Chapter 55 Who is Zong Zeyu
[Host, it is impossible to complete the task in three years. ]
"Does Ye Cha Cha have any apprentices or subordinates?" Jiang Jiang did not answer the system's question, but asked instead.
【No. 】
"Without further delay, let's go and recruit a disciple! Check if there are any martial arts fanatics among the wandering cultivators and pay them a visit."
[Ok, host. 】
Jiang Jiang flew directly to the location indicated by the system.
The dilapidated house stood alone on the desolate land.
The walls of the house are already mottled and falling off, and the roof is crumbling and may collapse at any time.
It is in this seemingly dilapidated house that bursts of tempting aroma emanate.
When I walked into the house, I saw a few wandering people sitting together with a fire in the middle. They were holding their own meat and grilling it on the skewers.
They are dressed simply and have different expressions, revealing an air of having experienced many vicissitudes of life.
They chatted and laughed while skillfully turning the meat in their hands.
In this simple environment, these casual practitioners enjoyed the satisfaction brought by the delicious food and temporarily forgot the hardships and difficulties on the road of practice.
They may not have profound cultivation or gorgeous magic weapons, but at this moment, what they have is that rare peace and happiness.
“Ye, Ye Cha Cha!”
Jiang Jiang's sudden appearance was like a huge rock thrown into the lake, causing thousands of waves and instantly breaking their originally peaceful atmosphere.
In panic, they dropped the pieces of meat they had not yet finished eating, quickly drew out the long knives beside them, and stared at the uninvited guest Jiang Jiang with a wary look on their faces.
Everyone's body involuntarily retreated back, while their hands tightly gripped the hilt of the knife, as if they were ready to fight to the death with Jiang Jiang.
The air was filled with a tense and solemn atmosphere.
"Gudong!" The sound of swallowing saliva was heard, and a young casual cultivator stared at Jiang Jiang with fear on his face.
Standing in front of him was the dreaded devil - Ye Cha Cha!
Relying on the empire established by Ye Chacha, Jiang Jiang inherited most of Ye Chacha's abilities. She could clearly hear the breathing and heartbeat of everyone present.
The whole scene was so quiet that even the sound of a needle dropping to the ground could be heard.
Although Jiang Jiang had not yet drawn his sword, the cultivator in front of him was already ready to die at any time.
Their eyes were filled with endless fear and despair, and some even felt suffocated due to excessive tension.
Faced with such a situation, Jiang Jiang couldn't help but be secretly surprised.
She never thought that the deterrent power emanating from this body alone could scare them so much.
This powerful aura made it possible for the opponent to surrender without her having to do anything herself.
"Who among you is called Zong Zeyu?" Jiang Jiang asked.
Ye Chacha's voice has a natural arrogance, making her sound extremely arrogant.
But she has the capital and strength to be arrogant.
As soon as the words fell, the originally quiet environment suddenly became noisy.
Finally, everyone's eyes were focused on the most inconspicuous corner at the edge.
That position is also the best direction for escape.
Everyone spat inwardly.
There, holding a sword and standing ready for battle, was a masked cultivator dressed in black.
His presence is extremely low, and if it weren't for this sentence, probably no one would have noticed him.
But now he has become the focus of the whole audience, and countless eyes penetrate the black veil, trying to peek into his real face underneath the veil.
Faced with so many blazing gazes, the sweat on the forehead of this casual cultivator became more and more intense. He was not afraid of those casual cultivators, but of Jiang Jiang.
Or rather, fear Ye Cha Cha.
As long as Ye Cha Cha wanted, everyone present here would disappear from this world in the blink of an eye, leaving no trace behind.
