."

"Thank you, Your Excellency! Thank you, Your Excellency!"

Nightmare stood up, her head slightly lowered, not daring to look at her.

"By the way, did you find anything out just now?" Wen Li asked casually.

"Your Majesty, I have discovered that their dreams are..."

The door was blown open, and the nightmare was dazed by the wind. "The same? Are they the same? Hmm... what were their dreams like again..."

Nightmare suddenly couldn't remember the scene he saw in the dream, and even began to doubt whether he had just entered a dream.

"Your Majesty, please forgive me. I seem to have forgotten the scene of the dream I just entered. I will enter the dream again immediately to check."

Without waiting for Wen Li's reply, he disappeared back into the room.

Wen Li looked at the group of "demons," raised an eyebrow, and turned to leave before the nightmare could emerge.

"Your Excellency, you're just leaving like this? You're not going to care about this rabbit disease anymore? You're just leaving?"

In the dead of night, Wen Li strolled leisurely down the road and retorted, "When did I say I was going to get involved in this? We're the bad guys. The more people infected with this rabbit disease, the happier we demons will be."

"Then why did you let the nightmare..."

"I asked Nightmare to find the person spreading the rumors behind it. If no one was guiding me, how could this rabbit disease be linked to me? I don't believe it."

"Then where are we going now?"

"Just taking a walk to clear my head."

Wen Li chatted with Jiu Ying as they walked, but by the time the nightmare reappeared, the two had already vanished.

"Strange, why can't I see what their dreams are?"

Nightmare shook his head and walked out, unconsciously laughing twice.

"hey-hey……"

Over the next few days, Wen Li took Jiu Ying sightseeing, eating wherever they went. Even though more and more people were getting infected with the rabbit disease, it didn't affect their fun.