In the dark underground, outside the cave sealed by black chains, a thousand figures appeared out of thin air.
He looked at the cave in front of him, and then tiptoed into it.
The cave is very deep, and it's so dark that you can't even reach your fingertips.
The smell of corpses and blood filled the air.
Thousands of puppets were suspended in the air, and green will-o'-the-wisps suddenly appeared around them, dispelling the darkness in the cave.
At this time, it was just visible that a huge coffin was tied high in the sky by nine chains.
The surface of the coffin was carved with strange lines and emitted a blood-red light.
A hoarse voice came from the coffin: "I thought someone was bringing me food, but I didn't expect it was you.
You people are neither human nor ghosts, you are too fleshy.
I’ve eaten it once before and I don’t want to eat it a second time.”
Qian Puppet didn't answer, and the dark cave was extremely silent for a while.
After a long time, he spoke: "This level of threat is meaningless, I know you are buying yourself time to break free from the seal.
But don't worry, I'm different from my stupid master.
I have no interest in your body, and I can even help you speed up the process of unlocking the seal and allowing you to be born."
This time, the being in the coffin fell into silence. After a moment, he first sneered, and then laughed wildly.
The huge coffin trembled, and the nine chains were also making a golden sound.
“Back then, that old guy found my body and wanted to transform me into his body, but when he opened the coffin, I bit his head into pieces.
Don't think I don't know how much you guys who practice the corpse path covet the body of a third-grade divine warrior.
You keep saying you want to let me out, but you have the same purpose as that old guy."
Qian Puppet didn't say anything more. He waved his right hand to the side, and a cracked chain broke.
At the same moment, the bloody lines on the coffin disappeared.
"I said, I am different from that stupid master, I have no interest in your body."
"What do you want?" The hoarse voice sounded again, with a hint of doubt in his tone.
"The reason why you practiced so fast during your lifetime and why your body does not decay and your soul remains after death is because you received a scale.
Those scales are useless against corpses. If you give me those scales, I can help you cut off a chain every two hours."
"Every two hours?"
"It's not that I want to delay time, but this nine-chain coffin is the secret technique of corpse sealing in the corpse path, and it is not easy to break it open.
If it weren't for your sixty years of hard work, I wouldn't be able to do it even if I cut one off every two hours." Qian Puppet said truthfully.
"Where is Emperor Wu Chong now?" asked the hoarse voice.
"After such a long time, his mere mortal body would have turned into a handful of dust. Now his son Emperor Ming is on the throne.
So, what’s your answer?”
After a while, a reply came from the coffin: "Okay, I promise you."
Amu was galloping in the mountains and forests. He wanted to get out of the mountains and forests before night and set foot on the official road.
The corpse-ghost problem is serious. Once it breaks out, the entire Shuliang City will be in catastrophe.
That was the place where he was born and raised, and he would never allow this to happen!
Suddenly, a sword energy struck down, cutting off a big tree on the way.
The huge sound caused the birds and beasts in the forest to start and scatter.
Amu panicked and hurriedly tightened the reins of his horse. With a neigh, the horse stopped and escaped disaster.
"Who is it?!" he turned around and shouted.
What came into view was a burly middle-aged man. Amu's pupils widened when he saw him.
Because he knew this person, a colleague in the Demon Slaying Department, a confidant of Master Sizheng, a divine warrior with a strength of level six and the second level of Sword Intent!
Originally, he was doubtful about Mr. Qin's words. After all, he had worked with Mr. Sizheng Li for a long time, and he was still willing to believe in Mr. Sizheng's character. But now, this trust could only turn into a wry smile on his face.
"I didn't expect that the corpse ghost behind Shuliang City is really related to Sizheng." Amu looked complicated.
"You actually know? It seems that this trip to Jinyang City is really not that simple.
But whether you know it or not, it doesn't matter anymore, because you are going to die here today." The middle-aged man's face was expressionless and his tone was solemn.
Amunai is a seventh-grade divine warrior who does not practice weapons. He has no power to resist against a middle-aged strong man.
This battle would have been over before it started, if nothing unexpected happened.
The middle-aged man strolled closer, like a beast teasing its prey. He could have killed Amu with one strike, but he liked to enjoy the almost desperate look of others.
Slowly holding the knife in his right hand, he did not see the expected expression on the other person's face, only a look of solemnity and struggle.
"What are you touching?" the middle-aged man asked curiously.
Amu didn't answer, but took a deep breath. He slowly took out a black gold token from his arms, and the gurgling sword sounds followed.
The three words "Sword Alliance" on it are so clear.
The middle-aged man's eyes widened: "This token is actually here with you? No, this token has no effect in attracting the Sword Alliance!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Amu bit his finger and a drop of blood fell on the token.
A sword energy struck the middle-aged man with unrivaled force.
The latter wanted to resist, but facing Yue Hexuan's sword energy, everything he did was in vain.
In just an instant, the middle-aged figure was annihilated by the sword energy, leaving no trace.
Amu looked shocked. He never expected that the life-saving thing Mr. Qin gave him would be so powerful.
While I was grateful, I didn't dare to delay any longer.
Holding the horse's rein in his hand, trampling the horse's hooves, avoiding the fallen towering tree, Amu galloped towards Jinyang City.
It was already dark, Qin Feng opened the window of the restaurant and looked at the sky.
As night falls, the entire Shuliang City is covered with a layer of black veil.
"Calculating the time, if Amu is still alive, he should be arriving at Jinyang City soon." Qin Feng murmured to himself.
There are two sword spirits in the tokens of the Sword Alliance, one comes from Yue Hexuan, the leader of Wanjian Sect, and the other comes from Sword Emperor Bai Yan.
With these two sword energies protecting one's life, those who pursue him will definitely die as long as his strength is below the fourth level.
Therefore, he was more worried about the safety of Master Shi and Zhang Tiannan than Amu.
"Master Shi and the others disappeared, most likely it was not something that happened in the Demon Slayer Division.
Because in this case, the traces will be too heavy.
If I were the person behind the scenes, I would definitely find a way to transfer them away from the Demon Slayer Division before taking action.
In this case, the most likely place is the magistrate’s office.”
Qin Feng groped his chin thoughtfully, the enemy is in the dark and we are in the light. It is too passive to just wait for the opponent to make a move. He must be more proactive.
He also thought about the distribution of infected people's residences he had seen during the day. The closer to an ancestral hall in the south of the city, the more serious the infected corpse poison was. If Miss Cang could be asked to investigate, she might be able to find something.
But today's Shuliang City is like a dragon's pond and a tiger's den to them. If they make a wrong move, the end result will be death.
Moreover, they must still be under surveillance at this moment. How can they let Miss Cang leave the restaurant without anyone noticing?
Qin Feng lowered his head and meditated for a long time. The night was getting darker and he didn't realize it.
He didn't come back to his senses until the faint sounds of men and women came from the next room.