Chapter 104

A friend, not an enemy.

As soon as the result came out, everyone in the conference room breathed a sigh of relief regardless of what they were thinking.

In the surface world, anyone who can cause such a strange phenomenon in the universe, no matter who he is, as long as he is not a fool, he will know that he must be a powerful boss.

If people can do good, no one will think of making enemies.

This result is truly a blessing in disguise.

"Half of the people will stay behind to make arrangements, and the Internet Department of the Irregular Affairs Office will pay attention to the news on the Internet. If they can't suppress it, they will guide it. Public opinion cannot be disrupted." The result was announced, and the director of the Irregular Affairs Office, Jiang Jiang, stood up. She said without question, "The other half will follow me to Chongming City."

Everyone knows that since they are friends rather than enemies, they naturally have to demonstrate their official goodwill.

Even if we just meet, it's good to have a brief conversation.

Jiang Jiang held in her hand an extremely rare long-distance group space teleportation talisman, with a complicated look in her eyes. She looked up at the sky, and the phantom of the tea tree that blocked out the sun had disappeared.

...Another tree.

She collected her scattered thoughts and activated the spell without hesitation. The light of the spell enveloped the small area. A few seconds later, half of the people in the emergency meeting were gone, and many people suddenly appeared at the messy entrance of Taishan Happy Land Community.

Most of the half who came were very powerful, and each had some mysterious spells. After casting the spells, everyone could see the reverse fountain which had become much thinner, but was still spectacular and shocking.

Someone murmured, "How can there be something in this world that goes against the laws of nature like the Fusu Formation..."

Someone nearby echoed: "The person who designed this formation is crazy———"

Jiang Jiang suddenly used a silencing spell on this person: "Misfortune comes from the mouth, be careful with your words."

Jiang Jiang has been the director of the Special Affairs Bureau for more than twenty years. As long as it doesn't involve issues of principle, she is usually very easy to get along with and talk to. After she used the silencing spell, the others who were still mumbling a little immediately shut up, and the whole team fell silent.

Jiang Jiang led the way into the community. Not far away, he saw eight corpses lying in all directions, wearing special forces combat uniforms. Not far from the corpses, stood a pale-faced man in a long gown.

When a normal person sees this scene, they would first suspect the murderer to be the only person alive, but Jiang Jiang is different.

She sighed, with sorrow in her eyes, avoiding the remains of the eight comrades, walked up to the standing person, and performed a unique greeting from the other world: "Thank you, Mr. Buyehou, for your help."

But the Marquis of Buye in front of her ignored her.

Jiang Jiang saw that his eyes were fixed on the core of the formation, which was the location of the disaster beast Fei, as if he was in a trance.

Thinking about the top-secret information she had seen since the appearance of the Night Marquis, Jiang Jiang's heart sank. Countless pros and cons passed through her mind, and finally turned into a very obscure temptation:

"The ancient sealing formation similar to Mount Tai was created by the Phoenix, but after that person's death, no one has been able to repair this formation."

Perhaps one of her key words finally touched the senior. She heard the senior, Buyehou, say in a somewhat frivolous voice: "...Phoenix?"

Jiang Jiang had a clue in her mind. She felt that she had vaguely touched the edge of the truth. After hesitating for a few seconds, she made a prompt decision: "Senior Fenghuang is going through the calamity of Nirvana on Chaoshan Mountain."

She paused, her voice filled with sadness and despair: "It's a pity that you... haven't gotten over this disaster yet."

The long eyelashes of Buyehou trembled slightly: "Where is Chaoshan?"

"Northwest direction, Danggui Town."

After she finished speaking, Buyehou turned around and met her eyes.

From a distance, she saw a pair of beautiful red eyes, but there seemed to be a layer of gray in those eyes, which were out of focus and dull.

Jiang Jiang's heart tensed up, and he couldn't help but take a step forward: "Senior?!"

"I'll leave the rest to you." The pale-faced senior said in a calm tone, "Thank you."

Then Jiang Jiang's eyes blurred, and the Marquis of Buye disappeared without a trace, just like the shadow of the tea tree that blocked out the sky before.

*

Yu Tu's perception spread infinitely along with the branches and leaves of the tea tree that blocked out the sky. After spreading to a certain extent, he suddenly felt tired and extremely empty.

Oh, the energy is running out.

The word "exhausted" was too scary, and Yu Tu's drowsy senses were instantly awakened.

How hard it is to hold on to energy!!!

He tried desperately to retract his perception, determined to put an end to unnecessary extravagance and waste. What he didn't see was that as his perception retreated, the phantom of the tea tree visible to those who had practiced cultivation in the sky quickly faded, and then disappeared without a trace between heaven and earth.

