Chapter 132: The Salted Fish Sect Leader

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Not knowing where the rest of the Salted Fish Sect members had gone, Lu Xiaofeng and the others were traveling with the only remaining conscience of the Salted Fish Sect.

Everyone walked towards the place where the music was coming from. The closer they got, the brighter the view became. The candlelight flickered and the shadows swayed.

A few people hid their bodies in the trees and looked inside quietly. It

was peaceful inside. Everyone played music in silence, but it was obvious that they were not very skilled. Several instruments played the same song, and each one was hoarse and unpleasant to the ear.

There were about a dozen people in the courtyard. They took turns and everyone quieted down.

Someone said coldly, "Keep practicing."

The person who spoke was a pretty girl sitting in the main seat, with a zither in front of her. The others were holding pipa or xiao, looking ashen, and the air was filled with a decadent atmosphere.

No one spoke. After the girl spoke for a while, someone silently played the instrument at hand. The sound of the strings was crisp and pleasant, and the tune could be heard. It was better than the last person's play. But

only slightly.

The girl in the main seat looked darker and darker as she listened, and people always felt that she would be furious in the next second.

However, until the fourth person started playing, the girl did not make any movements, only the ugly face showed her bad mood.

Several people saw that this group of people were not skilled but kept practicing, and it felt forced no matter how they looked at it.

Several people exchanged glances.

Sikong Zhaixing frowned: Go around or go straight in

Lu Xiaofeng frowned: Better go around.

Yidianhong held the hilt of the sword and looked at Wudu.

Wang Lianhua and Yu Tianbao were silent, and no one spoke.

As someone who had seen Wudu go deep into the enemy camp without caring about anything, it was obvious what choice Wudu would make in this situation.

While the two people behind him were still exchanging glances, Wudu walked out.

He was silent and suddenly floated away. When Lu Xiaofeng and Sikong Zhaixing reacted, Wudu had already appeared under the candlelight, and his shadow was shaking on the ground.

At this time, Beef Soup in the courtyard could no longer bear it, and slammed the table and stood up, saying: "It's so ugly! Stop it!"

"Palace Master--" someone replied sadly, "It's too difficult."

"If you are difficult, then it's not difficult for me!" Beef Soup said angrily.

"But--" Everyone in the courtyard still felt wronged.

"Don't say buts, do it well for me if you don't want to be--"

Beef Soup didn't finish her words, because she suddenly noticed that there was a person at the edge of the courtyard gate.

She looked there slowly.

The masked black-clothed boy stood there silently, his eyes were like a deep pool, reflecting the bright candlelight, and he looked at her intently and quietly.

Beef Soup was startled, and then thought of the words of the head of the Salted Fish Sect, and immediately recognized Wu Du's identity. His expression became even more sour, and he looked at Wu Du with a cold face.

Can anyone come to the Nameless Island?

She was unhappy and didn't want to speak. The other people who discovered Wu Du's figure one after another didn't speak either. They just looked at Wu Du silently.

With their dead faces, the swaying candlelight, and the soft moonlight seemed to become cold, the atmosphere was quite weird.

Bu Zao, the culprit: ... He didn't seem to let these people play ghosts.

Yu Tianbao, who was hiding in the corner of the tree shadow behind him, had a pounding heart, and Wang Lianhua was thinking about it, quietly retreating, and Sikong Zhaixing also retreated.

Lu Xiaofeng and Yidianhong stared with surprise at the two people who were about to slip away.

Sikong Zhaixing was still in the mood to smile at them, and Wang Lianhua disappeared into the dim forest without looking back.

Lu Xiaofeng glanced at Wudu's back, stroked his beard, gestured to Yidianhong, and slipped out.

It was late at night, a good time to investigate, not to mention that it was a rare opportunity to come to such a mysterious island, so of course he had to find out the details.

Yidianhong looked at Lu Xiaofeng's cheerful back.

When Yu Tianbao came to his senses, only Yidianhong was left behind him.

He was shocked and grabbed Yidianhong's clothes and tried to convey his doubts with his eyes. At this time, Niuroutang just discovered Wudu, and the courtyard was in a strange silence.

Yidianhong thought for a moment, silently pulled out his sleeve, and took Yu Tianbao out of the shadow of the tree and came to Wudu's side.

Wudu glanced at the two people, and didn't react much to the fact that there were only two people left. He looked at the beef soup on the main seat and asked, "Hello, do you know Bu Zao?"

When they heard this name, everyone in the courtyard showed a slightly resistant attitude, their faces were ugly, and even the hands holding the musical instruments became stiff.

Who is Bu Zao? He

is the chef brought to Shaman by the Ninth Master. He is a guy who is a bit introverted and quiet with a weak presence. This is the first impression of Bu Zao after he landed on the island.

It has been nearly a month since Bu Zao landed on the island. From the time he landed on the island and worked quietly as a chef to the time he put on a mask and beat everyone up, it was only six days. In the following twenty days, the people on Wuming Island were under the tyranny of the Salted Fish Sect Leader and could not resist.

