NIP Chapter 109 Hu Jin's True Identity
Chapter 109 Hu Jin's True Identity
Chapter 109 Hu Jin's True Identity
Fang Gu slowly walked out from the side, coldly glancing at the trembling Huacun villagers.
"How did you know?" Liu Ru asked.
"I've fought with them. I left one alive, and he only confessed under severe torture," Fang Gu said.
"If you had kept that person alive, you could probably have learned even more information," Liu Ru said.
Lu Jie then spoke up: "The Black Vatican's hierarchy and identities are very tight. Salang's plan is so grand that those blue-robed deacons probably only know a part of it. To know the whole story, the only way is to take down that Tiger Jin Grand Deacon."
"Monkey, since you didn't see what he looked like, why did they insist on killing you?" Mo Fan asked, puzzled.
"Because I heard his voice, and it sounded familiar, but I really couldn't remember who he was..." Zhang Xiaohou said.
"familiar?"
"Yes, I'm sure I heard it in Bocheng, but the rain made it noisy. But if I listened to it again, I would definitely be able to tell the difference!" Zhang Xiaohou said earnestly.
Everyone frowned, and Mo Fan's breathing became heavy.
It turns out the Black Vatican had been lurking among them all along!
"Yu Ang was from the Black Vatican back then, could it be..." Lu Jie offered a guess.
"That old bastard Mu Zhuoyun?" Mo Fan said.
Zhang Xiaohou shook his head and said, "No, it's not him, but I'm sure it's someone from the Mu family, but I just can't remember who it is."
"Let's go find Mu Bai and the others first. They've been in the ancient capital for a long time, so they might be able to help us find that Tiger Jin Grand Steward. Also, we must tell Zhu Meng and the others about this," Mo Fan said.
"I'll go with you guys, so we can look out for each other," Fang Gu said.
"Huh, I thought you were going to kill the rest of them." Lu Jie looked at Fang Gu with surprise.
"That old bastard Xie Sang is dead. The wronged have their culprits, and the debtors have their debtors. He was the one who refused to let the people from our village into Hua Village. Now that he's dead, everything has vanished... When we get to the inner city, I will go to the court to turn myself in. Of course, that's on the condition that we all survive."
As he spoke, Fang Gu glanced back at what was behind him.
A vast, dark mass, a truly startling sight!
Unbeknownst to them, the sea of the dead had already engulfed a kilometer in depth. When the deafening roar reached a certain point, the world fell into a deathly silence!
As they were leaving, they saw several guard mages fly over and land around them.
"May I ask who Fang Gu is?" the leading guard mage asked with a cold gaze.
Fang Gu stepped forward and said, "That's me."
He then chuckled self-deprecatingly and said, "I never expected that a sinner like me would have such an honor, requiring Chief Guardian Mage Lu Huan to personally arrest me. In the midst of such a catastrophe, you Guardian Mages still have the mind to care about a sinner like me; you are truly something else."
Lu Huan did not respond to his words, but said to Lu Jie and the others, "Gentlemen, please come with me to a place."
At first, everyone thought they would be invited to the Clock Tower Magic Association, but instead they drifted to a courtyard.
They also saw Mu Bai, Zhou Min, and a few others there.
After Lu Huan dropped them off here, he left, and then the Imperial Guards led Lu Jie and the others inside.
A lot of people were housed in the courtyard, all hiding inside the houses. Boxes filled with various supplies were piled up everywhere, leaving only a narrow path for people to barely pass through.
"Please make yourselves at home." At that moment, an elderly man slowly walked out.
They sat on the box, and then the old man slowly bowed to them and said, "Gentlemen, thank you for escorting Fang Gu here. On behalf of the High Council of the Magic Association, I thank you."
Everyone was confused. Shouldn't it be about judging Fang Gu's crimes? What does this mean?
"Fang Gu, do you still have some Kun Well water?" The old man bowed and then looked directly at Fang Gu, asking.
"Why are you asking this? Aren't you here to interrogate me?" Fang Gu asked, puzzled.
Those scoundrels want Kun Well water, so why is even the Magic Association asking about this?
"Your sins can be dealt with later. The lives of the people in the city are the most important thing now. Only the water of Kun Well can neutralize the Black Church's Nine Nether Dew. We expect you to hand over the water of Kun Well immediately so that the souls of the dead may rest in peace." Han Ji's tone was calm, but his eyes revealed an unyielding and sharp authority that commanded respect.
"I'm sorry, I've already used the last portion of Kun Well water. If you can retrieve it, please feel free to use any means necessary," Fang Gu said, summoning a dark red skull.
Han Ji sighed, muttering to himself like a deranged old man, "It's no use... Our fate is sealed, our fate is sealed..."
"Brother Fan, isn't the Earthly Holy Spring in your hands?" Zhang Xiaohou suddenly had a flash of inspiration and said to Mo Fan.
Upon hearing this, Han Ji's eyes lit up, and he looked at Mo Fan, asking, "Is it the Earthly Sacred Spring of Bo City?"
Before Mo Fan could speak, a person dressed in a gray-white robe with a veiled face walked out, his exposed eyes fixed on Mo Fan.
"Yes, there are, but their situations are similar to Fang Gu's," Mo Fan replied.
The Earthly Holy Spring had long since transformed into the River Styx within the little mudfish. This might have been acceptable earlier, but not now.
"I don't understand, is there any connection between the Earthly Sacred Spring and the Kun Well?" Mu Bai asked, puzzled.
At this moment, Zhang Xiaohou said, "Actually, we Bocheng people were originally a branch of a dilapidated village. Later, we migrated to the south and, after a long period of reproduction, we came to be Bocheng."
"Alas, this plan is difficult to implement. The ancient king will eventually awaken, and everything will be annihilated." Han Ji seemed to have foreseen this outcome, and said with a look of desolation in his eyes.
"There is still hope, as long as we find the tomb of the ancient king." The mysterious gray-haired man showed no sign of giving up.
"More than two thousand years have passed since that era, and no one has ever been able to find his tomb. But we will soon find out that after he awakens, this city will become a paradise for the dead!" Han Ji said.
"By the way, Mu Bai, didn't you say you had someone you suspected?" At this moment, Mo Fan remembered something and asked Mu Bai.
"You know Yu Ang, right? After my mother found out he was a member of the Black Church, she said that if my uncle hadn't recommended him to Mu Zhuoyun, he wouldn't be living such a good life," Mu Bai said.
"Your uncle recommended him, Yu Ang... it's highly likely that he is the Grand Steward of Hujin." Lu Jie put these things together and said with certainty.
Upon hearing the name Mu He, Zhang Xiaohou's body trembled violently, followed by a splitting pain in his head.
Upon seeing this, Han Ji quickly stepped forward, grabbed his wrist, and tore open his sleeve!
A black, centipede-like mark was clearly visible on Zhang Xiaohou's arm, looking as if it were embedded in his flesh, appearing extremely ferocious!
"Forget-the-insects!!!" Han Ji exclaimed in surprise.
But then, Zhang Xiaohou squeezed out these words through gritted teeth, his voice filled with anguish: "Mu He! It's Mu He!! And...and..."
"Stop right now, are you out of your mind?!" Han Ji roared.
Lu Jie acted swiftly, delivering a powerful chop to the back of his neck, forcibly knocking him unconscious.
The moment his hand made contact with the back of Zhang Xiaohou's neck, the noble horse also expelled the deadly worms from his body.
Mu Bai stood there, stunned, muttering to himself, "How is this possible... how is this possible..."
(End of this chapter)