Chapter 131 Chaos Begins

"Who are they?"

Zhang Chun looked up. In the many densely packed narrow alleys above his head, figures wearing dark cloaks emerged from various corners like ghosts. Their faces were covered by shadows and masks. Their footsteps were light and hurried, as if they were silently conveying some kind of tacit understanding.

In the dim light, the fluttering of the cloak and the swaying of the figure interweave, forming a mysterious and tense picture.

The leader of the collection team exclaimed: "The Hidden Lantern Festival! It's the Hidden Lantern Festival! Oh my god, are they all crazy? Wearing this in broad daylight?! And on a large scale... Is this a parade?"

"Didn't you say that the most powerful gang in District 2 is the Wu Clan?" Zhang Chun turned around and grabbed his collar, questioning in a low voice.

The leader of the collection team raised his hands and said awkwardly: "That? Is normal. I mean, most of the time they are responsible for maintaining order in District 2, mediating conflicts between residents, etc...."

"But? Occasionally, rarely, for the same? slogan or? goal, or some belief or something, there will be a small group of people moving around at night... like ghosts."

Zhang Chun pointed to the front? A large black cloak was everywhere. "What do you care? Call a small group of people?"

He pulled Wan Mingxu beside him and said quickly, "You go to the Wu Clan Clan headquarters and keep an eye on what's going on over there. I'll go to the chaotic area to see the specific situation. I'll come find you later."

Wan Mingxu nodded, and then the two of them went their separate ways.

The leader of the collection team stood there, looking around blankly, pointing at himself and saying, "Ah, then? What about me?"

He was a little slow, then he remembered that he seemed to be the one who was kidnapped and forced to do something, so he turned around and ran.

Zhang Chun looked around, climbed up the nearest wall, jumped directly into the alley on the upper floor, and squeezed into the group of cloaked people surging silently. The path under his feet was rugged and rusty, and every step made a creaking sound.

The air was filled with a pungent smell of metal and dust, making people feel a little suffocated.

The cloaked men beside them all walked in the same direction, their steps hurried, not caring at all that there was one more person in the team.

No, some people still care.

They silently threw a pitch-black cloak and a ghost-face mask to Zhang Chun.

"Put it on, put it on, cover your face, identity is a weakness, but also a weapon."

The cloaked man who passed by said in a voice as thin as a whisper.

"Thank you very much."

Zhang Chun put on a cape and a mask, seeming to blend perfectly into this mysterious team that was like a dark tide.

But? The progress is too slow.

Zhang Chun looked up to find a suitable climbing point. There were protruding debris, cracks or depressions everywhere. Soon, when he followed the team to one of the depressions, he jumped up and grabbed the depression, and climbed up to the second-level platform path nimbly.

However, when he was about to stand up, a support point on his back foot suddenly broke and fell, causing his body to become unstable and he was about to fall backwards.

At this time, a hand reached out from the front and grabbed Zhang Chun's shoulder, steadying him in place.

"You're quite skilled. I guess you're not rushing over here to fight?"

The gray-haired but sturdy old man stared at Zhang Chun with sharp eyes. Although it was a question, it was full of warnings.

Zhang Chun lowered his voice and said, "I just went to check the situation."

O'White let go of his hand. "You have to be careful, the shortcut here is not easy to take. If you fall next time, no one will be able to catch you." After saying that, he turned around and continued to face the group of cloaked men.

Zhang Chun held onto his cloak and walked lightly through this place with a strange atmosphere.

After his figure disappeared around the corner, the ground shook faintly.

"O White! This is an opportunity! He is the one in the prophecy, why doesn't he let us stand up and resist? How long are we going to endure? Do you have to wait until the war starts?!"

"O White, what are you afraid of? Or is the prophecy just a lie? Do you really think we are so naive and stupid? The son of prophecy can be anyone. He is like a symbol, a candle. He only needs to stand there and let us raise our weapons and fight!"

"Owhite, we have no way out. The sand is cursed, and the grassland and forest are too far away. We must go and talk to those high-ranking people about the situation in the downtown area... Why do we have to carry this huge thing and move in the sand?"

