SFS Chapter 251 Doubts
Chapter 251 Doubts
At this moment, upon closer inspection, there are eighteen hexagonal images on the small flying thunderstone.
Because the Flying Thunder Stone was a magical artifact that Yang Silang had refined, he could see eighteen images simultaneously in his soul even though he appeared to be resting with his eyes closed.
There were no unusual occurrences in any of the previous images, with only occasional birds and animals passing by.
Yang Silang found it tedious and began to wonder if he was being too sensitive.
Inside the Niwan Palace.
The spirit of my aunt appeared. Today, she had changed her hairstyle and tied her hair into a high ponytail. She was wearing a bellyband and had her bottom exposed, giving me a sweet, childlike reminder.
"Nephew...we're almost out of the area."
"I can barely see the image on the other side of the clone."
Yang Silang opened his eyes, his soul resurfacing.
"Hmm, maybe I guessed wrong."
"Later, Da Niu and I will ride the red horse, and Da Qing will go back and bring you back to retrieve your clone."
The aunt said excitedly.
"Okay, I want to ride a big horse..."
"Daqing is a donkey..."
"I don't care, it's Malaysia..."
The two are arguing.
My aunt suddenly exclaimed "Eh!"
"Look, someone's coming."
A thought struck her.
Inside the Niwan Palace, the images captured by the clone were immediately projected.
All that could be seen was that canyon.
Suddenly, a man and a wolf appeared.
The wolf looked like a calf, very fierce, with glossy fur.
It was equipped with a full set of saddles, and a man sat on the saddle.
The man's skin was even paler than Li Hui's, and he jumped off the saddle.
He bent down and picked up a star chart.
There is a red star on this plate, and the cardinal directions are marked around it. The red star on the mirror is moving slowly.
As soon as the man landed, Yang Silang noticed his unusual physique. It turned out that although the man's upper body did not look particularly strong, he had a pair of muscular thighs.
His muscles were bulging, making his pants look tight.
He was dressed in silk clothes, wearing fast boots, and carrying a straight knife on his back.
Yang Silang squinted.
The man's clothes were those of an ordinary martial artist, nothing special, but Yang Silang had seen those boots before!
These are thin-soled cowhide boots with a low waist and an eagle embroidered on them.
Yang Silang remembered that Chief Constable Xu Huaihua and his men also wore similar boots.
Xu Huaihua's boots were embroidered with golden eagles, and several of the constables had embroidered eagles and dogs on their boots.
Generally speaking, the embroidered eagle is of a higher rank.
and so.
Is this person from the Six Doors?
Who sent them?
Is it Xu Huaihua? Or could it be a powerful being of an even higher level?
At this moment, the man patted the wolf's head, and the big wolf lay on the ground, sniffed, and howled in the direction the caravan had left.
The man nodded, took out a small flying sword from his pocket, and then took out a pen inlaid with runes.
He wrote on the flying sword, each stroke slow and careful.
The brush landed on the flying sword, initially showing black strokes, but after he finished writing a character, the strokes faded and disappeared.
To this man's utter surprise, a thin crystal sheet was attached to the bottom of a huge rock above his head, blending seamlessly with the rock and completely concealing the flaw.
Including the perspective of the other rocks around it.
The little aunt doesn't know how to read yet, but its innate supernatural ability is to reproduce the scenes that its clone sees, hears, and experiences.
In the Niwan Palace.
The man's writing was displayed in a synchronized projection.
"This humble servant, Feng San, reports to the Chief Constable: This humble servant secretly followed the escort team along the way and found nothing amiss; all is well."
"The secret shipment delivered this morning has remained safe and sound with the team. However, the superior's whereabouts are elusive and he has not been present. A thorough search has yielded no results so far."
Feng San wrote the secret message on the back of the small sword. By the time he finished writing, Yang Silang had also finished reading it.
He slashed his palm with the flying sword, smearing it with blood. The sword then flew into the sky with a whoosh and shot backward, disappearing into the clouds in the blink of an eye.
