If the plan goes well, it can indeed take the film owner by surprise. To take it a step further, one can even put an end to Jiuche Xiaoying's misfortune.
Chechi heard the invitation and invited him precisely because he had made enough considerations. Firstly, he was the Holy Envoy of Jiuche Xiaoying who was closest to the Shadow Master, and secondly, he also wanted to escape from the Shadow Master's control. This made him think about it several times and finally decided.
And Xi Zishi was indeed tempted by his plan as he expected.
Xi Zishi naturally understood that killing the Shadow Master was undoubtedly the fastest way to get rid of the master. Although it is risky, it is still a path to choose.
Moreover... He is now in jail. As the person closest to the Shadow Master in cultivation, Chechi Wensheng might give it a try and really have a chance of winning.
"You and I are like-minded. If we can make up our minds to die, we can come and meet outside the Black Water Plains in five days." Chechi heard this and stared at Xi Zishi with a relieved tone.
Xi Zishi nodded, his drooping hands clenched into tight fists at some point.
There were footsteps coming from far and near outside. The meeting between the two was over, and there was no need to stay here for long.
"That Cheqi Envoy, I will take the first step." Xi Zishi bowed to him and clasped his fists, saying goodbye lightly.
Chedi heard the voice and responded, and at the same time he stood up and made a farewell gesture: "Okay, the Holy Envoy invites you."
The two people's eyes no longer overlapped, but they knew each other that the next time they met, it was time to settle the matter with Xiang Jiuche Xiaoying.
Xi Zishi strode away and passed by an officer who was running towards him.
After walking down the steps, the coolness from the deep pool invaded his whole body. Xi Zishi wrapped himself in the outer robe and took a breath.
The film owner... Gui Xiao Chang Yuan.
He closed his eyes slightly, as if he could recreate the scene where he saved his life.
A wave of warmth surged through my heart. It was the familiar and friendly image of Gui Xiao Changyuan back then.
All the kindness he could do has been repaid to him. If there is anything else I can do for him...
The only way is to put an end to his sinful karma and prevent him from making the same mistakes again and again.
Xi Zishi's eyebrows flashed, and Kong Kui's sea of qi surged. His steps became more determined and he walked straight towards the moored boat below.
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The autumn wind has been blowing for days, and the hot and dry weather will soon dissipate. The autumn cicadas made sleepy and tired sounds, the trees were yellow and listless, shrouded in the blood mist.
Two days later, the situation in the lower world became increasingly pessimistic.
The vast land and the ubiquitous blood mist truly sounded the horn of death. The death toll has increased sharply in recent days. In addition to the elderly, now even young children and women are also experiencing a similar situation.
Dead people were everywhere, with white flags of blood and mist everywhere. Paper money is flying, some of it is wetted into the water, and flows down the mighty river. Everything you see is a human tragedy where Yin and Yang are forever separated.
The situation is extremely critical.
In Shuanggan Town, processing face masks has become a top priority. The herbal mask invented by Tumi does have the effect of preventing blood mist. Although it cannot completely eliminate it, it is at least effective and can help the people of the lower world survive longer.
As for the source of the blood mist, there has been no news from the team that tried to explore again, and they may have all died. Everyone was as anxious as ants on a hot pot, and for the first time they felt at a loss what to do about the urgent situation.
In the distant Qiongtian Temple area, Dongfang Shiming and others are also committed to solving current problems.
In the dim light, even the floor of the hall was as bright red as blood. The almost crazy color makes people feel restless and makes it difficult to calm down.
At this moment, Jue Tongjun was sitting alone in front of the table with his forehead raised, his drooping cheeks filled with worry, and his eyes kept scanning the paper in front of him.
"Alas..." He looked at the bright red number, which was the death toll from various places.
After just a few days of evolution, that terrifying number has begun to count in the thousands.
Each number represents a bloody human life. The blood mist opened its bloody mouth at this moment, almost treating the lives of the people in the lower world as its food.
The autumn wind swept in, blowing his hair.
"Report."
Suddenly, the guard's voice came from outside the door.
"What?" He reluctantly raised his head, his eyes filled with bright red bloodshot eyes.
The guard who came to report ran into the hall and said as he ran, "Sir, this is the leader of the Wine Alliance, Bai Wuque. He left without saying goodbye."
Jue Tongjun was stunned: "What?"
Soon, the guard presented a souvenir from Dongfang Shiming. After opening the package and taking a closer look, I realized what was going on.
Bai Wuque left the wine club alone this morning, without telling anyone where he was going. Mostly it was to deal with the blood mist, but it was a bit too reckless for him to do so.
"Mr. Bai hangs a pot to help the world, and cares about the common people. He will be blessed with blessings. Don't worry about him." Jue Tongjun rubbed his temples, feeling sleepy and dizzy in front of his eyes.
After all, he is a strange person who can even refine the antidote to the Li Chou Pill. Jue Tongjun thought this and stopped thinking about it.
He waved his hand and the guard turned around and retreated. Looking at the red mist outside the door, he wanted to chat with Subiezhi.
Subiezhi went to the Gudao Wine League again this morning, not knowing the outcome of their discussion.
However, at this moment, another quiet voice came from outside the door:
"Senior brother really cares about the common people, so how can I, my junior brother, stand by and watch."
In the mist, a floating figure gradually emerged and crossed the threshold of the hall.
Jue Tongjun took a closer look and saw that the person coming was very young. He is as handsome as jade, and his manners are as graceful as a wandering immortal descending from the dust.
The visitor was holding a whisk in his hand and hanging the hem of his cloak, but he bore an inexplicable resemblance to Bai Wuque. Jue Tongjun didn't know that the two were from the same sect. He only saw that this person came to visit, but he didn't know what the purpose was.
"You are..." Jue Tongjun stood up holding the table.
"Henanshan, you are the representative of the lower world, Sir Jue Tongjun, I will look up to you for a long time." Henanshan swept away the whisk, held the handle and bowed his hands.
Judging from his behavior, it was very different from Bai Wuque's arrogance. I just felt the breeze blowing on my face, extremely warm.
"I see." Jue Tongjun walked around the table with a smile on his face, "The disaster in the lower world is inseparable from the failure of my duty as the agent, so don't be too polite."
The name of Henan Mountain is quite different from that of Bai Wuque, who is at the height of his power. Jue Tongjun had never heard of his name, but seeing that he was in good spirits, he made a special trip to visit him, guessing that something was going on.
He had no old friendship with Jue Tongjun, so He Nanshan stopped talking and asked directly: "I have heard that the blood mist has been raging in the lower world these days. I wonder what the situation is now?"
Jue Tongjun did not hide it, shook his head and sighed: "The river is declining, and this poisonous fog is harming the people, and it has become more and more serious now."
He Nanshan also frowned. Since Tianzhu arrived, he has also noticed how powerful the blood mist is. From what Jue Tongjun said, it seems that the harm is indeed considerable.