It’s not that no one resisted, but the old man and the Ninth Young Master were seriously injured, and the rest of the people were also injured to varying degrees when they were beaten. No matter whether they used covert or overt tactics, they didn’t even touch the hair of the leader of the Salted Fish Sect.

Before Gong Jiu and others returned to the island, they had been on the island. They had only heard a little about the appearance of the leader of the Salted Fish Sect, and did not expect him to be so strange.

And his strength was far beyond people’s expectations.

The old man was the strongest person on the island, but the rest were not bad either. They could be ranked among the top martial artists in the world. After all, Wuming Island had the secrets of the major sects, and the old man was also good at teaching and guiding. The people on the island were always confident.

But all of them were defeated by one person.

The old man was once recognized by everyone on the island as the best in the world. Even if it was not known to the world, the fact was irrefutable and deeply rooted in people's hearts.

The leader of the Salted Fish Sect broke their cognition and told them that there are people better than them.

The silence of the people in the courtyard revealed a very clear attitude. Yidianhong frowned slightly. At this time, Niu Niu Tang stood up and took the initiative to break the silence. He wiped away the gloom just now and smiled: "Bu Zao, you said that the chef is dead."

Yidianhong took a step forward, his eyes were shaking:

"How could he die?"

Compared to Yidianhong's reaction, Wudu's reaction seemed a bit indifferent and quite calm.

"Because he doesn't want to be a chef anymore." Niu Niu Tang said coldly, "No matter how good a cook he is, he won't live long on the island."

Bu Zao was speechless: Don't let people die so casually.

Wudu said: "If he's alive, I want to see him in person. If he's dead, I want to see his body. Can you please tell me where Bu Zao's body is?"

Such polite words and deeds surprised Niu Niu Tang and the rest of the people in the courtyard. They were used to the unreasonableness of the head of the Salted Fish Sect, and everyone had a bad impression of the Salted Fish Sect.

Niu Niu Tang was surprised, but he thought to himself that these disciples of the Salted Fish Sect really didn't know the identity of their master.

Otherwise, I wouldn't ask such a question... Salted Fish Pie is really sick.

Beef Soup thought and said, "Throw it into the sea to feed the fish."

She really hated Bu Zao. She hated him for acting so well and fooling everyone, and she hated him for being so arrogant on the nameless island.

All her unhappiness turned into nonsense, so that she could vent her dissatisfaction when she was powerless.

Yidianhong frowned and said, "You are talking nonsense."

In fact, he had already equated Bu Zao with the leader of the Salted Fish Pie, and he was just waiting to see it with his own eyes to confirm his guess.

Beef Soup looked nonchalant: "Anyway, the body has been eaten by fish. If you want to look for it, just jump into the sea and look for it. I have nothing to say."

Wu Du looked at her steadily for a while and said, "Can I go and see his belongings?"

"Of course, the unlucky things will be thrown away as well."

Beef Soup leaned back and looked at Wu Du with a smile: "What is your relationship with Bu Zao? Is he a chef worth your help?"

Wu Du said, "I haven't seen this man yet."

Yidianhong followed up with "I know him."

"You are... Yidianhong."

Beef Soup understood immediately. Yidianhong, like her, also saw a lively, cheerful and normal Bu Zao.

Beef Soup waved her hand and said, "You two have come from a long way. I'm sorry I can't entertain you. Please find a place to rest."

Normally, Beef Soup would never react like this to an intruder, but Bu Zao had instructed her and the rest of the people on the island not to react to anyone who might come later, let alone reveal his identity.

It was impossible to get everyone to obey, and Bu Zao threw out the bait that he had poisoned, so everyone bit it tightly and thought that Bu Zao was a lunatic.

Although he was a lunatic, he was a lunatic that no one could resist.

Yidianhong and Yutianbao were obviously surprised by the generosity of beef soup, but Wudu remained calm and nodded to thank beef soup: "Thank you."

He turned around and asked Wudu, Yidianhong and Yutianbao to leave.

Not long after they left, the unpleasant music sounded behind them again, weak and powerless, as if someone was strangling their throats and blowing.

Yutianbao looked back and was confused: "We have already entered the island, how can they still have the mood to play music?"

Why else could it be?

Because the head of the sect gave them a deadline to learn the music, and then they would play music to entertain him.

Yidianhong frowned and said: "Something is wrong." He looked at Wudu with a questioning look.

Wu Du concluded, "She's lying. When she mentioned Bu Zao, she gritted her teeth. Bu Zao should not be dead."

Yi Dian Hong said, "She seems to allow us to walk around. Is she too confident?"

Yu Tian Bao curled his lips, "I think the whole yard is very scary. Even with the candles, it feels dark there."

This angle of complaint is a bit strange, and Bu Zao was a little amused.

