Having witnessed Fangzheng's abilities, Eccentric naturally didn't stop him. He happily followed.
There were two places where the Nine Shirts held their meetings. One was hidden underground, and the other was a three-story tower on the surface. It was said to be three stories because it looked from the outside. If one were to enter, they would discover that there were actually two floors here, and each floor was very high. There was only one dedicated elevator from the first floor to the second floor, and there were always people guarding the elevator. It was unknown what they were guarding.
There were also six guards at the entrance. They rotated day and night. If one wasn't at the level of the Nine Shirts, they wouldn't let anyone in. Even the Mad Man had never been inside before.
Now that he was following Fangzheng, it was as though he was strolling in his own backyard. He walked straight in as though the guards didn't see anything.
Eccentric grinned. "Abbot Fangzheng, this divine power of yours is too powerful. If you give me this divine power, I guarantee that I'll report the color of the underwear of the drug traffickers. There won't be any more drug traffickers in China. "
Fangzheng said, "The cultivation requirements for divine powers are very harsh. I reckon that only This Penniless Monk can possess it in the world. However, although divine powers are powerful, they ultimately have their limits. The progress and safety of the world still need more heroes like you, and not people like This Penniless Monk to protect it. "
Fangzheng wasn't lying. The cultivation of divine powers first required Essence Qi, and the Essence Qi on Earth was thin. There was no way to cultivate it, so it wasn't wrong to say that it was harsh. As for him being the only one who could possess it, that wasn't wrong. After all, there was only one System.
When Eccentric heard that, he chuckled. "I like what you said."
After entering the door, he saw a long table and a chair. There was a huge crystal lamp hanging on it. It looked very simple.
However, in the back half of the room, which was three meters behind the table and chair, the decoration style of the entire room changed. It was resplendent, with carved corridors and painted pillars. It looked like a palace!
There were even three white marble staircases that led up. As for what was inside, due to a curtain hanging down, it blocked one's vision. All they could see was a blurry shadow.
Eccentric and Fangzheng exchanged looks and saw the curiosity in each other's eyes. They walked over and pulled open the curtains to take a look. Both of them frowned at the same time. Behind the curtains, on the white marble staircase, there was a dragon throne!
"Good lord, Red Fiend claims to be a terrorist organization, but from the looks of it … This is an organization that wants to restore imperial power," Eccentric said with a frown.
Fangzheng nodded slightly and sighed. "It took the world thousands of years to break free from the shackles of monarchy. I didn't expect that there were still people who wanted to reverse history and restore imperial power. "
Eccentric said, "It's just wishful thinking. Now that people have awakened, whoever wants to be the emperor will be going against everyone."
Fangzheng nodded slightly. He walked over and touched the chair. Fangzheng was truly curious. What sort of person would sit there?
At this moment, the door opened again. Eccentric's heart tightened.
Fangzheng gestured for him not to panic and to stand still.
Fangzheng looked up and saw a few people in orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, and black clothes walk in.
Eccentric said, "It's the Nine Shirts, but Red Shirt has been captured. White Shirt is still making chili noodles. Cyan Shirt has been knocked unconscious and trapped in the forest. Now, there's only the few of them left. "
Fangzheng nodded and didn't say a word.
The six of them didn't sit down immediately. Instead, they stood in six different directions. They clasped their hands together in front of their chests and chanted scriptures that they couldn't understand in unison. Then, they bowed piously towards the sky and said, "Welcome, Holy Fiend!"
A beam of light shone down from the second floor. Following that, the long table cracked open, revealing a black cave underground. A person slowly rose from the bright light. One could vaguely see a figure in the bright light, but it was impossible to see the person's appearance clearly.
Fangzheng subconsciously glanced at the other elevator that was leaning against the side. He couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.
Holy Fiend had risen from the hidden elevator from below. Then what was the use of the other elevator that looked very conspicuous?
Fangzheng had a bold idea. That place was probably not a good place to go!
Eccentric whispered, "No wonder. No wonder people come to spy on Holy Fiend's identity every year, but they all die after coming in. Clearly, they were bewitched and went to the second floor where they shouldn't have gone! "
Fangzheng nodded slightly … It was a trap.
The bright light accompanied the figure as he walked into the curtain. The Nine Shirts and company lowered their heads the entire time, not daring to look up.
When the figure entered the curtain, the curtain closed and the light went out.
The figure finally became clear. He was dressed in a black dragon robe. The dragon was embroidered with golden threads, but this dragon was different from the typical Emperor Golden Dragon. The golden dragons of others were mighty, solemn, and sacred. As for this golden dragon, it was extremely ferocious, like a devil.
The man had a square face. His eyes weren't big, but they were extremely fierce. As he looked around, he was like a wolf king patrolling the world. He had the power to decide life and death with a single thought.
His lips were very thin, as thin as a blade. It was as if he wanted to kill someone the moment he opened his mouth!
Eccentric looked at the person in front of him and his eyes widened. He nearly roared out! With the protection of Fangzheng's A Golden Millet Dream, as long as the two of them didn't move anything in front of these people, they would be ignored if they just spoke or walked.
However, Eccentric subconsciously held back. He thought that Fangzheng was using invisibility and not a dream, so he didn't dare make too much of a commotion. He whispered into Fangzheng's ear, "This is Butcher Bar!"
Fangzheng was also taken aback. Butcher Bar was actually a Holy Fiend? What was going on?
Eccentric knew more about Red Fiend. When he saw this scene, he seemed to have guessed something. He whispered, "I'm afraid there's a huge problem here!
According to Red Fiend, Red Fiend and Butcher Bar are in a cooperative relationship. Neither of them are subordinates of the other. From the looks of it, things are very delicate. Either Butcher Bar killed Holy Fiend and secretly disguised himself as Holy Fiend to take over Red Fiend. Or, from the beginning to the end, this was a trick of Butcher Bar to expand his strength and confuse others! "
Fangzheng asked in puzzlement, "Does Butcher Bar need to do this to expand his strength?"
Eccentric shook his head and said, "I already said that Butcher Bar isn't considered a big faction in the Golden Triangle. He also relies on others to make a living. Who wouldn't be afraid that a wolf cub would be too strong and eat him? Although Butcher Bar is fierce, his subordinates aren't enough to threaten the people above him.
However, he's too domineering and fierce. He has long aroused the dissatisfaction of some big shots. Later on, Red Fiend appeared. Red Fiend caused trouble everywhere and was treated as a terrorist organization. When they arrived, they forcefully occupied a bit of Butcher Bar's territory. The two even fought.
Later on, a big shot appeared and the two sides reconciled. They even shared this territory. Of course, Butcher Bar is the leader. Red Fiend is only temporarily staying. "
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