Chapter 262: Aftermath
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Huang Ze was also silent for a moment. When he was young, he indeed broke into a mysterious realm while traveling in an uninhabited mountain. Although he came out alive, he didn't know how he came out.
All he knew was that facing those unkillable monsters, he finally had a nervous breakdown and turned around and ran away. He just kept running, he didn't know how long or how far he ran, and finally he came back with his life.
At that time, he had just gained strength and became a martial artist. It was the time when he was full of energy and fearless.
As a result, after coming out of the Guild Realm, his vitality was severely damaged, his cultivation also plummeted, and he could not make any progress. At most, he could only be a martial artist for the rest of his life. From then on, his temperament changed drastically, and he became addicted to alcohol, and he used alcohol to relieve his sorrows.
"I think... we can only wait for the people from the foreign affairs room to come over and solve the problem..."
He thought for a while and said bitterly, there are specialties in the art, and only the foreign affairs room can solve such monsters and monsters, and only they can be regarded as experts in eliminating demons.
"Why......"
Qu Jing sighed first. He was not blaming Huang Ze. He was just a little helpless. Such a large-scale supernatural incident happened in his own territory. It was troublesome enough to solve it, but the aftermath would probably be even more troublesome. Tricky.
"Now that we are not out on missions, who are the elders who are still in the city?" After sighing, he quickly calmed down and turned to ask the trusted disciples beside him.
The confidant disciple immediately responded: "Those who are still in the city include Elder Li Chengfeng, Elder Song Qingsong, and Granny Ding from the Library... Everyone else has gone out for business and is not in the city. inside."
"Have you all been notified?"
Qu Jingxian asked again.
"My disciple sent someone just now. They will probably be here soon."
"Now...it seems we can only wait..."
He clenched his fists helplessly and then unclenched them. Although he was a second-level martial artist, there were too many dangers in the Strange Realm, which he had never experienced before. He did not want to be like Huang Ze and end up unable to improve his cultivation level throughout his life.
"By the way, who is the disciple on duty at the black market tonight?"
Huang Ze suddenly spoke and asked about the trusted disciple.
"Well... let me take a look..." This close disciple quickly pulled out a piece of yellow paper from his arms and counted the dates carefully.
After a while, he raised his head and said, "Elder Huang, the disciple on duty today... is Han Yi, Junior Brother Han."
"Han Yi?!"
Huang Ze was a little stunned for a moment. How could it be such a coincidence? The successor of his best friend had clearly been entrusted to him and asked him to take good care of him. How come today...
"Han Yi?"
Qu Jingxian also narrowed his eyes, the name seemed familiar. Soon, he remembered.
Isn't that his senior brother Bai, the successor who once asked him to take more care of him!
At that time, Senior Brother Bai specially left him a letter, explaining his instructions.
He raised his head and looked at Huang Ze, who also happened to raise his head and look at him.
Both of them smiled bitterly.
"Fate, this is fate. When I was young, I always had my heart higher than the sky, thinking that man can defeat heaven, but in the end, it was all in vain..."
Huang Ze's face had a sad look on his face, and he continued to murmur to himself: "Senior Brother Bai originally had a good son with outstanding talent, who could connect the meridians and energy at a young age, but God did not fulfill his wishes, and he did not know that he was evil. Someone was harmed, or something happened, and he disappeared inexplicably...
Later, Senior Brother Bai found Han Yi, a little guy, as his successor. Although this little guy's qualifications were not that outstanding, he was repaying his kindness and had a stable temperament. He was indeed a good boy. But now, something like this happened again. thing......"
Finally, Huang Ze let out a long sigh, turned to Qu Jingxian and said, "Lao Qu, tell me, is this life... just like when I was young..."
"...."
Qu Jing didn't say anything. He was also troubled by the sad atmosphere.
Yes, life, this is life!
He is destined to be a deputy sect leader for the rest of his life...
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In the black market, in the open space.
After making all preparations, Han Yi walked slowly in front of everyone and raised a torch.
"Burn it for me!"
He turned back and roared.
"burn!"
Shen San also cooperated with Han Yi and shouted loudly.
Immediately, the remaining seven or eight disciples took out torches, bows and arrows and pointed them at the black market.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Dozens of rockets flew into the black market, just like dozens of sparks. The rockets landed on the dry firewood covered with kerosene, and fire appeared in an instant, which was particularly conspicuous in the dense darkness.
The red fire grew from small to large, and soon became more and more cracked and red, and the red flames rose up.
Han Yi threw out a torch, lit another one, and stared coldly at the gradually burning black market, his expression unchanged and motionless.
hiss......
The fire became more and more intense, and there were faint sounds like a woman's baby crying, which made people shudder.
