With just one precise sentence, Yan Jiu shattered Hou Ming and Chen Cheng's feigned innocence.
However.
Chen Cheng had finally managed to find Lang Zongyi's "mistake," but now that Lang Zongyi was gone, he couldn't prove his innocence.
Chen Cheng had all the advantages of timing, location, and popular support, so naturally he didn't want to miss this golden opportunity to force Zong Yi to step down.
Chen Cheng's eyes flickered: "We're just guessing. Someone like Director Lang wouldn't kill someone just because he's gone mad. Even if he did, it would be understandable."
He deliberately spoke with an understatement, as if he were making excuses for the other person, but in reality, he was blocking their path.
Yan Jiu crossed his arms and looked at Chen Cheng and Hou Ming.
These two are quite cunning.
He had many criticisms of Lang Zongyi, which showed that he had long been subservient to others and was unwilling to be mediocre.
Chu Sisi's skill level has improved significantly.
Lang Zongyi's mental state did indeed seem bad, and even she remembered how Lang Zongyi had tricked her, but that was no excuse for Chen Cheng and Hou Ming to put others down.
Yan Jiu stuck the bamboo stick into the ground and said, "Are you two proper Taoist priests? If you don't have any evidence, you'll just keep babbling on and on. People who don't know the situation will think you're here to cause trouble."
She doesn't know why.
I really don't want Lang Zongyi to be smeared by villains.
She attributed this to the fact that Lang Zongyi was her client, and she didn't want her client to be humiliated.
Yan Jiu draped his arm over one end of the bamboo, his tone extremely unpleasant, as if he could pick up the bamboo and beat someone up at any moment.
Hou Ming growled, "We are, of course, legitimate Taoist priests!"
Yan Jiu replied, "Is that so? I don't believe it."
Hou Ming choked: "We have Taoist certificates!"
Yan Jiu still said, "Is that so? I don't believe it."
Hou Ming was so angry he almost fainted.
Chen Cheng stopped Hou Ming: "It's our fault for making unfounded assumptions. The best course of action now is to find Director Lang first."
Yan Jiu walked forward: "Oh, so you know you're here to see someone? That's impressive. I'll give you a certificate later. You submit a report, and I'll have Director Lang approve it."
Chen Cheng clenched his back teeth.
Silently repeat: Don't get angry, he can't get angry.
However, when Yan Jiu ordered him to carry Hai Ge's corpse on his back, he ultimately failed to maintain his good temper.
Chen Cheng shouted in disbelief, "Why am I carrying a corpse?!"
When is it necessary for him to handle this kind of work?
He knew without even thinking that Yan Jiu was doing this either intentionally or deliberately.
Yan Jiu shrugged and said, "You can carry him in a princess carry, he's already dead, so we shouldn't be too formal."
Chen Cheng: "..." Did I mean the issue of form?
He took a few deep breaths.
When Hou Ming suggested that he carry it on his back.
Chen Cheng stopped Hou Ming: "Why are we the ones who came? Where is the Chief Advisor?"
He wanted to see if Yan Jiu could still pretend to be deaf and dumb after he had said all that!
If Yan Jiu tries to use respect for the elderly and care for the young as an excuse, he can seize the opportunity to find fault with the other party's attempt to shirk responsibility.
At that time.
He then spread the word.
There are many people who have something to say about Yan Jiu.
Then I heard it.
Yan Jiu said earnestly, "Yes, if there's anything that might cause trouble but I can help, just let me know."
Chen Cheng/Hou Ming: "..."
The mountain god couldn't help but laugh out loud.
He finally understood that no one could make Yan Jiu hold back his words, and no one could exchange more than two blows with Yan Jiu.
Hou Ming took several deep breaths.
He could not allow Chen Cheng to lower himself.
final.
Hou Ming reluctantly carried the corpse on his back, his resentment towards Yan Jiu growing with each passing second.
The mountain god sighed, "A blood-sucking monster is hiding here. If Wu Jiu, the first master of Zhifan Forest, knew about it, I wonder if he would be so angry that he would come back to life."
Yan Jiu tapped the giant tree beside her with a bamboo stick, implying something: "If I were her, I would charge admission and issue bloodsucking licenses. Unlicensed bloodsuckers would bang their heads on the ground to feed them."
Mountain God: "..." It still has to be you.
Chen Cheng and Hou Ming exchanged glances several times, both seeing the words "terrifying" in each other's eyes.
Whether it was the power of Yan Jiu's words or not, the giant tree shook its leaves under Yan Jiu's tapping.
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Fallen leaves drift in the wind.
It tumbled down the bushes with a soft thud, crossing the eerie and terrifying forest to reach its deepest part.
Deeper into the Zhifan Forest, it seemed to be shrouded in a deathly fog, with countless coffins standing and placed on the desolate land.
There are over a thousand black wooden coffins.
If the thick fog were blown away and viewed from above, the coffins would be arranged according to the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams formation.
A mournful atmosphere lingered in the wind, brushing past the coffins with their seams ajar. At that moment, it seemed as if some death story was being unearthed along with the coffins.
A crow landed on the coffin.
A fallen leaf suddenly swept by.
The crows took flight in fright.
It flapped its wings and disappeared into the horizon.
The fallen leaves eventually landed in the center of the Bagua formation, where only a figure sat cross-legged in meditation.
He wore a blue robe that covered his thin frame, his long hair was tied up with a tree branch, and he wore a smiling mask on his face.
It's hard to imagine.
The refined and cultured man would be surrounded by countless coffins.
He had a paper fan tucked into his waistband, and as he reached out to catch a fallen leaf, the fan flew out and opened on its own.
The fan surface conjured up the figures of Yan Jiu and his companions.
The green-faced man's gaze fell on Yan Jiu.
Before he could react.
A teleportation array lit up in the void, and a phantom stepped out from it.
The paper fan closed on its own.
They hid Yan Jiu and the others.
The newcomer was shrouded in a black cloak, obscuring his appearance: "The nine great magical artifacts will eventually appear. Green Face, are you still unwilling to hand over the Three Pure Ones Bell?"
The blue-faced man gave a harmless laugh: "What, do you also want to help those Asuras snatch some loot?"
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