Chapter 928 Conclusion

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Zhang Er is an ordinary mortal with nothing special about him. But there is something extraordinary about him - he is an ordinary person serving in a family of cultivators.

Xunyang City is a fairyland in this area. Everyone in the neighboring mortal countries, large and small, has heard of this place, but few people have seen its true face.

It is said that Xunyang City is a gathering place for immortal cultivators. All the people there can be extraordinary, or have the ability to turn mountains and seas, which is what mortals think of as immortals.

Most mortals only hear its name but don't see it, and they don't know where this famous city is. Even a very small number of businessmen entered it with their outstanding business talents, but they never came back and were never seen again. People speculated whether they were happy to miss Sichuan and settled down in that fairyland full of fairy mushrooms and lingcao.

Therefore, there are many folk legends about Xunyang City, which are widely spread and admired by everyone.

But for the people living in Xunyang City... it can only be said to be a legend. Even though this place is rich and its location is very special, this is still just a city in the realm of cultivation, nothing special.

They also have the troubles that people outside have.

Zhang Er is one of the many living beings in Xunyang City. He is a son of the Shen family. Unfortunately, he has no spiritual roots and can only be an ordinary slave in this life. It is impossible to ask what is impossible.

He has also spent half his life in a down-to-earth manner, getting married and having children, and working diligently in the Shen Mansion for more than half his life, which is so good for a mortal. He got married late, and his son was only one year old at this time, which was the time when he couldn't live without others.

Zhang Er also worked harder and harder, seeming to want to earn a future for his son.

A few days ago, the logistics staff of one of the Shen family's teams died unexpectedly, and a better candidate could not be found for the time being. Zhang Er spent a lot of effort to replace this position. The day before yesterday, we were working on the flying boat with the team, and we happened to be escorting Jin Lin, so we didn't want to encounter this on the way.

"You said that the person who chopped you and others were wearing special black robes... What did they look like? Can you explain them?"

The other party was hesitating and couldn't explain clearly. He probably hadn't read a book and lacked vocabulary. After talking for a long time, everyone could barely figure out the characteristics of the clothes.

But some of the features mentioned in the middle are obvious enough. Black clothes, black feather embroidered patterns and cloaks, as well as various accessories hanging around the waist, are the most common attire outside the Gui Yi family.

It's really a ghost fighting against the wall. They come and go again. It’s really haunting——

When they heard about the black clothes, everyone in the Wuhua Sect already had a bad feeling. When they heard that they were implemented later... it turned out to be true!

Their first reaction was anger, but then doubts emerged.

If it is Guiyi Sect, it is indeed easy to explain. There happened to be a dispute a few days ago, so it can be explained. But this logic is too simple, right? !

Wearing your own school uniform to commit a robbery, for fear that others would not recognize you. They didn't kill a single mortal, and they just happened to let him escape and expose their crimes. All of this is so logical that it makes people very suspicious.

What's more, there are lessons learned from the past that Gui Yimen was framed, which makes it even more suspicious.

However, everyone did not pull things away and quietly allowed the other party to finish his testimony.

Zhang Er's matter is very simple. That night, when he and his companions were sorting out the cargo at the bottom of the flying boat, they suddenly heard a sharp scream from above, followed by an endless stream of wailing. There was a lot of movement, and something sticky and hot was seeping through the gaps.

Several logisticians who had already turned off the lights out of fear did not dare to move at all, nor did they dare to see what the viscous liquid stuck to their bodies was. At this moment, no matter how stupid you are, you know what is going on up here, but you can only huddle aside and pray that the strong men are not interested in searching down here and let them mortals go.

Unfortunately, this hope was dashed. They came down, and the heavy footsteps stepped on their hearts, making them extremely desperate. A dead end.

Several mortals who worked with Zhang Er were killed, including Zhang Er. But for some reason, Zhang Er was blessed with good fortune. The person who did it was obviously a mortal who looked down upon him, and just waved his sleeves to deal with these ants in their eyes.

There was blood all over the floor, and his head was as distorted as if it had been broken. It was obvious that he was dead without any confirmation. So they didn't look at it at all. The subtle perspective concealed that Zhang Er, who looked like his head had been severed, was still alive, but just passed out.

He was awakened by the fire and thick smoke. When he woke up, he found that he was already in the sea of ​​​​fire, and there was no way out. Somehow, he used up his last strength to get into the box next to him, thinking that he would have a decent "coffin" when he died. I didn't expect to be here when I woke up.

With this explanation, this man is not only blessed with good fortune and destiny, he is simply the illegitimate son left by the King of Hell in the world, and he will not die even if he does this. He was not killed, burned to death, and finally suffocated.

But it makes sense strangely. The scars on his body are strangely consistent with the experience he said. The bruises and the hot outside of the box being burned in the fire can indeed cause large burns and scars on his body. And the bruises from bumping in the box...

The actions he described were consistent with the wounds on his body.

And the box that saved his life was indeed a treasure specially made by the Shen family. It is waterproof and fireproof and can preserve the activity of the objects inside. When the other party climbed in, he probably didn't expect that preserving his last dignified burial place would save his life.

After the other party finished speaking, there was an unspeakable silence.

Qin Feng bowed to Zhenjun Yuanheng above. He is indeed familiar with interrogation matters, but after all, he is a mortal who cannot withstand strong methods. He has repeatedly asked, questioned, and checked before and after, but he has not been able to find any doubts. Absolutely flawless answer.

It was inevitable that the other party was lying, and he even used some special confusing methods without even realizing it. However, the other party still said the same thing without even blinking in his eyes. It can be seen that what the other party saw is indeed true, at least that is what he sees on the surface.

This is where things get tricky.

Is it really a unified sect? Or someone pretending to be from the Guiyi Sect?

If it's the former, it's troublesome, and if it's the latter, it's even more troublesome. How should they break this situation? And what will happen to Jin Lin now? They didn't dare to think about it at all.

Qin Feng had no answer in his heart at the moment. After all, this also involves the safety of Jin Lin, and only Zhenjun Yuanheng, the master, can make the decision. Juniors like them cannot bear the consequences of wrong judgment.

"Uncle Yuan Heng..."

True Lord Yuanheng closed his eyes and said nothing, but the atmosphere in the room was heavy at this moment. It was obvious that the other party did not release spiritual pressure, but everyone in the Wuhua Sect in the room felt a little out of breath, and deathly silence spread.