The three of them went to find the cook Bu Zao, and the other three Lu Xiaofeng who left did not go with them. After all, they ran faster than each other, and they could run far away in a short time difference.

Wang Lianhua walked in the night, looking around curiously and a little excited. He

had been traveling with several people before, and he had never felt the excitement of being in someone else's base camp. But he felt that way after traveling alone.

He had walked stealthily enough. When he passed a bush, a shadow suddenly appeared on the ground in front of him. Wang Linhua tried to hide, but the man had already floated in front of him. He

had long hair and was dressed in white. He wore a pale smiling mask on his face, and looked at him silently. The eyes on the mask were like the abyss.

This man was dressed in white.

Wang Linhua stared at the mask and thought to himself, although the leader of the Salted Fish Sect that Lu Xiaofeng and the others had seen was dressed in black, the mask was exactly the same.

"Are you the leader of the Salted Fish Sect?"

Wang Linhua asked.

The masked man in white was silent for a moment and nodded slowly.

That smile made Wang Linhua feel uncomfortable.

Wang Linhua said, "So you are Bu Zao."

The man in white laughed out loud, his voice dull, "I am not. Bu Zao is already dead."

Wang Linhua was shocked, "He is dead. I heard that he was a very likable person. The people on this island were willing to kill him. They are really ruthless."

The masked man in white said, "He is really likable."

Wang Linhua said, "What is your relationship with Bu Zao? Are you here to collect his body?"

The man in white stopped talking again.

Wang Linhua smiled and said, "Some people say that you are very strong. They feel creepy when they see you. Why don't I feel that way? Are you really the leader of the Salted Fish Sect?"

As if he was disdainful of answering this question, the man in white remained silent, just slightly raised his chin, and looked down at Wang Linhua.

The eyes behind the mask were hidden in the shadows and could not be seen clearly.

Wang Linhua was confused. If Lu Xiaofeng or Sikong Zhaixing were here, they would have concluded that the man in white was not the leader of the Salted Fish Sect. But Wang Linhua was alone, and she felt strange, and she had no evidence.

Gong Jiu raised his hand to adjust his mask, and his mood was as calm as the setting sun.

He did this, of course, not because he had nothing to do.

After asking the people on the island to make fun of him, the real leader of the Salted Fish Sect said that his disciples might go to the island, and asked everyone on the island not to interfere with their actions.

Gong Jiu understood at that time that even if he didn't mention taking Bu Zao back to the island, Bu Zao would find a way to get on the island and then attract his disciples.

The head of the Salted Fish Sect mentioned his disciples in a nonchalant tone, and Gong Jiu couldn't tell his attitude. And Bu Zao asked him to play the role of the head of the Salted Fish Sect, which Gong Jiu couldn't understand even more.

At this moment, standing under the moon, Gong Jiu's mind kept reverberating with the words Bu Zao had said to him.

Wang Lianhua spoke again, and his voice interrupted Gong Jiu's thoughts.

He said, "Your disciples are looking for you, and they also want to find Bu Zao. Since Bu Zao is dead, you can go with me to see them."

"Why?"

Gong Jiu said so.

He felt that his words would sound like what the real head of the Salted Fish Sect said.

Wang Lianhua frowned and said nothing. He wanted to say something, but he still doubted the identity of the leader in front of him.

Gong Jiu walked to the other side, leaving Wang Lianhua behind.

Wang Lianhua strode after him: "Leader of the Salted Fish Sect! Why are you here?"

Regardless of whether this person was real or fake, Wang Lianhua decided to call him the Salted Fish Sect Leader.

He only heard the man in white say: "Wait until they find me."

Wang Lianhua sneered: "How old are you, and you are still playing hide-and-seek?"

Gong Jiu said nothing.

He was very interested in the fact that the disciples of the Salted Fish Sect gathered here, and he was very interested in the good show that was about to unfold.

A gust of wind suddenly came from behind. It was Wang Lianhua's attempt. Although Gong Jiu was injured, he could still handle a few more.

After a few moves, Wang Lianhua was the first to stop, with a serious look in his eyes.

He was very strong, but would he really make Lu Xiaofeng and Sikong Zhaixing jealous?

Gong Jiu rubbed his wrist slowly. There was a circle of dark purple on it, as if it was tightly bound by something.

Wang Lianhua's eyes froze and asked, "You are injured?"

Gong Jiu smiled and slowly pulled up a section of his sleeve, revealing more strange scars: "Do you want to see it?"

Those were like the marks left after being whipped. Wang Lianhua's scalp tingled for some reason.

Gong Jiu put down his sleeves, turned around and continued to move forward. His voice floated in the wind: "Boring."

The man in white clothes gradually went away. This time Wang Lianhua did not chase him.

He looked at his hands thoughtfully.

Just now Wang Lianhua wanted to knock off the other party's mask, but it was tied very tightly. With the moonlight, he saw the other party's eyes clearly.

Those were not "amber eyes".

If this person is really the leader of the Salted Fish Sect... it is really... strange.