At this time, Xu Maoshi was in the wilderness not far from Yuan'an City.

In front of him was Wu Tong, who was covered in a long robe.

"I said... why did you call me out?"

Xu Maoshi's cold voice kept lingering in Wu Tong's heart.

"I heard that Zhong Qing died, having been blessed by the Goddess of Nature, and...that hypocritical fellow Zhang Zimin was also there.

Haha... Based on what I know about that guy, the city of Naturally will be destroyed soon.

You losers will be purged, and as for the Natural City, you will be thrown out to appease Jing'an City, or...

Squeeze out the last bit of value and please the newly emerged...salvation?

If you're not busy running for your life, why would you still have time to come find me?"

He didn't know that Meng Yi was hostile to him. In his opinion, Zhong Qing died, so what did it have to do with him?

Anyway, he only contributed a little in the process, so Zhang Zimin couldn't hold him responsible.

And the temptation that Sha Cang used to test the Holy City of Redemption did not produce any results, so there was nothing to worry about.

Wu Tong's behavior was quite funny. He even sent a low-level weaver to contact him in a mysterious way.

And what good things are there...

No, Xu Maoshi's heart shuddered and he suddenly came to his senses.

Wu Tong can actually order the Weaver around?

What's going on?

Before he could think about it, the robe covering Wu Tong's body began to move...

A pool of gray-brown flesh and blood, the same color as the robe, slid to the ground like water and quickly bulged up.

A tall and thin figure, covered in blood that kept flowing out and in, appeared at the spot.

Xu Maoshi no longer maintained the illusion of a "big-headed doll", and the huge purple head itself appeared in the same place.

Crackling...

Purple lightning flashed, and his figure appeared in the distance. He stared at the tall and thin figure and asked in surprise:

"Bu Changyue, what do you mean?"

Although the Weaver would not bully the weak, he could not help but be on guard when the other party was actually hanging out with a stray dog ​​like Wu Tong.

And he disguised himself so well that he didn't even notice the mental fluctuations of a third person at the scene.

As for the way he appeared, he suspected that Wu Tong was controlled by Bu Changyue.

A sticky, heavy, and excited voice, as if there were a lot of phlegm stuck in the throat, made people feel physically uncomfortable when listening to it: "Don't be nervous..."

Bu Changyue's body was covered in blood and he spoke wheezingly:

"We want to know about someone, Meng Yi..."

A cold laugh echoed in his and Wu Tong's hearts. Xu Maoshi interrupted him and sneered:

"Isn't this person a chosen one of salvation?

But what does it have to do with me? I don’t even know him! "

"shut up!"

The blood on Bu Changyue's body suddenly rose up, and a terrifying "bloody mouth" full of sharp teeth appeared in the air.

This "bloody mouth" roared: "Hear me finish my words!"

Psycho... Xu Maoshi was unhappy in his heart, but he didn't care on the surface. "You say... I'm listening."

"very good."

The blood-filled mouth in mid-air converged on Bu Changyue, who nodded in satisfaction.

"Of course you don't know this person, but someone does, Chen Guanshan..."

An arm that seemed to have been skinned stretched out from his side and pointed at Wu Tong beside him.

"I heard from Mr. Wu that Chen Guanshan is a psychic from Jing'an City. He behaves in a very unusual way...

You know this person, right?"

Mr. Wu? This title made the half-human-high purple head frown. Chen Guanshan looked at Wu Tong, who had a grim expression and was cowering in fear.

There is something wrong with this person.

Nervousness, worry, fear, and... this complex emotion is not because of Bu Changyue.

Xu Maoshi put away his initial contempt for Wu Tong.