"hiss……"
Yang Silang gasped, feeling a sharp pain in his tooth.
First, it was confirmed that this constable named Feng San was a member of the Six Doors (a government agency), and then he replied that he was the chief constable, not the head constable.
In other words, he was one level above Xu Huaihua, and the head of the entire Six Doors was personally present.
Yang Silang didn't believe it. If they really wanted to find Emperor Jinghe, only the Six Doors would be dispatched.
This chief constable is surrounded by countless experts from other government offices.
and also.
One thing is certain: among the groups that joined the team this morning, one group was related to the Six Doors and was carrying a deadly shipment.
What this "secret ingredient" is doesn't matter; what matters is that "it" can attract those who want to rise to power.
As for who "rose to power," there's no need to guess except for Emperor Jinghe.
So, this escort agency team became bait in the eyes of the government?
They would use a special "secret item" to lure the Emperor Zombie to their door, and they would spare no effort, even if it meant wiping out the entire caravan, as long as they could capture the Emperor Zombie.
Anyway, it wasn't someone from the Six Doors who died.
"You son of a bitch..." Yang Silang cursed, "You used us as bait..."
"Aren't you guys afraid of going too far?"
"Aren't you afraid that old zombie Emperor Jinghe will swallow that secret medicine, drain our blood, and become so powerful that he'll be impossible to control!"
Yang Silang opened his eyes and casually threw eight more crystal fragments onto the stones along the route.
He scattered as he went.
Fortunately, they were on the only road within a radius of several dozen miles.
He then instructed his aunt to keep a close eye on these scenes, and to warn him if Feng San appeared, especially when the flying sword was sending messages backward.
Yang Silang sat on the back of the big blue dog and began to ponder.
Let's see how things develop first.
If all else fails, hop on Big Green, call Big Ox, and run away as fast as you can.
There's a ticking time bomb hidden in this caravan; who dares to stay any longer?
If we stay any longer, what good will becoming a grandmaster do?
Inevitably, it will become just another human skin.
Yang Silang didn't think he could break through the treasure's summit. A real person, Emperor Jinghe, would be polite to himself.
His substitute doll could only block one attack from a Martial Saint or a True Person, and only one attack at that.
Which true martial saint or real person only has the power of a single blow?
Even a grandmaster like Yang Silang could throw a hundred or so punches without blinking.
If we want to slip away, we'll ask Li Hui and Wu Tiechuan if they're willing to leave. That's all we can do.
Having made his decision, Yang Silang rode nervously on the back of the big blue dog, fearing that a corpse of an emperor dressed in an old dragon robe might suddenly jump out from the mountains and plains along the way.
As the group continued their journey, darkness fell, and a county town came into view ahead.
Guo Laogan decided to go into the city to find lodging.
Yang Silang was terrified; if a major battle broke out in the city, the number of dead and injured would be countless.
However, he knew he couldn't make the decision, so he had no choice but to let it be.
Along the way, the younger sister also projected several images into the Niwan Palace.
Yang Silang noticed.
Feng San reported back almost every half hour, indicating that the people behind him were keeping a close eye on him.
The content of each report was almost identical.
It was nothing more than phrases like "as usual," "nothing unusual," and "no trace of a superior being found."
Yang Silang guessed.
Feng San was only a mile away from their group, so the government's main force of experts must not be far from him either.
This ensures that any unexpected situations can be dealt with promptly.
After entering the city.
Because there are too many people.
The group split into several teams and went to different inns to stay overnight.
Yang Silang, Wang Daniu, Li Hui, Wu Tiechuan, Qi Shushi, Miss Shu, and several male and female guards stayed at the inn.
He stayed almost entirely indoors practicing his martial arts, and never smelled the pungent stench of the corpse.
I smelled a foul odor in the early morning and at noon.
The nails buried at night should be used to deliberately expose the secret for a few moments, allowing it to release its scent.