Although he broke up the vortex of air flow formed by the Yin Qi, there was still a lot of resentment left in the black market. This was another reason why he wanted to wash the ground with fire.
"Master Han, the firewood on all sides is lit."
Shen San licked his lips and stepped forward to report.
"Keep playing!" Han Yi said in a deep voice.
"yes!"
The disciples continued to nock arrows, draw the bows, and light the oil packets on the arrows.
Tsk tsk tsk tsk! ! !
Another round of rockets shot out, falling hard into the black market.
Han Yi, on the other hand, bit his index finger and threw out the last Yang Yan Arrow in his arms. He endured the loss of vitality in his body and suddenly threw the Yang Yan Arrow out.
suddenly!
Thick black smoke covered the sky and the sun, and the entire black market was in flames.
Gradually, there was only the crackling sound of the flames, and the other sounds disappeared again...
And the gray mist wrapped around the door slowly, vaguely, and quietly faded away...
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"Zongzhu Qu, what happened?!"
Outside the black market, an old man with a stocky build, strong muscles, a short and thick neck, and particularly developed neck muscles hurried over. This is the head of the Foreign Affairs Hall, Song Mu, the head of Song, and Song Qing, who has a slight rift with Han Yi. His dad.
Qu Jingxian looked gloomily and pointed in the direction of the black market.
Song Mu was also shocked when he saw this. Although he was the new hall master in recent years and was a descendant of Qu Jingxian, Huang Ze and others, he had seen many things in the world.
In particular, unlike the Internal Affairs Hall, which is only responsible for matters within the sect, as the leader of the Foreign Affairs Hall, he was originally responsible for handling external tasks, such as opening up trade routes, seizing land, grabbing resources, etc. These things, They are all considered man-made disasters.
In addition, most of these things happen outside the city, usually in uninhabited and desolate places, so sometimes, they will encounter some black troubles, which are weird and inexplicable things.
Thinking of this, Song Mu also shuddered.
A few years ago, he was responsible for personally handling a black disaster. That was a disciple who suddenly disappeared while on a mission. When he was found, he was already lying under an old locust tree by the Qingxi River outside the city. It's covered in black hair, and it will gnaw crazily on people's necks when they see it.
He had no choice but to take action himself. As expected of him as a powerful martial artist, he used a lot of means to kill that invulnerable and powerful thing. Of course, he also took a lot of good medicine afterwards to recuperate. It took dozens of days to recover.
After this incident, he became obsessed with these ghostly things, and was forced to seek a lot of information. He avoided what he could, and ran back to the foreign affairs room for help when he couldn't avoid it.
But fortunately, the frequency of black disasters is very low, and most of them are solved by the foreign affairs room before they come into contact with them.
And the scene in front of me...
Undoubtedly, it is the most unsolvable thing among the black disasters, the mysterious realm!
"In the city, in the city, how come there is a strange realm?!"
He looked shocked and asked Qu Jingxian in panic.
"How can I know?!" Qu Jingxian was irritated and replied impatiently. He continued to turn his head and looked at the close disciple and said: "Where are the others? Where is Li Chengfeng? Isn't he quite knowledgeable about these things? , why don’t you come?”
"Report to the sect master, the disciple has sent someone to report. Granny Ding needs to be at the headquarters to guard against Xiaoxiao, but Elder Li..." The trusted disciple paused, organized his words, and said: "But Elder Li, it seems Even if he is not at home, his family members don’t know where he has gone..."
"Not at home. It's late at night. He's not at home. Where can he go?"
Qu Jingxian was slightly startled and was about to say something.
"Zongzhu Qu!"
A middle-aged man with an elegant face, wearing a light blue robe, and shoes on his feet, one on the left and one on the right, walked towards him anxiously.
The thoughts in Qu Jingxian's mind were interrupted in an instant. He looked at the middle-aged man with dissatisfaction and said in a strange way: "Deacon Yi, it seems that your foreign affairs office has been really busy recently. Yes, the foreign affairs office has such great responsibilities. It's so busy. It’s normal.”
"Zongzhu Qu, you really can't blame us..."
The middle-aged man who came was none other than Deacon Yi, who was in charge of the foreign affairs room. He was not angry, but explained with a wry smile.
"In the middle of the night, an aura similar to that of a demon was detected near Anyan City. Two Masters of the Xuanjia Guards went to deal with it with the Tianji Mirror. They haven't come back yet. Who would have thought that something like this would happen in the city? Something like that..."
After saying that, he sighed helplessly. He had received information a few days ago that a wealthy family named Liu in Changlefang had been massacred completely. He felt something was strange, but before he could start investigating... .....
This happened again...
