"Have you heard? The resistance army is actively recruiting people lately!"
Near the passage, at a shabby tea stall in front of a village, a group of thugs were gathered together to discuss recent rumors.
"I've heard about it a long time ago. Haven't you noticed that there are fewer people in the nearby villages recently? They've all gone."
"Then why don't you go?"
"...Of course I want to take another look. Who knows if the resistance is real or not? What about you? Why don't you go?"
"Haha, of course I don't believe it!"
"I don't believe it either."
"I heard that if you join the resistance, you will not only have enough food to eat, but you will also be able to clear the negative energy in your body and prolong your life."
"There's no such thing as free food in this world. I think if we go there, we might die sooner than we are now."
“…”
While a group of people were talking, they suddenly felt a shadow cast over their heads.
As soon as everyone looked up, a middle-aged man in a gorgeous robe and with a cold expression came into view.
Everyone was horrified and was about to run away. The old man with a gloomy face beside the middle-aged man sneered:
"One more step and you'll die!"
The thugs froze in place for a moment, but one of them couldn't stop himself and staggered forward another step.
As soon as he took this step, the gloomy old man slapped out with his palm, turning the man into a ball of blood mist.
Witnessing the tragic plight of their companions, the thugs broke out in cold sweats and collapsed to the ground.
The gloomy old man withdrew his palm with satisfaction, and said in a cold voice: "My master has something to ask you. Answer honestly, and I may let you go."
As soon as he finished speaking, the thugs immediately nodded.
"I say!"
"I will tell the truth!"
“…”
"Silence!" The gloomy old man shouted, and the place became quiet instantly.
The middle-aged man then spoke slowly: "Let me ask you, where are the rebels gathering their troops?"
As soon as these words came out, the ruffians who had just been denigrating the locals immediately rushed to speak out:
"My Lord, I know!"
"I know that too!"
"Sir, I've been there before, I can show you the way!"
"There's no need to lead the way."
The middle-aged man signaled to the gloomy old man with his eyes, and the old man immediately took out a map and spread it out in front of everyone.
“Circle the location.”
The thugs crawled to the map, pointed to different locations without saying a word, and said in unison:
“It’s right here!”
After they finished speaking, everyone saw where the others were pointing and looked up to see the astonishment and anger in each other's eyes.
"I'm telling the truth!"
"Bullshit, what I said is true!"
"I've personally taken the test. Who can tell me what's going on?"
“…”
Seeing that they were about to fight, the middle-aged man in the gorgeous robe had a flash of impatience in his eyes, "Ming Nu."
"I will take care of it right away."
The gloomy old man responded respectfully, then reached out and grabbed a thug, pressed his palm on the Baihui point on the head, and activated the soul-searching technique.
“Ahhhhh!!!”
The domineering divine consciousness poured into the fragile sea of consciousness of the mortal man, and the thug immediately screamed. The pain that penetrated deep into his soul made his face twisted like a ghost.
Soon, the screams stopped.
The gloomy old man loosened his hand and walked towards the next thug...
After half an incense stick of time, the gloomy old man returned to the middle-aged man and said respectfully:
"Master, everything has been investigated clearly.
As Gong Shengzi had reported, there were indeed rebel forces here.
Previously, the rebels had been keeping their movements secret until recently when they began to take more frequent actions.
Calculating the time, it was exactly when the young master came over.
This group of thugs had secretly tried to join the rebel army two days ago, but they failed to pass the assessment and were rejected.
So after returning, he started spreading bad things about the rebels everywhere."
The situation gradually became clear as the gloomy old man narrated.
“The assessment locations in the memories of these thugs are all different.
The old slave speculated that none of these places was probably the rebel's lair.
The rebels are acting so cautiously, which is probably unusual."
"If they were just a bunch of rabble, how could they possibly harm my Zhe'er's life?"
The middle-aged man's tone was cold and even, but there was a flash of sadness and anger in his eyes.
The gloomy old man saw it clearly and said comfortingly: "Master, we will definitely avenge the young master!"
"No rush."
The middle-aged man raised his hand, his eyes returning to indifference:
“Zhe’er is not only a member of my Ming family, but also the Holy Son of the Demon Heaven Palace.
Let’s go to the palace first and find out the situation.”
A moment later, outside the palace.
Gong Moyan, who had been waiting in front of the door early, saw the middle-aged man and his group arrive, and immediately brought people forward to greet them.
The Holy Son of the Demonic Heaven Palace and the Guardian are at the same level.
Gong Moyan, however, bowed and raised his hands above his head, his attitude very humble: "I am Gong Moyan, the boy, meeting the Dharma Protector Ming."
The middle-aged man had heard of Gong Moyan's nickname "soft bone" before, so he was not surprised by his behavior. However, he pretended to be surprised and chuckled.
"Gong Shengzi is really well-informed. As soon as I arrived, you were waiting at the door."
Gong Moyan immediately looked up upon hearing this, looking nervous:
“Please understand, Dharma Protector, I have not sent anyone to investigate the Dharma Protector’s whereabouts.
But ever since the news was reported, I have been worried and unable to sleep at night. I have been waiting at the door every day."
"I see."
The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows: "It was I who wrongly blamed Gong Shengzi."
"Ming Hufa's words are too kind."
Gong Moyan breathed a visibly relieved sigh and asked cautiously, "Why don't we go inside and discuss it in detail?"
The middle-aged man nodded with a smile, showing no sadness at all.
Seeing this, Gong Moyan became even more nervous and responded carefully.
Soon, the two men entered the inner hall for a detailed discussion, and the guards of both sides stayed on both sides of the door.
The gloomy old man glanced coldly at the three people opposite him.
One mortal attendant and two personal guards.
The number of attendants around this Gong Shengzi is really pitifully small.
He recalled the Saint Pavilion assessment from a few days ago and suddenly asked, "Are you two new here?"
Duan Ming was stunned, but Xiang Sheng had already answered: "Yes, I just arrived not long ago."
The gloomy old man nodded, "Come with me."
Xiang Sheng lowered his head slightly and followed directly. Duan Ming reacted and followed closely behind.
The three of them left the palace gate and came to a secluded rockery. The gloomy old man suddenly turned around and stared at Xiang Sheng and the other two, and asked directly:
"Have you two ever met the Holy Son of Mingzhe?"
When these words were spoken, Duan Ming was so frightened that his heart almost jumped out, and he even forgot what to say for a moment.
Xiang Sheng did not answer immediately.
The gloomy old man's eyes immediately turned cold. Just as he was about to take action, he heard Xiang Sheng say with a look of shame on his face:
"Sir, the two of us have ended up here by mistake because we are not familiar with the Twelve Holy Sons.
"I do not recognize the wise and wise son you mentioned."
The gloomy old man: "..."
He was originally wondering why so few people passed the Holy Pavilion's assessment this time, and there were not enough points for the first few Holy Sons.
Why would anyone want to follow a Saint Son like Gong Moyan, who has no future at all?
They turned out to be two ignorant idiots.
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