Chapter 479 Chapter 479 Omen Five
Suddenly, Zhang Rongfang remembered the secret that Ran Xinyue had mentioned to him before.
Soon he squatted down again, glanced around, then held up the head of the corpse, and weighed it lightly.
"Something is wrong with the weight!"
He widened his dark-light vision and scanned the woman's head carefully.
Can't see anything, the dark light vision can only see through the surface, so it looks like everything is normal.
but.
Poof.
Zhang Rongfang precisely pierced the woman's eyebrow with one finger.
Then pull out.
"Empty!?" His eyes were cold, and he finally understood what was wrong.
When he pierced the head of the corpse with his fingers, after breaking through the first layer of skull and brain, there were actually large and small cavities further inside! ?
Standing up, Zhang Rongfang became more and more aware that it was most likely a man-made disaster.
He glanced around, followed the route that this group of people had come from, stepped a little, and quickly chased after them.
Following the trail all the way, soon, over the mountains, hills, came to a quiet small town.
There is a stone tablet outside the town: Nanxing Town.
Standing on the outskirts, he looked in. The houses in the town were scattered and peaceful.
But there is no one in sight.
Zhang Rongfang already had an ominous premonition in his heart, stepped on his feet, and hurried into the town.
In the town, the doors of every household are wide open, and there are traces of human activities everywhere.
But there is no one.
Not a single person.
Entering a house, he also saw empty bowls and chopsticks after eating on the table, clothes and sundries scattered on the ground, and no one cleaned them up.
‘These people are walking in a hurry.’
After inspecting the house for a while, Zhang Rongfang left the hut and headed straight for the most luxurious small building in the town.
In the small building, there was a dead body. It looked like a military officer, bleeding from all seven orifices, lying by the gate.
The corpse was surrounded by flies and small flying insects, and the stench was unpleasant. It was obvious that he had been dead for a long time. The skin is also a little blue, and the body is slightly swollen and enlarged.
Zhang Rongfang entered the building, his pupils shrank slightly.
On the ground of the first floor, a huge weird pattern is being drawn with blood.
The pattern seems to be a three-headed monster holding a vase, but because of poor drawing skills, I can only roughly recognize what it is.
Beside the pattern, an old man with white hair and a stooped figure was squatting on the ground, muttering something unknown.
"Old man, what is the situation here?" Zhang Rongfang asked with a frown.
Boom!
In an instant, the old man's whole body exploded, turning into countless spiritual threads and sweeping towards him.
All the spiritual lines are extended to the extreme, and they can only reach the empty space in front of Zhang Rongfang, and they almost touch people.
Soon, the spirit thread shrank and recovered the old man's body, but before he could make a move, the old man turned black all over, and fell to the ground naturally, turning into black ashes and dissipating.
‘Leave no clues at all? ’ Zhang Rongfang’s heart sank.
Lingjun Xuehong Pavilion is such a big force, there is no movement, and many sects are silent.
Only these thugs loot everything without restraint.
With a thought in his heart, he stepped forward to check the pattern on the ground, and carefully memorized it in his heart.
After confirming that there were no other clues, he quickly dodged, left the town, and rushed towards one of the cities occupied by the Yimeng rebel army.
The nearest rebel city is Lingshe City.
After more than ten minutes, he arrived at a small hill outside Lingshe City.
Standing on the hillside, Zhang Rongfang looked at the past from a distance, and could only see the troops in the city patrolling back and forth, heavily guarded.
Outside, the entrance and exit were blocked by the newly built heavy city gate. Reuse the city walls that were destroyed by the Great Spirit.
The army of the Yimeng also held back, apparently knowing something.
Immediately, he stepped down and jumped towards the city.
If the woman and the others have disappeared long ago, no one from the Anti-Time Society can be contacted.
Master Yue was also strangely silent.
This turmoil gives people the feeling that all parties are entangled with each other, waiting for something tacitly.
"Who!?" Suddenly on the city wall, a person shouted from afar.
All the woods that obscured the view around the city wall were cut down, and it was completely wide.
Within a range of hundreds of meters, any figure can be seen clearly when approaching.
Even if it is night now, there are high-level experts in charge of night security.
Zhang Rong was spotted as soon as he approached.
He is not surprised, unless he can cross hundreds of meters in an instant and climb onto the city wall. Otherwise, according to the other party's level of alertness, it is impossible not to be discovered.
"I am the master of Renxian Temple who just moved here. Due to the recent turmoil caused by mobs, I am here to ask the master of the Doctrine League." He approached and announced his name at this time.
Heard the words.
A person on the city wall glanced at him from a distance, and quickly said a few words to the people around him.
Soon, the soldiers went down to report the news, and did not wait long.
A white-clothed figure suddenly jumped out from the city wall, with a simple wingsuit gliding out of the back, and after a while, it landed lightly ten meters in front of Zhang Rongfang.
"It turned out that Mr. Zhang came in person! I was far away to welcome you! I'm sorry!" The man in white has a simple and honest face, a Chinese character face, and sincere eyes.
"Under Lin Zhao, I am the City Lord of the Yimeng who is in charge of guarding here temporarily. I don't know what your order is when you come here? Why don't you go in and discuss it in detail? It has been explained above. As long as it is your request, I will do my best to help. "
"No, I'll just ask, what's going on with this riot!?" Zhang Rongfang said in a deep voice.