"O White, what are you hesitating about?"

…

There were some debris and obstacles on the path, and Zhang Chun needed to constantly avoid and cross them.

"Owhite, prophecy, terrifying fighting power, chaos..."

Several key words formed a terrible guess in my mind.

The wind whistled in his ears, as if urging him to speed up and rush to the center of the chaotic scene.

A few minutes later, he finally stood at a high place where he could observe the entire chaotic scene.

The first thing that came into view was a giant pit. The buildings on all sides had collapsed, and the exposed rough stones and various sharp steel bars were shining with a cold luster.

Countless mysterious people wearing black cloaks gathered at the edge of the pit. They were quiet and silent, without making any sound. The eyes behind the masks of various colors were all looking at the guards surrounded by them. The whole scene was like a still picture, and only the flow of the crowd showed a silent tacit understanding.

In the middle of the group of cloaked men stood a dozen guards in armor. They held the hilts of their knives with vigilant expressions, with the muzzles of their guns pointed downwards, shouting loudly that no one was allowed to come closer and to disperse immediately.

To the north, another elite team wearing armor and fully armed pushed through the crowd and joined the trapped guard team at a very fast speed.

The group of cloaked people did not make any move to stop them, but those dark figures standing together were like a dark tide, silent and without any sound, but their presence could not be ignored.

Zhang Chun looked around and around. The area where the group of cloaked people were was pitch black. The group of guards who were trying to get out were wearing silver-white armor, which was a sharp contrast.

He didn't notice the boy with black and white hair, nor did he notice any noisy movements around him. He thought that he might be too nervous and misled himself.

At this time, Yun Yan should still be in Youdu. No matter what, it is impossible for him to arrive in the kingdom earlier than him.

Zhang Chun just breathed a sigh of relief, and when he looked up, he suddenly found that there seemed to be a smaller person hiding among the guards surrounded by the cloaked man. From his direction, he could only see the other person's back, with white furry curly hair, a casual posture, and yawning nonchalantly, as if the environment he was in was not a tense and dangerous chaotic place, but a leisurely and comfortable courtyard.

“…”

"It seems familiar."

"But? Not black and white hair??"

Zhang Chun made a confused sound. The more he looked at the back of the person, the more familiar he felt. He looked at the other person's head of white hair, then looked at the back again, his brows furrowed deeper and deeper.

The guards who joined the support team firmly trapped the young man in the middle, like four walls, and walked out quickly and firmly. The cloaked men looked at them silently and silently, clearing a path like a silent tide.

They did not stop them, but the silent gazes of countless people had already brought horrible psychological pressure to the guards.

Zhang Chun stood in the distance, watching that familiar figure that made his eyelids twitch gradually disappear from his sight.

"I didn't see his face...but? What if it was Yun Yan? No, it's probably him."

Zhang Chun looked down at the huge group of black cloaks below, and said to himself: "He is standing at the center of this chaos and cannot escape. Saving him now may not solve the problem but cause bigger problems... I have to investigate what happened recently, as well as the prophecy here and the situation of the Hidden Lantern Society. I have to speed up."

…

"A glass of milk. Do you have rice? Forget it. I want to drink porridge. Remember to add fried eggs, pickled mustard tubers, steamed buns, bread, and finally an apple. This is breakfast. Thank you. By the way, can you help me change the bed? I like a softer one. I will go to bed after dinner. Please be quiet outside and don't disturb me. Otherwise, I will be angry. Thank you."

The imprisoned boy sat on a chair, counting on his fingers and looking expectantly at the captain of the guard team outside the iron gate.

Before the stern captain could speak, the person next to him couldn't help but taunt him, "Do you think this is a hotel? You're not even having breakfast. It's good enough that I didn't lock you up in the interrogation room to interrogate you for information..."

boom!

The wall on Chu Xiuyan's right shattered into countless pieces with a loud bang, falling heavily to the ground, raising a large cloud of dust.

