Chapter 325 The lower capital, the beginning of the change
The stars and moon are dim.
The river breeze is pleasant.
Mo Xingwu sat in the car, put down the back of his chair, and leaned back slightly. His eyes seemed to be fixed on the Mingyue Pavilion Teahouse not far away, but in fact, his mind was wandering outside.
Since becoming the head of the Federal Military Investigation Division, he has not personally been on field duty for nearly ten years.
But facing the parents of the person suspected of being "Immortal No. 2" and the two men and women who were also suspected to be masters, the top military boss made the decision and issued a military order, ordering him to go out in person and be responsible for the task of tracking and monitoring.
Although Mo Xingwu was very resistant in his heart, the word "obedience" was engraved in the blood of soldiers, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet.
Those are two spiritual masters!
He must have discovered his existence long ago!
I am simply doing useless work here. If I offend the two grand masters, my life will be in danger!
Thinking of this, Director Mo couldn't help but lower the brim of his hat slightly.
He actually had doubts in his mind. There was no sign of the couple's mind breath, even if they used the most cutting-edge high-end mind energy equipment, they couldn't sense it at all.
This was the first time he encountered such a thing.
In the hazy night, a figure surrounded by dim lights came into his sight.
Mo Xingwu's pupils suddenly shrank.
The heartbeat speeds up instantly.
After a brief moment of disbelief, a chill crept up my spine, and the night wind became biting.
"Zhou Yue! Why is he here!"
Mo Xingwu looked at the young man walking towards him with a smile on his face along the street lamp. Several thoughts flashed through his mind. He gritted his teeth and was about to start the car.
Suddenly, the numbers on the disc-shaped telekinesis sensor in his hand jumped wildly. In the blink of an eye, it had reached the value of 10,000 points representing the Grandmaster level, but it was still rising.
The upper limit of the instrument is the eighth realm.
After the value reaches the upper limit, it is still trying to jump upward, and the instrument makes a hissing sound.
At this time, a sad voice came from the seat behind him, "You... are not allowed to leave..."
Mo Xingwu slowly turned his head and saw the long, straight black girl sitting in the back seat with a look of sorrow in her eyes. He was startled for a moment, and then his expression suddenly changed.
Although the silver hair turned into black hair, this delicate and young face, coupled with the value on the instrument that was close to the peak of the eighth realm, all reminded the other party's identity.
"Don't leave..."
Hearing the girl repeating it again, Mo Xingwu shuddered and cursed secretly in his heart, with a respectful look on his face: "See Grandmaster."
Snap!
The passenger door opens.
Zhou Yue sat in.
Mo Xingwu felt bitter in his heart. What he was most worried about finally happened. Zhou Yue learned that he was supervising his parents and actually came to visit him personally.
But why is this?
His parents are both Grand Masters, so there is no need to be so nervous and bring "Immortal No. 3" with them to put up such a big battle.
For a moment, Mo Xingwu felt like he couldn't breathe.
Within a radius of 100 meters, there are actually three masters at the Grand Master level, plus a powerful spiritual master who is suspected to be... no, it is almost certain that he is a member of the Immortal Organization. The most disturbing thing is that the four of them,
They're all in the same group.
In Mo Xingwu's mind, he subconsciously listed the real war machines of the federal military, those grand masters.
Compared with the four people in front of them, the federal military still has a slight advantage.
However... this is only the only exposed force of the Immortal Organization at the moment. It is still unknown how much power they have hidden in private, and how many masters they can call a war machine.
The young man in the passenger seat played with a badge and asked, "Are you from the Federal Parliament?"
Mo Xingwu subconsciously touched his left chest, bitterness appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he tried his best to sound neither humble nor overbearing: "Yes."
Zhou Yue dropped his badge and raised his head: "Which department."
Mo Xingwu was silent for a moment and said: "Military Department, Military Investigation Division."
"Name?"
"Mo Xingwu."
"Task content?"
"...Follow up and investigate your parents."
"What's the result?"
"At present, we only know that your parents are both spiritual masters. Apart from this, we have not yet found out the true purpose of your father's visit here."
Mo Xingwu said calmly.
He understood in his heart that many things were actually known to both parties, and whether they said it or not was just a formality.
With his head lowered, he didn't realize that the young man next to him and the girl in the back seat were stunned at the same time.
"Zong...master?"
Shang Ying looked at Mingyue Pavilion Tea House with a strange face, pursed her lips, and then lowered her head: "Okay..."
Fortunately, she was in the current state. If she had been in another personality, she would have screamed already.
