Looking at the leader of the Night Army in front of him, Fang Mo's intuition was stung by a stronger sense of threat.
He felt that his forehead was swelling and hurting.
Information about Wu Zheng also flashed in his mind.
The leader of the Night Army in Donghua City is a 120-year-old cultivator who has reached the seventh level of cultivation. He has participated in thousands of battles against the Sky Demon.
He retired from the frontline ten years ago and came to Donghua City to manage the Night Army.
Logically, Old Wu shouldn't be suspicious.
'But he stopped me from investigating Xiao Pei, and he came to find me at this time, and my intuition is telling me that the threat is getting stronger and stronger.
Thinking of this, Fang Mo put his right hand behind his back. Rays of sword light surrounded his palm, ready to go.
He said with a smile, "Director Wu, I just came to take a look. What a coincidence, you're here too?"
Wu Zheng said gently, "Fang Mo, after I let Qiao Wei take over your matter, do you have a problem with me? I'm also trying to protect you. Xiao Pei's matter involves the battle of the top management of the Daoist School. It's too much pressure for you to get involved.
As your leader, of course, I have to protect you. Don't worry, Qiao Wei will be in charge, and I'll supervise personally. Xiao Pei's matter won't end like this. You have to trust the leader and the arrangement of the top management. "
"Of course, I understand Director Wu's painstaking efforts." Fang Mo said gratefully, "That's why I want to take advantage of this free time to come to the Dao school to learn more. At the same time, I want to investigate Zhou Bai and Zuo Lu."
Wu Zheng smiled and walked closer to Fang Mo. "Come, come to my house. Let's get together. How long has it been since you had a meal with me?"
Fang Mo said, "No, I still have something to do. I really have something to do. I have to go."
Wu Zheng looked at Fang Mo and said, "Fang Mo, do you still have a problem with me?"
"I remember when I first came to Donghua City to take charge of the Night Army, you were still an ordinary member."
"But when I first saw you and saw the fighting spirit in your eyes, I knew this guy could do it. So, I promoted you step by step, and you didn't disappoint me. "
"Although we have different considerations in our work now, we're still friends, right?"
Fang Mo smiled and said, "Of course we are friends."
Wu Zheng stretched out his hand, "Then let's shake hands before we leave."
Fang Mo was slightly taken aback. Looking at the gloved hands, he felt something was wrong. "There's no need …"
There seemed to be a cold glint in Wu Zheng's eyes. "Or do you have a problem with the old leader? If you don't want to eat with an old man like me, then forget it. At least shake hands before you leave. "
His Primordial Spirit Power of 7999 points rose, bringing tremendous pressure to Fang Mo.
Fang Mo estimated that with his level 5 strength, he wouldn't be able to fight against the opponent no matter what.
With this thought in mind, he stretched out his hand to shake hers.
All the primordial spirit power in his body surged, his sword was ready to strike, and he was even ready to self-destruct his primordial spirit. However, Wu Zheng seemed to really just shake hands with him and said with a smile, "Alright, let's have a meal together next time. Don't you have something to do? Go on with your business. "
Fang Mo glanced at Wu Zheng in surprise. He was a little surprised that the other didn't make a move. He nodded at the other and turned to leave. He left with extreme caution, but even after he was hundreds of meters away from Wu Zheng, he still didn't receive any attacks.
Seeing Fang Mo turn and leave, the smile on Wu Zheng's face slowly faded, and his eyes emitted an unpredictable glow.
On the other side, after Fang Mo turned and left, he walked faster and faster. After turning a corner, he ran toward the crowded road.
"What's going on? Is my intuition wrong? "Fang Mo said," Wu Zheng didn't want to harm me? "
Fang Mo couldn't understand, but the sense of threat was getting heavier and scarier. It was as if a sharp long knife was following him like a shadow, and it would stab into his back at any time.
"He's still chasing me?" Fang Mo's expression turned cold. "He wants to make a move here?"
Just when Fang Mo felt that the sense of threat had risen to an extreme, there was a puchi sound. His right ankle was instantly cut open, and blood flowed out like a fountain.
After Fang Mo rolled, his primordial spirit power supported his body and continued to move forward.
But his mind was filled with shock. "What's going on?"
"What is this attack?"
"Why …"
He looked at his ankle that was completely penetrated. "… I didn't even feel it at all …"
Puchi!
Puchi!
Puchi!
Fang Mo grunted and saw that his remaining hands and other foot were completely penetrated.
He fell to the ground, and his primordial spirit power extended to every inch of space around him, constantly perceiving everything around him with the most sensitive posture.
Temperature …
Humidity …
Wind speed …
Heat …
The vibration of the ground …
But none of the enemies could feel it.
He tried to control his breathing and used his primordial spirit power to urgently treat the wound, but he still couldn't do anything about the strange attack.
"This is troublesome." Fang Mo's body shook slightly, and he felt that two more wounds burst out in his chest and abdomen, and his internal organs were almost stirred up into a mess.
"Tch … I can't believe I'll die here." Blood kept flowing from the corner of Fang Mo's mouth, and he felt that the strength in his body was constantly fading. He could only convert the primordial spirit power to fill his body and temporarily maintain the operation of his body.
But even so, when his primordial spirit power was exhausted, he was dead.
"At least I have to give the information to …"
He looked at the street not far from him, and the primordial spirit power spread over, but he felt waves of weakness in his sea of consciousness, and the scene in front of him seemed to be in a trance. His brain's thinking speed seemed to be constantly declining, and waves of dizziness gradually came to his mind.
"Hold on, Fang Mo, don't die in vain." Suddenly, his eyes lit up. "Lin Muqing?"
Being lightly touched by Fang Mo's primordial spirit power, Lin Muqing, who was walking on the road, turned around in surprise. "Team Fang?!"
"Don't come over, someone is attacking me here, and I haven't figured out the attack method yet. Don't move, listen to me." Fang Mo transmitted his voice. "There's a problem with the Xuan Yin Hidden Treasure. The Sky Demon left something inside last time, and it must be thoroughly investigated."
Lin Muqing was stunned. "I'll call the guard to help you …"
"No, my internal organs are all crushed, I'm dead." Fang Mo said, "Keep walking, pretend nothing happened, and immediately report this matter to …"
He thought for a moment and said firmly, "Go tell Zhao Shouyi, he's absolutely fine."
Lin Muqing asked, "Does anyone else know about this?"
Fang Mo said, "No, so you must be fine. Don't worry about me, go find Zhao Shouyi immediately …"
"Oh, then I'm relieved." Lin Muqing smiled slightly. "So this is what you want to report."
Fang Mo's face changed slightly. "You …"
With an explosive sound, Fang Mo's head was completely stirred into a ball.
Lin Muqing walked up with a smile. When she passed by the shadow at the entrance of the alley, her figure changed, and she had already become the one-eyed man who had searched Lin Muqing's room.
He kicked Fang Mo's body away, looked at the scratches on his body, and sneered. "Really annoying." He casually rubbed off the scratches on the ground with his foot, and then continued to walk along Fang Mo's blood. Looking at the marks on the wall made by the blood, he stretched out his palm and destroyed them all.
"Now there's no problem."
Another voice sounded. "No, you underestimate this old friend of yours."
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