The phantom disappeared, but his perception was still scattered. Fortunately, he had already dispelled the "epidemic" attached to the eight corpses, and the bodies of the heroes were able to rest in peace. There was no danger around, and he had enough time to retract his perception.

It felt like someone was talking in my ear, like an old radio that was stuck and kept saying:

"It seems that the seal formation...came from the Phoenix...but...it's a new formation..."

Yu Tu: “……?”

What?

His tired and exhausted perception only caught a complete word, and he subconsciously read it out: "...Phoenix?"

The old-fashioned radio continued to ring intermittently. Yu Tu couldn't hear it clearly, but he felt that he couldn't stay here any longer. Just to weaken the unknown formation, he felt as if his whole body was hollowed out. If he stayed and continued to break the formation, he felt that he would have to work until the end of time to earn back his energy.

He tried to control his body, recalling the intermittent voice just now: "Where is Chaoshan?"

It sounds like a place name. He can use the excuse of having something to do to go there. The shabby stall over here...the person he's talking to should be able to handle it, right?

The voice seemed to have moved one step forward. Yu Tu stared with extremely tired eyes. In the blurry and overlapping vision, he vaguely saw the familiar combat uniform.

Official people, it’s settled!

Senior...are you calling him?

Yu Tu tried hard to straighten his tongue, and spoke slowly, trying to make his words clear. Even though he was drowsy, he still remembered to maintain his character as the Marquis of Buye: "I'll leave the rest of this to you."

Yu Tu felt a pang of conscience as he had to hand over the mess that he couldn't handle himself to the authorities. "Thank you."

He remembered the intermittent voice just now saying that Chaoshan was in the "northwest direction, Danggui Town". Yu Tu used his hazy perception to judge the direction and ran away decisively.

If you don't run now, when will you run?

*

Because of the extreme guilt brought about by losing the shabby stall, the dazed Yu Tu used the little bit of energy he had left to run away extremely fast, as fast as lightning. But a little bit of energy is just a little bit of energy, and it was used up in an instant.

Yu Tu stopped his sneaky steps halfway up Chaoshan Mountain.

His head became even more dizzy, and he wanted to have a good sleep. It was as if he had stayed up all night for three consecutive days during his senior year review, and had to do ten math papers in a row. His English teacher would take advantage of the situation and ask students to write down words in the middle of the papers.

He is really sleepy!

But Yu Tu was careful to perform the whole act, so if he was going to Chaoshan, he had to go to Chaoshan. There were no trees on Chaoshan except on the top of the mountain, only short grass. So he climbed to the top of the mountain and then found a secluded forest to hide in and take a nap.

Anyway, he is from the plant family and has a natural affinity for plants, so let those trees provide him with cover.

He couldn't be seen leaving his shabby stall and going to sleep. That would be wrong.

With this firm belief, Yu Tu climbed up to the top of the mountain step by step. After an unknown amount of time, he finally reached the top.

On the top of the mountain is a majestic sycamore forest. Although it is midsummer, the ground is covered with thick fallen leaves.

In a normal sycamore forest, the leaves on the trees are always a mixture of yellow-green, deep red, and light red in autumn. But in the sycamore forest here, whether it is the leaves on the trees or the fallen leaves on the ground, they are all a blanket of intense red.

Staring at this red color for a long time will make people feel dizzy, as if they are in an endless sea of ​​fire.

Yu Tu felt his eyelids getting heavier and heavier as he groaned. He looked up at the sky. The branches of the phoenix trees were intertwined, and the red leaves all over the sky looked like flames that were about to fall.

He blinked slowly.

I'm so sleepy, I can't stand it anymore.

Yu Tu was now walking completely on instinct. His foot was caught by a tree root protruding from under the thick fallen leaves. After staggering a step, Yu Tu decided to give up.

He would lean against the tree and take a nap for a while, and he would ask the sycamore trees next to him to help him keep an eye on the surroundings.

Yu Tu found a sturdy sycamore tree nearby. The thick fallen leaves blocked the humidity on the top of the mountain. He sat under the tree, leaning his back against the trunk, closed his eyes tiredly, and fell into a deep sleep in an instant.

The wind swept through the sycamore forest covered with red leaves. The branches shook, and more red leaves fluttered down, like a rain of fire.

Some of the red sycamore leaves fell on his knees, some fell on his hands, and some fell into his arms.

If someone comes here, he will see a pale-faced person taking a rest in a pile of fiery red fallen leaves, as if he has finally reached the end after a long journey.