allendalepharm Chapter 110 The Location of the Tomb
Chapter 110 The Location of the Tomb
Chapter 110 The Location of the Tomb
"Sarang has been placed under house arrest by us, and this Muhe is the Grand Deacon of Hujin!" the mysterious gray-white man said solemnly.
"Household detention? You've detained Salang, so why don't you deal with him?" Mo Fan asked, somewhat surprised.
"We'd like to, but executing Salang would cost the lives of nearly 10 high-level mages, because we have no way of knowing who the real Salang is," Han Ji said.
Then, the mysterious gray-haired man began to recount in detail how they had placed the high-ranking officials of the ancient capital under house arrest.
"If only Salang could really be executed this way, as a cardinal, how could he dare to infiltrate the upper echelons without some means of self-preservation?" Lu Jie couldn't help but say upon hearing this.
Han Ji sighed, then gritted his teeth and said, "This is the decision of the Supreme Court. If Salang is not eliminated, he will inevitably cause even greater disaster. You have all seen how many lives and families have been lost in this catastrophe... We paid a huge price to narrow down the list to these high-ranking officials. If we don't kill him this time, we may never have another chance!"
No one knows how much they paid to find Salam. In fact, even without staging the fake substitution, summoning the high-ranking officials there would have resulted in the same house arrest plan.
The death of that double was precisely to further confirm the facts and convince the higher-ups that they were willing to be placed under house arrest...
For this very purpose, some people made sacrifices, and the number of corpses piled up to the point that Salam was placed under house arrest was so high that it was impossible to go so far.
Looking at this vast ocean of the dead, and at the city full of people crying and waiting to die in despair, can we really let Salang go?
What would other people or organizations do in this situation?
This decision is indeed quite unfair to the other innocent high-ranking officials, but they had no choice, really no choice!
"When will you carry out this decapitation plan?" Mo Fan asked seriously.
"When the corpses of the mountain attacked the security barrier," Han Ji said.
"Now that we know the identity of Grand Deacon Hujin, and since he is Salang's right-hand man, he must know who the real Salang is," Mo Fan said.
"This Grand Deacon of Tiger Ford must be in charge of everything for Salang. They have spies all over the city. As soon as our Imperial Guard mages are mobilized, he will surely escape," the mysterious gray-white man said.
"Let's go!" Mo Fan said in an icy voice.
"Yes, let's capture Mu He!" Zhou Min said.
"What makes you think you'll find this Tiger-Town Grand Steward?"
"We don't need to look for him, he will definitely come to us!" Mo Fan said confidently.
"Why? Then how did you get him to come to you?"
"I know a tea shop owner who contacts my uncle from time to time. I can pretend to seek refuge with him and then casually reveal the message I want to convey to him. He is a member of the Black Vatican, so he will definitely pass the message on to my uncle!" Mu Bai's eyes flashed with determination.
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Located south of the clock tower, this ancient museum does not house artifacts or documents, but rather testifies to the past glory of Kyushu's thousands of years of magical civilization.
When the disaster struck, the contents had already been stored in a warehouse.
Some things are indeed very important, and even after a person dies, these things must be preserved because they record the civilization of the ancients.
The museum is very large, resembling an ancient palace, with a dome reaching 15 meters high and towering pillars.
This place also became a refuge, and it was packed with people.
Mo Fan clutched a piece of paper in his hand. It had been handed to him by a stranger as soon as they arrived.
Let him go to the top of the museum alone!
Reaching the top of the museum, Mo Fan gazed at the approaching mountain corpse in the distance, his calm face revealing no emotion.
"Mo Fan, long time no see. How is your father, Mo Jiaxing, doing?" A voice sounded behind Mo Fan.
He slowly turned around and found that there was another person on the roof of the building. The person was wearing a raincoat, and the rain was hitting his body, vaguely outlining the silhouette of his somewhat tall figure.
Mo Fan already loathed this person, and now he was universally hated!
"My dad is doing fine, so you don't need to worry about him. I didn't expect you to actually show up in person; it's quite unexpected," Mo Fan said calmly.
"Hehe, you've already seen through me, why should I keep hiding anything? But Zhang Xiaohou is a surprise to me, he's incredibly resilient, he's still alive. But it doesn't matter now, it's a bit too late to think about it now. Oh right, the thing I regret most in my life is not causing some kind of accident to send your dad away, otherwise you little brat wouldn't have gotten me into all this trouble."
Mu He grinned, making no attempt to hide his smile.
Looking at the face under the raincoat hood, Mo Fan could tell it was indeed Mu He.
However, he felt uneasy. Had they lured him out so easily?
"You must be wondering why I showed up. As for why I brought you here, it's so you can enjoy this beautiful scenery with me!" Mu He spread his arms wide, looking extremely pleased.
"You want to rescue Salang?" Mo Fan questioned.
"Oh, you're quite clever. That's right, all this trouble we've gone through is to rescue Lord Salang, but Han Ji's decapitation plan is too heinous. We can't let Lord Salang die. I need you to pass on a message to Han Ji to cancel the decapitation plan. We'll give this city a chance to survive... Otherwise, hehe." Mu He sneered.
These words caused Mo Fan's heart to tremble violently!
He believed that those bastards were definitely capable of doing it!
"Hehe, it's no longer needed."
The next second, space itself began to distort, and a spatial vortex appeared on the top of the building.
Mo Fan looked up and saw a man dressed in a black robe with red cloud patterns and a purple vortex mask on his face.
Uchiha Obito?
He stared wide-eyed at everything in disbelief. Naruto had somehow wandered into the magical world?
"I never imagined this world would be so interesting. I wonder if it will be enough for me to keep going, hehe," the man said.
Mo Fan looked around, wondering how this method was exactly the same as that bastard Lao Lu's... Oh, I see!
"Who are you?" Mu He looked at the newcomer with wary eyes.
"The ancient king's tomb is truly interesting, built right in the Abyss of Evil. That's really fascinating," said the man in black robes with red cloud patterns.
Upon hearing this, Mu He's pupils constricted. How did he know?
"Now, you don't need to know why I know; just wait to die."
The next second, the man's figure vanished mysteriously, and Zhu Meng had already led his men over, surrounding Hu Jin's chief steward on the roof of the building.
He knew he couldn't escape, so he just stood there.
(End of this chapter)