He is not that kind, and he doesn't care about the life and death of other people, but without food and drink, he and the people around him have to drink the northwest wind, which will inevitably greatly affect the accumulation speed of attribute points.
"Master, don't you know?" Lin Zhao was slightly surprised.
"Should I know?" Zhang Rongfang frowned.
"This..." Lin Zhao smiled wryly, "The red scarf riot was initially led by the Qianjiao League, but the Qianjiao League alone could not develop such a big scene. Didn't you realize that all the major religions put their best The congregation of the congregation gathered in advance, did they transfer away?"
"You mean?" Zhang Rongfang's heart sank. "They already knew that this would happen?"
"Although the red scarf thugs are strong, the religions are not vegetarians. The chiefs of the provinces are the apex of the super class, master-level big shots.
But now, where do you see them? Lin Zhao smiled wryly. "Even if it is us, we can barely protect ourselves." "
"Default?" Zhang Rongfang suddenly understood.
This turmoil may be a catastrophe that all parties have agreed to.
All the top are watching, only the bottom are suffering, and the people are being harvested.
"Don't worry, son. If there is someone who needs protection, you can send it to us." Lin Zhao continued.
"Why?" Zhang Rongfang asked in a deep voice. "Kill so many people, for what? What's the benefit?"
"Sorry, I don't know." Lin Zhao sighed.
After hesitating for a while, he looked at Zhang Rongfang.
"However, I got a piece of news before I was dismissed. I don't know if it is true or not."
"Say it!" Zhang Rongfang shook his head slightly and looked at the other party.
"It is said that in the Taoist Taoist Palace in this province, there were righteous people who were going to send experts to cooperate with the spirit army to suppress the thugs, but they were suppressed by the Tiancheng Palace halfway, and the operation stopped. As for the reason, no one knows." Lin Zhao lowered his voice. said the voice.
"The news is true!?" Zhang Rongfang's voice turned cold.
"Many people know about this matter. You can find out if you go to Fushan City, where the leader of the Daoist sect in Shan Province is located. Of course, as for whether it is true or not, the lower officials will not be able to tell." Lin Zhao replied.
"Thank you!" Zhang Rongfang was silent for a while, clasped his fists and said.
"Young master, are you going to Fushan City?" Lin Zhao continued.
"Exactly. Any advice?"
"The lower officials have received news that there may be thugs trying to storm the city of Wushan recently. If your son is fine, it is best to take people away from Wushan first and settle down with relatives and friends." Lin Zhao kindly persuaded. "If you are worried about trouble on the road, you can come to my city to stay temporarily."
"Thank you Master Lin for your kindness." Zhang Rongfang understood that this was a kind reminder from the other party.
But he has more confidence in Wish Girl Canyon. In the state of wishing the girl to be quiet, the security of the canyon is stronger than that of Wushan Mansion.
It’s just the sister and brother-in-law’s side. At critical moments, they may have to find ways to pick people up.
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Snow powder flew by, and the wind howled.
In the depths of Daxue Mountain, in the majestic Xuehong Pavilion.
A tall man dressed in gray and white stone armor is slowly walking into the main hall with an open door—Wanjun Hall.
Wanjun Hall is 22 meters high and 45 meters wide. The whole is in the shape of a cuboid, the corners are rounded and blunted, and the walls on all sides are gray and black. Like a huge steeple church.
In the lobby, there are stone statues of black men in heavy armor, holding long bows and bending over to shoot, lined up on both sides of the entrance passage.
Each portrait is at least six meters high.
On the zenith, there are huge candle lamps hanging in trays.
They are like bright golden flowers, composed of ninety-nine candlesticks arranged in floral patterns, providing light for the entire Wanjun Hall.
The man in the stone armor walked slowly into the main hall step by step, his boots stepped on the ground, making a dull impact sound, with constant echoes.
Walking to the middle, he stopped suddenly and looked up.
At the end of the deepest part of Wanjun Hall, beside a huge stone seat, stood an old face that was very familiar to him.
"Old Yue. Long time no see. What are you doing here?" The man recognized the other party.
That person is the contemporary head teacher of Daoism, known as the number one master in the world, and Yue Dewen, who is suspected to be the contemporary Moon King.
"I'm free, come and have a look." Yue Dewen replied with a smile. He still covered his whole body with the gray cloak he wore when he met Zhang Rongfang.
There is still the smile that has always been on his face, but this smile, here in Wanjuntang, has a hint of danger.
"You came to see Laodou?" the man asked.
"Yeah, I haven't contacted you for a while, and I miss you anyway." Yue Dewen laughed. "So, what about others?"
"Among the twelve pavilion masters, he ranks first. As the grand pavilion master and my deputy, his strength is not much inferior to yours and mine. Could it be that you are still worried about his accident?" the man said calmly.
"Isn't the Chief Pavilion knowingly asking this question? Something is wrong with the recent situation. Before, you Xuehong Pavilion actually sent people to investigate my precious apprentice behind my back. This matter is a bit unreasonable." Yue Dewen replied.
Xuehong Pavilion sent a grand master to investigate people, but the one he investigated was actually the one he recognized. And as the deputy cabinet master, Lao Dou, who was ranked number one, didn't even give any notice.
This is not right.
So here he is, to find out what the **** is going on here.
(end of this chapter)