He guessed that the nail was not staying in the same inn as him.
The other members of the team stayed at inns scattered throughout the county town, far away, so he couldn't smell it.
As for the thirty-six clones of the younger aunt.
Yang Silang had originally planned to have Daqing take his aunt to retrieve the items, but now he thought it was too dangerous.
After much deliberation, he summoned Shu Miaosheng late at night.
"Master..." Shu Miaosheng immediately knelt down and kowtowed upon seeing Yang Silang. "Whatever your orders are, I will do my utmost to fulfill them."
Of all the demon pets, it is the least favored.
She Nu is beautiful and has excellent cooking skills, while Da Qing has shared life and death with the master and made great contributions.
They live in a single room and eat better than most people; they're practically the king of the house.
As for the younger sister, needless to say, she was extremely pampered throughout her life. The five-colored stones she ate from birth to the present have been converted into more silver than the silver her husband spent on martial arts training.
He was the only one with the lowest cultivation level and no special skills.
He was terrified that one day he would be put on the soul-guiding banner and abandoned by the master.
"Do it this way..."
Yang Silang pointed at his head.
Shu Miaosheng immediately had several images of the terrain and a pile of stones in his mind.
He then placed a restriction on the soul of the person in the Shu Temple, ensuring that if they were caught and their soul searched, they would immediately self-destruct to prevent the secrets of the group from being revealed.
"Go..."
Be careful.
A tiny wandering spirit shouldn't be noticed if it goes out at midnight, but it might be lost if it's really unlucky.
Ok.
Yang Silang will be sad for a moment.
Meanwhile, outside the inn...
In the darkness, two people occupied a nearby high-rise building, keeping an eye on the inn.
They were a constable and a Taoist priest, both of whom looked young and were clearly not high-ranking officials.
"Huh..." The Taoist suddenly looked out of the wall.
"What's wrong?" the constable asked.
"A rat demon spirit flew out from inside and headed out of the city." The Taoist priest usually only cultivated Taoism and was an amateur when it came to solving cases.
He asked the head constable.
"Its soul power is weak. If I need to capture it, it won't take much effort, and I can guarantee that I won't make a fuss."
The head constable immediately shook his head to stop him.
"We are ordered to find the whereabouts of the person in charge."
"Everything else is irrelevant. Even if someone were to commit mass murder right under our noses in the inn, it would be none of our business."
Why make such a fuss over a mere wandering spirit?
"If the person in charge were nearby, and you suddenly changed your mind and left because of this, could you and I bear the responsibility?"
"Every move we make is traceable. The Chief Constable and the True Man have extraordinary means to track our actions. Why should we bother?"
The Taoist priest nodded in admiration.
"As expected, you're very experienced; I almost made a big mistake."
"Let it be..."
The two then let Shu Miaosheng leave, and stayed up for half the night until dawn.
The Taoist priest saw the rat demon's wandering spirit fly back from outside the city, but he didn't even lift his eyelids; instead, he yawned widely.
The Taoist priest saw the rat demon's wandering spirit fly back from outside the city, but he didn't even lift his eyelids; instead, he yawned widely.
I stayed up all night and nothing happened. Where did you go, my superior?
Inside the county government office.
Master Xuanchen and Chief Constable Guan of the prison exchanged bewildered glances.
That shouldn't be the case.
Why is it that even with the treasure of the Zombie Spirit Marrow, it still can't attract higher-ups?
This item has a deadly attraction to zombies.
Unless it was taken before taking power, then this substance will naturally be useless to the person taking power.
No, that won't do.
Who would dare feed this thing to Emperor Jinghe?
In a large house in the county town.
Yin Ciyou and Ruyan couldn't figure it out either, and Chai Qing and Susu, lying in bed, were also discussing it in hushed tones.
What are the government up to?
Was the bait rotten or rancid?
With such a grand display, why did Emperor Jinghe not take the bait?