After Zhao Wujiang seized the body of the dying Wujiang, he did not gain any memories of the past.

Taking possession of a body means that the soul occupies the body of another living being.

The original soul has been suppressed or destroyed, and the memory will naturally be unable to exist.

He was brought all the way back to the Divine Demon Sect by the strong man who called himself Nine Scales. At the same time, he continued to swallow the power of the divine soul and his cultivation level continued to grow.

When he was pushed from Jiulin's hands to the strong man named Wu, he immediately felt a hidden pressure, which was not revealed at all, but was extremely tyrannical.

He was certain that as long as the strong man named Wu made a move against him, he would not be able to resist even half a move and would be killed on the spot.

He was now lying on the futon, and when he heard these words from the strong man named Wu, his mind became tense for a moment.

Could it be that he was discovered?

"Are you still pretending to be asleep?" Wu Dahai held three sticks of light blue incense in his hand. The incense had already lit up when he opened his mouth, and a small wisp of green smoke floated. He said angrily:

"Open your eyes and see where this is?"

Zhao Wujiang opened his eyes slightly, revealing a dim candlelight.

Wu Dahai crossed the futon and placed the incense in the incense burner on a square table within three feet. He did not look back to see his son's deception.

He just stared at the spiritual tablet in the middle of the rows of spiritual tablets behind the incense burner on the square table with soft eyes:

"In the past, when you made a mistake, you would always kneel down on the futon in front of your mother's shrine. You were sure that your father would not beat you in front of your mother, and you also argued for yourself.

I made a mistake this time, why don't you defend yourself in front of your mother's spiritual throne?"

Zhao Wujiang narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling no murderous intent or pressure. He sat up and looked at the inner hall, then turned back and looked at the man in plain white robes in front of him.

He didn't speak, silence was his best cover now.

His mind changed and he opened his mouth, as if he had something to say, but seemed to have nothing to say. He sighed slightly, lowered his eyebrows and nodded, and knelt on the futon.

The look on Aizi's face was clearly seen by Wu Dahai.

Although he didn't look back, he could see everything around him.

Aiko hesitated to speak, with a slight expression of dissatisfaction and resignation, which made him shake his head and smile, with sighs and affection in his eyes:

"Do you know what went wrong this time?"

"Yin..." Zhao Wujiang pursed his lips tightly and hesitated for a long time. He held back a word and then said no more.

"Before doing things in the future, use your brain more." Wu Dahai said angrily, turned around and was about to give his son a few words, when his eyes suddenly froze.

He saw that Aiko was no longer kneeling on the futon, lazily, with his buttocks sitting on his calves, as before. Instead, his figure was straight and upright, looking as if he had been beaten and stood at attention but with a stubborn look.

His eyes softened a little for a moment, and Aiko seemed to have grown more sensible after experiencing this incident.

This loss is not in vain.

"Jiang'er, from now on, you have to think more and don't act so impulsively."

Wu Dahai spoke sincerely, with a soft tone and unconcealable worry:

"The water behind this matter is very deep, and you cannot control it, nor can you participate in it.

If your Uncle Jiulin hadn't arrived this time, you would have died on the spot, and Yin Tao'er wouldn't have been able to argue. Do you know the consequences?"

Zhao Wujiang buried his head.

"During these days, you are not allowed to leave the sect and practice hard." Wu Dahai said with a straight face when he saw his beloved son burying his head in admitting his mistakes and not making excuses.

"Three days later, the Demon Locking Tower will be opened.

Do you still remember what dad said to you before?"

Zhao Wujiang shook his head seriously. He was not Wu Jiang, how could he remember it?

He wasn't worried that shaking his head would expose him, because shaking his head at this moment was just a sign of a playboy's slight dissatisfaction and stubbornness in the face of his parents' nagging.

"Don't spend your mind on those little friends and women every day, and pay more attention to business." Wu Dahai sighed and didn't nag any more, fearing that his beloved son would be annoyed.

He finally gave serious instructions:

"The Demon Locking Tower is open, just rush!

At all costs, rush to the seventh floor and dad will help you.
Chapter completed!