Zhou Yue was also full of absurdity. He thought that Nanhe City's own mistake was bizarre enough, but he didn't expect that a powerful federal military official would also mistake his parents for the master.
But this also explains why they follow and monitor here with such great fanfare.
Presumably, they thought that their parents must have noticed it a long time ago and came here to "surveil" just to deal with higher-level tasks.
Zhou Yue was amused in his heart and shook his head secretly, but he had no explanation.
He looked deeply at the lean middle-aged man in the driver's seat, "Director Mo, what do you personally think is their real purpose in returning to the capital?"
Mo Xingwu looked hesitant.
Zhou Yue smiled: "Tell me, only the two of us know about this."
Mo Xingwu subconsciously glanced at the dejected girl behind him and thought to himself, doesn't she count as a human being?
The dignified eighth-level master was sighing and groaning behind him, with a face full of resentment. The huge contrast and invisible pressure made Mo Xingwu feel hairy in his heart.
On the surface, he remained unhurried. After thinking for a moment, he said: "I personally think that the two adults came back this time to seek justice."
Zhou Yue thought to himself that if his parents were really masters, Director Mo's reasoning would make sense.
Little did he know that the person who really wanted justice was right across from him.
Zhou Yue smiled and said, "Oh? It seems that Director Mo has done a lot of homework. Then you can tell me, what kind of justice do they want to get back?"
Mo Xingwu said without hesitation: "The two adults were forced to leave the capital when they were young, and soon afterwards, the Wu family declined rapidly. These are actually..."
"Actually, someone did it on purpose." Zhou Yue said, staring at Mo Xingwu with twinkling eyes: "Then, who is it?"
Although Starscream has already given a piece of information.
But after all, she is not really one of our own, so Zhou Yue will keep a close eye on her information.
Coincidentally, the people who were tracking and monitoring my parents turned out to be people from the federal military. They didn't know it, but they had already collected all the information about my parents from their birth to the present.
The power of officialdom is always immeasurable.
Just used to check Starscream's information.
…
A quarter of an hour later, Mo Xingwu was the only one left in the carriage.
He felt that his whole body was soaked with sweat, the river wind blew by, and the chill penetrated into his pores. Even a ninth-level physical fitness level could not resist it.
"Immortal No. 2 and Immortal No. 3... unexpectedly met me together."
Mo Xingwu took a deep breath, feeling like he had survived a disaster and reaped the thrill of a secret.
His ability to become the Director of the Military Investigation Division and the Minister's strongest eyes and ears relies not only on his cultivation, but also on his ability to observe and judge.
"Everyone has made a mistake. Immortal No. 3 and Immortal No. 2 are not in an equal relationship."
"Zhou Yue, the new king from the Central Continent, was dubbed Immortal No. 2 by the Federal Council as a contemporary genius. He clearly took the initiative when facing Immortal No. 3."
"What is the organizational structure within the Immortal Organization? Immortal No. 3, who has a higher level of cultivation and is more mysterious, has a lower status than an eighteen-year-old young man? It's really special."
"besides……"
Mo Xingwu looked at a private room on the second floor of Mingyue Pavilion, with a trace of suspicion in his eyes, "As for the identity of those two people, was your previous judgment really correct?"
The instrument cannot measure the value of telekinesis.
There are mysterious spiritual pets following and protecting you.
For more than ten years, he lived an ordinary life, but quietly raised a son who held a high position in the immortal organization.
Everything proves that this couple is extremely unusual.
But after a conversation with Zhou Yue, Mo Xingwu felt something was wrong.
"I always feel that something has been omitted somewhere. That's all, I'll leave this information to the Minister to judge. What he just said was actually to say hello to the senior management through me, right? He wants to seek justice for the Wu family.
I hope the senior management will not interfere..."
A complicated look flashed in Mo Xingwu's eyes.
That incident back then was either big or small.
As far as he knew, in fact, it was not just targeting the Wu family.
If Zhou Yue only "asked for justice" on a small scale, the parliament might turn a blind eye and only treat it as a favor for the Immortal Organization.
But what if...
Mo Xingwu didn't think about it anymore. He suddenly smiled and murmured in a low voice: "The sky in this lower capital is about to change."
…
Late at night.
The city is not quiet.
Although the lower capital is weakened by the huge sky city base and dense orbit above, the brilliance of the stars and moon is weakened, the total amount of telepathic matter in the air is less than one percent of that of the upper capital, and at night you can still feel the gray sky.
A mist.
