The Sleeping God

Chapter 55 The Sleeping God

Gojo Satoru and Zhao Manyan were having a great time praising and criticizing each other in the audience.

"Ready for the match..."

The competition begins, but Mo Fan's condition seems off; he actually loses focus during the battle.

Meanwhile, Dongfang Lie on the opposite side completely disregarded the rule of stopping short of a point after the match began, unleashing his fourth-level Fierce Fist with murderous intent.

Nine pillars transformed into dragons, soaring over the long competition stage.

"Mo Fan!"

"Mo Fan!"

"Get out of the way!"

Ai Tutu, Mu Nujiao, and Zhao Manyan, who were sitting in the audience, suddenly stood up and shouted at Mo Fan, who was standing there in a daze.

Gojo Satoru stared intently at the arena, his fingers slowly rising as his aura suddenly condensed. If Mo Fan didn't come to his senses in time, he would strike instantly.

Mo Fan remained motionless, as if he had been subjected to some enormous shock and did not want to face reality.

"Singing~~~~~"

Little Flame Princess cried out anxiously, swaying back and forth on Mo Fan's shoulder.

Suddenly, Mo Fan, who had been lost in thought, roared with bulging veins, and at the same time, Xiao Yan Ji disappeared.

"Fierce Fist!"

The same tricks seemed even more simple and unadorned to all the trainees.

The fire dragon rushed into Mo Fan's body first, but the blazing fist shadow swept away the fire dragon with absolute crushing power!

"BOOM!!"

The meteor fist struck Dongfang Lie's armor and shield magic tools, turning the two expensive defensive items into scrap metal under the terrifying power.

The next second, he was blasted backward by the recoil, as if he had been hit in the abdomen by a cannonball, and blood gushed out in mid-air.

A streak of crimson streaked across the arc of Dongfang Lie's backward flight, silencing the entire audience.

Amidst the shock, Mo Fan had already stepped off the competition stage.

Gojo Satoru instantly appeared beside Mo Fan and asked, "What happened?"

"Xiao Hou... Xiao Hou is dead..." Mo Fan's voice became hoarse, and it seemed that it took a lot of effort just to speak.

"Zhang Xiaohou? Wait for me."

Upon hearing this, Gojo Satoru was initially surprised, then closed his eyes and began to sense the mark he had left behind.

"Calm down. The mark on Zhang Xiaohou hasn't disappeared; he's probably just missing," Gojo Satoru said to Mo Fan as he opened his eyes.

"I'm going to the ancient capital." Mo Fan calmed himself down and said seriously to Zhao Manyan and the others.

Although he knew Zhang Xiaohou was not dead, the military's death notice clearly meant they could no longer send people to search for him, so he had to go there.

"Okay, I'll take you to find it." Gojo Satoru thought that since he had nothing else to do, he might as well go and see the spirits of the dead.

"Shall I go with you?" Zhao Manyan said earnestly.

"No need. I'll take Mo Fan to Zhang Xiaohou as soon as possible and then come back," Gojo Satoru said casually.

After saying that, Gojo Satoru grabbed Mo Fan and disappeared from the academy in an instant.

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The clouds were as thick as black velvet, blocking out all the sunlight.

Without rain, the world was gloomy, and the gray and withered colors of the season made it devoid of any life.

The last passenger plane to enter the ancient capital slowly descended from the dark clouds.

"Let's go, the sooner we go, the sooner we'll be back." Gojo Satoru carried Mo Fan and quickly walked from the airport to the city wall.

The ancient capital was under martial law, with members of the Magic Association and military mages checking and guarding the city gates.

With its crimson-gold wings unfurled, Gojo Satoru grabbed Mo Fan and flew at high speed in a certain direction in the sky.

"Wu, your wings are so cool! How much did you pay for them?"

Upon hearing Mo Fan's question, Gojo Satoru thought for a moment and said, "I obtained it by chance in a rift valley in the Scorching Plains last time, and I suffered for it."

"You've suffered?" Mo Fan asked, looking surprised.

"Yeah, we came across a really horrible corpse. We all thought we were going to die there."

"That's so dangerous!"

"Of course, fortune and misfortune are intertwined."

Everyone understands this principle, but only those who come back alive can say it out loud.

Along the way, Gojo Satoru flew south for a while, then north for a while, then flew in a straight line for a while, and finally flew to the right for a long time.

During this time, many flying ghost-like or bone-like undead tried to block the way, but unfortunately, their strength was no match for them, and they were easily killed by the magic that Gojo Satoru casually threw out.

Some winged demons even came to their deaths.

After several twists and turns, Gojo Satoru finally landed in a village.

Mo Fan shakily jumped to the ground. After flying for a while, he had successfully lost weight, and everything under his feet felt soft and yielding.

Gojou Satoru helped Mo Fan walk towards the village. Looking at the dozens of old wooden houses, Gojou Satoru sensed the location of the mark.

Yes, this is the place.

The two walked slowly into the village entrance. It was already afternoon, and the sun was no longer high in the sky, but was now setting.

"Who are you, and what are you doing in our Huacun village?" Suddenly, an old man from the village blocked their way.

"Grandpa, hello, we're here to find someone, a young man who might be injured." Mo Fan looked at the village elder expectantly, then handed over a picture from his phone. "It looks something like this."

When the old man from the village heard that they were looking for someone, he raised an eyebrow, looked at the picture, and said with a sudden realization, "It's Fu Da! Wait a moment, I'll go and call him out."

"Thank you, thank you." Hearing the old man's words, Mo Fan could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

God knows how much pain he felt when he learned of Zhang Xiaohou's death.

"Don't worry, I told you Zhang Xiaohou isn't dead." Gojo Satoru patted Mo Fan on the shoulder.

Although he had said it several times before, Mo Fan still acted as if he wanted to see the person alive or dead.

"Mhm." Mo Fan nodded repeatedly.

A short while later, the old man from the village came out with a man and a woman, the man following behind the woman.

Mo Fan's eyes widened as he stared intently at the man, his eyes filled with joy.

Gojo Satoru also smiled.

A few minutes later, Gojo Satoru and Mo Fan simultaneously sensed something was wrong. Zhang Xiaohou was completely unmoved by them, as if he were a complete stranger.

Before Mo Fan could recover from his surprise, he stepped forward and grabbed Zhang Xiaohou's shoulder.

"What...what are you doing?" The girl spoke, glaring at the outsider who had suddenly attacked Zhang Xiaohou.

"You don't recognize me?" Mo Fan looked at Zhang Xiaohou in astonishment.

Zhang Xiaohou also looked at Mo Fan, his eyes filled with confusion.

"You know him?" Su Xiaoluo was overjoyed and hurriedly asked Mo Fan.

Mo Fan didn't say anything more, but simply gave Zhang Xiaohou a big hug.

Seeing this scene, Gojo Satoru felt very strange and then activated his Six Eyes to observe.

A worm filled with curses and mental power was crawling on Zhang Xiaohou's head, and Zhang Xiaohou's soul essence was being devoured by the worm.

What is this thing? How come there are so many strange and wonderful magics in this world!

Wu Tiao Wu felt a headache coming on.

(End of this chapter)