An unexpected encounter with two people

Chapter 58 An unexpected encounter with two people

a few days later.

The inner city of the ancient capital is a bustling area, and like other ancient cities with a long history, it is always crowded with people.

Even though there was an endless horde of undead outside the ancient city walls, the lives of the people in the inner city of the ancient capital continued in an orderly manner.

Their ancestors had lived among the spirits of the dead for generations, and over the years they had grown accustomed to it.

As long as the three behemoths—the Military Mage, the Hunter's Alliance, and the Magic Association—are present, the undead will not truly threaten those within the city walls.

The streets were bustling with traffic, and the shops along the street were filled with a dazzling array of goods. Wu Tiao Wu strolled around while munching on a roujiamo (Chinese hamburger), a local specialty of the ancient capital, which he had just bought.

Since we've come to this ancient capital, we should naturally follow local customs and eat some local food.

For the first ten years or so, Gojo Satoru lived in Tokyo in the world of magic, where he ate the same few things every day and was already sick of them. Since coming to this world of China, he has been trying to make up for the lack of food he had lost in the first ten years or so.

Food stalls of all kinds can be seen everywhere in the streets and alleys of the ancient capital's inner city, and you can smell the rich aroma from afar.

Gojo Satoru ate with great relish, having tried almost all the local delicacies of the ancient capital, and felt a warm glow in his stomach.

After wandering around for a while, just as Gojo Satoru's interest waned and he was about to go back to rest, several bells rang out from the city wall.

This bell sound is a general rallying signal, usually given voluntarily by monks.

However, if four signals are issued in a row, all mages belonging to academies, magic associations, hunter alliances, or great families must go. Anyone found deliberately shirking or leaving will be directly removed from the faction and organization.

Gojo Satoru was no exception; he glanced at the location, ate the food in his hand, and quickly headed there.

……

The signal originated from the North Main City Tower, a magnificent fortress built atop the city walls!

Gojo Satoru quickly landed on the steps of the second-floor tower, looking down at the crowd below. The tower's corridors were already packed with people.

Judging from their aura, most of the mages who came were beginners, with only a few being intermediate-level.

That's normal. Unlike other cities, this ancient capital doesn't have many idle mages; they all basically have their own duties.

"Please bring the mid-level and above Dharma Masters up to the city wall. The other Dharma Masters shall remain where they are and await further orders."

A loud voice rang out, echoing in everyone's ears.

So, a few mid-level mages began to climb onto the city wall.

They gathered in a spacious hall on the city wall, from which they could see the dark land outside the city.

"Is this all there is?" a somewhat gruff voice asked.

At the top of the stairs leading to the higher pavilion, a bearded man descended, followed by a palace guard and a military intelligence officer.

"Congratulations, Councilor?" Gojo Satoru exclaimed in surprise upon seeing the familiar face.

Zhu Meng's gaze was sweeping around when he heard someone call his name directly, and he immediately looked over.

"What are you doing here, kid?" Zhu Meng was stunned for a while when he saw the white hair and white eyelashes.

"I came with Mo Fan. By the way, what's the story behind you gathering people?" Upon seeing this acquaintance, Gojo Satoru immediately tried to get on his good side.

"How dare you!" The military intelligence officer standing next to Zhu Meng immediately reprimanded Wu Tiao Wu for his rudeness.

Zhu Meng waved his hand, then raised an eyebrow slightly: "That unlucky brat is here too."

"Who are you talking about, you old geezer!" Before Gojo Satoru could speak, Mo Fan, who was standing in the crowd, stepped forward.

"Let's get down to business, Councilor," Gojo Satoru urged.

"Alright, the reason I've gathered you all here is that a Fiend Abyss has appeared 30 kilometers to the north!" Councilor Zhu Meng finally uttered his next words.

"Sha Yuan???"

"How could something like this appear so close to the city?" a hunter mage exclaimed.

Gojo Satoru's originally relaxed and lazy expression turned serious.

The Abyss of Evil is said to be a constantly shifting maw of hell that devours everything around it...

Zhu Meng then explained the current dangerous situation and assigned the people present to guard the city gate.

Upon hearing that they were not going to cause trouble for Sha Yuan, the monks all breathed a sigh of relief.

Since everyone has appeared in this area, they most likely have the intention to eliminate the dead.

It's just keeping watch, there's absolutely no problem with that. There are at least forty mid-level mages and four or five high-level mages present.

With their fighting prowess, they could definitely put up a fight even against a commander-level undead.

"Hooray!!"

Just as everyone was expressing their willingness to contribute, a roar came from the north that shook the city walls violently!

Councilor Zhu Meng, Chief Instructor of Flying Horn, and General Lu Xu of the Northern Wall all changed their expressions and turned around to see a huge, dark shadow!

Gojo Satoru glanced at it and saw that it seemed to be a monarch-level oni spirit, only a legitimate monarch.

"It's trying to bring the undead gathered in the Abyss of Fiends to break through the northern city wall in one fell swoop!" Zhu Meng said angrily.

"This is bad. This tyrant already rules over millions of undead, and now the Abyss of Fiends is helping him. We must call for reinforcements!" the military advisor said.

"It's already very difficult to redeploy personnel," Lu Xu said in a deep voice.

"Our forces are limited, but the undead are endless. If we fight a protracted war, I'm afraid the northern city wall won't last until tonight," Feijiao sighed.

"It seems we must proceed with the plan we previously devised," the senator said, frowning.

"Sir, the risk of decapitation is too great. We could easily get trapped among the undead army," the advisor said.

"Risk and effect are directly proportional, and with that kid around, our success rate has increased significantly!" Zhu Meng said, revealing his sharp edge.

"Is a young man really that important, as you say?" the military staff officer questioned.

"Back when I was fighting against the Silver Sky Lord in Hangzhou, this kid was one of the main forces. I know his strength better than you do!" Zhu Meng said earnestly.

"That won't do either." The military staff officer firmly disagreed.

"How about I join you?"

Among the many ancient monks gathered together, a man dressed in a long black shawl stepped forward.

Everyone else turned their attention to this person, and quite a few of them recognized him.

"Du Xiao, you actually came here to join in the fun too," Gojo Satoru said in surprise.

With the reputation of Qingtian Hunting Agency as a guarantee, the commissions he accepts are almost on par with those of the top hunters, so he often runs into this top hunter in China.

"Since you, who flies everywhere, have come, how could I be absent?" Du Xiao said with a light laugh.

Sure enough, the title of "Hunter King" made him even more convincing, and the military advisor's resistant expression softened somewhat when he saw Du Xiao's arrival.

"Hahaha, you've come at the perfect time!" Zhu Meng greeted Du Xiao with a hearty laugh.

The high-level mages, including Flying Horn, also smiled.

"Since you've joined us..." The military staff officer finally relented.

(End of this chapter)