Fortunately, the excitement and brightness never strayed far from the lower-class areas.
Zhou Yue and Shang Ying walked in tandem on the crowded street.
It seems a little aimless.
Shang Ying lowered her head and asked timidly: "Where are we going? Didn't you say we were going to take revenge?"
Zhou Yue said: "That's right."
Shang Ying was startled for a moment, then raised her head, a violent light gradually appeared in her eyes: "How many enemies do you have?"
Zhou Yue said: "There are three in total in the lower capital. Starscream is basically consistent with Director Mo's information just now. The reason why the Wu family was in a state of decline more than ten years ago was because my uncle and uncle had accidents one after another, which caused the entire family to lose their leap.
Qualifications for the upper echelon.”
A playful look appeared on Shang Ying's lips: "This kind of thing is most likely done by a competitor."
Zhou Yue said calmly: "That year, there were more than fifty families who moved to the upper-class capital. The competitor you mentioned was also the real murderer behind the scenes. He was among the more than fifty families. However, there were three accomplices.
Stay in the lower capital. These three people used despicable means to hurt my uncle and uncle, which eventually caused their mental power to collapse. They all say that evil will be rewarded with evil, and good will be rewarded with good. But in fact, those three people are as good as each other.
A good person has become a man of influence in the lower-class capital... Why should I tell you this?"
Shang Ying suppressed the restlessness in her eyes: "Three influential figures? How strong? Are they masters? Tell me more. Maybe I will be in a better mood and help you!"
Zhou Yue waved his hand: "No need, I have already arranged everything. Besides, it's just a lower-level capital. How can there be so many masters."
Shang Ying was startled and frowned: "You also have arrangements in the lower capital? Why didn't I know?"
Zhou Yue ignored Shang Ying.
He naturally knew that even though Shang Ying had an unstable temperament all day long, sometimes irritable and sometimes depressed, she actually remembered every step he took and everything he did.
Shang Ying's unwilling and lonely whisper sounded in his ears: "Don't underestimate the lower capital! There is really a master here!"
…
In the southwest corner of the bustling Changle District, stands a magnificent building guarded by bronze statues. It is the war history theater that is talked about by the lower-class people in the capital.
Every Friday night, there are always theatrical performances in the Grand Theater, most of which are adapted from heroic deeds during the Plane War.
After a burst of warm cheers, there was a brief silence, the gongs and drums sounded, and the actors appeared on stage.
"good!"
In the large box on the top floor, a middle-aged man wearing a Tang suit cheered with great interest.
He is about forty years old, with eyebrows like knife hooks, slender eyes, and an unruly aura in his eyes.
To his left, sat a young man with a similar appearance, about seventeen or eighteen years old. He obviously lacked interest in drama. He yawned secretly and cast his eyes to the opposite side from time to time.
Opposite the middle-aged man and the young man, sat a dignified and graceful woman.
The woman is in her early thirties, and her appearance is not that beautiful, but she can be regarded as one of the most beautiful women. The most rare thing is that her eyes seem to be able to read people's hearts. Every frown and smile seems to be telling her inner thoughts.
Feeling the young man's secret glances from time to time, the woman took a sip of tea and smiled sweetly: "Does Mr. Guan not really like this show?"
The young man glanced at his father and said: "No, no, why would Mr. Liu say that? This play is very good. The heroic deeds of senior Lei Yuan as a young man, and how he and Grandmaster Bai Yan met and how they parted ways...
These stories are very fascinating.”
"Really? Then please take care of my theater business from now on."
The woman chuckled: "Master Guan, your young master is really eloquent. This kind of magnanimity is rare even among the children of upper-class families."
The young man looked secretly happy.
The middle-aged man shook his head: "Boss Liu is laughing at me. This boy of mine has little knowledge and is a frog in the well. How can he compare to the young talents at the top?"
The woman smiled: "Mr. Guan is too humble. With your achievements over the years, it will be easy for you to be transferred to a higher level. I hope that by then, we will still have the opportunity to cooperate."
The middle-aged man was about to answer the call when a sigh came from outside the door.
"The writing of this drama is indeed not very good. It uses overt praise and covert denigration of Grandmaster Bai Yan to promote Grandmaster Lei Yuan? The screenwriter and boss are too ungrateful."
The female owner of the theater said nothing.
The middle-aged man frowned slightly.
The young man shouted coldly: "Who is it? Who is outside? Talking nonsense and making nonsense!"
The box door opened, and Zhou Yue walked in with Shang Ying and Shi Shiran.