Zhang Xiaohou's Situation

Chapter 63 Zhang Xiaohou's Situation

With Han Ji's permission, Gojou stood at the top of the bell tower and looked down, his expression inscrutable.

A completely dark mass!

shocking!!!

Unbeknownst to them, the ocean of the dead had already engulfed a kilometer into the inner city. When the deafening roar reached a certain point, the world was utterly silent!

On the city wall, rows of military mages stood there, and no matter what level of mage they were, their eyes were filled with deep fear.

The entire inner city gradually fell into a deathly silence.

The roads were packed with people; no metal vehicles were allowed to take up even a inch of space. Some were huddled up, some were crying, and many had their heads down, whether awaiting their death sentence or praying for a safe passage, it was unclear.

The saying "too many people, too many opinions" is completely ineffective at this moment. The souls of the vast majority of people have been annihilated by the catastrophe, leaving only empty shells.

Seeing this, Gojo Satoru took a deep breath and clenched his fists tightly.

I'm still not strong enough! If I were strong enough to easily kill those two undead lords, this scene would never have happened.

Although he had no obligation to save these people who had nothing to do with him, this kind of despair was something he loathed!

How he longed to kill those damned creatures outside the city who were greedily watching them!

After looking around for a while, Gojo Satoru suddenly spotted two familiar figures in the crowd.

It's Zhang Xiaohou and Mo Fan!

After much deliberation, he decided not to meet his two friends, but instead waited quietly at the top of the clock tower.

……

Suddenly, Gojo saw several Imperial Guard mages flying towards Mo Fan and his group from the inner city wall, one of whom even possessed a terrifying aura of a Transcendent.

He initially thought the guards were just asking questions, but it seemed that after a few words, Mo Fan and the others were taken away.

Then it flew into a courtyard.

Wu Tiao Wu remembered that it should be the room where Han Ji and the gray-haired man were, and that it contained important medical resources.

After thinking for a moment, Gojo Satoru spread his wings and flew over to see what was going on.

The guards, consisting of mages, briefly inquired about their purpose before allowing them to pass.

As soon as they entered, they heard President Han Ji's voice: "Gentlemen, thank you for escorting Fang Gu here. On behalf of the highest council of the Magic Association, I thank you."

Gojo Satoru entered the house and saw that everyone looked terrified.

"Fang Gu, do you still have a portion of Kun Well water?" Han Ji ignored the intruder Wu Tiao Wu and focused his gaze on Fang Gu, asking directly.

"Why are you asking this? Aren't you here to interrogate me?" Fang Gu asked, puzzled.

"Your sins can be dealt with later; the lives of the million people in this inner city are of paramount importance. The water of Kun Well is the only thing that can neutralize the dew of the Nine Netherworlds. We expect you to hand over the water of Kun Well immediately so that the spirits of the dead may rest in peace," Han Ji said calmly.

Everyone was shocked when they heard the news.

"I'm so sorry, so very sorry. If I still had any Kun Well water, I would definitely hand it over to wash away my sins. It's just that I used the last bit of Kun Well water to refine the undead... I summoned it. If you can extract the Kun Well energy from its body, I... I don't mind if you kill it." Fang Gu said truthfully.

After saying that, Fang Gu began to draw a star map, and soon the powerful dark red skeleton appeared in front of everyone, looking around blankly.

"Fang Tu, the water from Kun Well can save the people of this city, but they might melt you down..." Fang Gu said to the skeleton.

Although his tone was calm, everyone could hear the reluctance in Fang Gu's words.

"There's no need for that anymore. Alas, it seems we can't escape our fate." Han Ji glanced at the dark red skull and then began to sigh silently.

"By the way, Brother Fan, isn't the Earthly Holy Spring in your possession?" Zhang Xiaohou suddenly had a flash of inspiration and said to Mo Fan.

Upon hearing Zhang Xiaohou's question, Han Ji's eyes immediately lit up, and he eagerly asked, "Is it the Sacred Spring of Bo City?"

"Indeed, the sacred spring of Bo City!" Just then, a person with a gray-white face covered came out.

Mo Fan and the others were puzzled, not knowing who this person was.

"He's the one who was secretly watching Zhang Xiaohou before," Gojo Satoru said.

I had just regained consciousness and didn't realize what was happening until now, when I remembered the aura from that time.

"Why are you watching us?" Mo Fan questioned.

"We'll talk about that later. Besides, I won't tell you the truth even if you ask. Mo Fan, do you possess the Earthly Holy Spring?" the gray-white masked man continued the conversation.

"Yes, there is, but the situation is the same as Fang Gu's," Mo Fan answered truthfully.

……

The result was the same; the Disheng Spring, which was even purer than the Kunjing Well water, was gone.

"It seems our hopes have been dashed..." Han Ji said dejectedly.

"There's still hope, as long as we can find the tomb of the ancient king!" The mysterious gray-haired man showed no sign of giving up.

"Two thousand years have passed since the Qin Dynasty, and who has truly found his imperial tomb? However, I think we will soon find out. He will awaken, and this city will become his new kingdom of the dead!" Han Ji said.

"Should we really leave it to fate?" Han Ji raised his head, his gaze fixed on the area outside the golden barrier.

"Grand Steward Hujin, by the way, Mu Bai, didn't you just say you had someone you suspected?" A female voice rang out from the crowd.

"How do you know about this important figure under Salang's command?" the gray-haired mystery man asked with delight.

Zhang Xiaohou immediately explained what he had seen and heard in Xianchi, and the gray-white mysterious man suddenly understood.

"It's not that I doubt you, I just want to tell you something that my mother inadvertently revealed a while ago," Mu Bai said with a serious expression.

"Just tell us already. Millions of people are taking refuge here, and any clue could be the key to stopping this," Mo Fan said.

Mu Bai nodded, then said in a calm voice, "Yu Ang, you still remember, right?"

"Hmm, what happened to this lackey of the Black Vatican?" Zhou Min asked.

"My mother only found out recently that Yu Ang is a member of the Black Vatican. She then sighed and said, 'If my uncle hadn't given him a job and recommended him to Mu Zhuoyun, he wouldn't be living such a comfortable life.'" Mu Bai said.

"Yu Ang was indeed picked up by the Mu family and adopted by Mu Zhuoyun. He works hard for the Black Vatican, which is truly hateful!" Zhao Kunsan said through gritted teeth.

"Yu Ang had already joined the Black Church before entering the Mu family. Mu Bai, do you mean that Yu Ang was actually brought into the Mu family by your uncle?" Mo Fan quickly grasped the key point and confirmed it again.

"I...I don't know either, but there's one thing I hope you can understand: the person in charge of resettling disaster victims in Bocheng is actually my uncle. He's in charge of transferring the refugees to the ancient capital," Mu Bai said again.

"Isn't your uncle Mu He?" Zhao Kunsan blurted out.

As soon as he uttered the name Mu He, Zhang Xiaohou trembled violently, followed by a splitting pain in his head!

A glint flashed in Han Ji's eyes as he saw Zhang Xiaohou suddenly in extreme pain, and a look of astonishment immediately appeared on his face.

He then strode forward, grabbed Zhang Xiaohou's wrist, and quickly tore open his sleeve!

Instantly, a black, centipede-like mark appeared on Zhang Xiaohou's arm, looking as if it were embedded in his flesh, and was extremely grotesque.

(End of this chapter)