The cellmate next door stood in the rubble in fear, holding his head, pointing at the boy in front of him, and then looking at the guards outside the iron gate. When he was about to scream, the white-haired boy turned his head and looked at him, saying coldly: "Shut up."

The inmate felt a strong pressure and squatted down and closed his mouth.

Chu Xiuyan then turned his head to look outside the iron gate. The guards had particularly gloomy and embarrassed expressions. He propped up his chin and said, "Look, you didn't lock me in. I walked in on my own initiative. As long as I want to leave, you can't stop me. Now, food and bed, please?"

The captain standing in front turned around and whispered something to his subordinate, who turned around and walked out of the cell with an extremely ugly expression.

"Food and new beds will be prepared, but it will take some time."

He stared at the boy in prison, his seemingly calm tone concealing his uncontrollable anger, "You shouldn't have shown up, son of prophecy. You broke the balance that has lasted for decades. Riots and chaos will destroy the last pure land in the desert."

"There are too many complaints." Chu Xiuyan said puzzledly: "The child of prophecy, who is that? So childish. The Pure Land doesn't refer to this? A shabby kingdom fortress, right? Oh, this is the first time I know that someone's filter can be so? Serious..."

"This? You can't just play dumb and get away with it!"

The captain of the guard interrupted and said quickly: "This Hidden Lantern Society riot in District 2 has alarmed the king. Soon you will go to the upper city to be personally interrogated by the Knights, and then executed."

"And the Hidden Light Society sees you as the prophesied child of hope... Once you appear, they will never allow the kingdom to harm you. By then, the conflict between the two sides will become more and more intense, and there is a high possibility that a civil war will break out!"

The captain of the guard became more and more emotional, and couldn't help but reveal a little in his words.

Then, the voice coming from the prison instantly froze all his emotions.

"That? Isn't that just right?" Chu Xiuyan tilted his head, speaking with indifference, "I come from the forest, I come from the ruined city, and the purpose of my coming to the desert is to destroy your desert kingdom."

"…You are not the child of prophecy."

"I am not."

"Are you a saboteur?"

Chu Xiuyan looked at the captain of the guard and said, "Yes, I am."

He said to the captain of the guard: "Have you ever seen fog? That soft, cold gray fog? It spreads over the ground, slowly covers the sky, and swallows everything."

The captain of the guard heard the ominous meaning in these words, trembled all over, and left in anger.

"Great, now all the irrelevant people have finally left, I can go to sleep. But the meal hasn't arrived yet..."

Chu Xiuyan lay on the table, complaining to himself.

The cellmate next door asked cautiously: "Excuse me?, will you really destroy the kingdom?"

Chu Xiuyan turned his head to look at him, "Yes, I am a man-eating demon, a brutal dragon, I will destroy everything, woooo~"

Inmate: “…Ah?”

The system understood something: [You want to be the source of chaos, force the cancer to die, and let the good people and the righteous people unite to resist? You actually play tricks, are you that smart? ]

Chu Xiuyan: [What kind of image do you think I have in your eyes? But I think I am responsible for creating chaos behind the scenes, and the uncle is responsible for resolving the chaos and grabbing a little bit of the right to speak. ]

System: [Hmm, this? Maybe when Zhang Chun is sorting out the chaos, he might give you a little lesson.]

Chu Xiuyan: [? ]

System: [Because Zhang Chun is already in the kingdom, and saw you arrested with his own eyes... You have been exposed and can no longer hide behind the scenes.]

Chu Xiuyan's eyes were dull, and he pretended to be stupid for a moment: [... Beep, I don't understand what you are saying. The one who was caught and caused the chaos is Yun Yan's third brother Yun Aotian. The little angel with white hair and blue eyes has nothing to do with Yun Yan at all. ]

System: [If you have the guts, tell Zhang Chun the same thing.]

Chu Xiuyan: […Damn it! ]

[Ah, whatever! Whether it's saving the world, ruling the world, or destroying the world, everything is paused. I'm going home to sleep! System, gogogo! ]