Chapter 91
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How could such a small brocade box be so extraordinary? Even being sealed by talisman, it still gave out a faintly ferocious qi, which was really creepy.
"What's in this box?" Granddad Zhong muttered. He didn't know the existence of this brocade box until he set off. Additionally, it was the clan head who ordered him to take the brocade box with him and give it to the owner of the brocade box when he arrived at Dragon Emperor City in South Wilderness.
Granddad Zhong was the one with the highest cultivation base among the caravan heading for South Wilderness. He was already a rare powerhouse in the secular world. It indicated that the head of Ling Clan attached great importance to the item in this box.
Granddad Zhong gazed at the small brocade box on the table in front of him for quite a while before putting it away in his private pocket meticulously.
However, when Granddad Zhong put away the brocade box, he suddenly changed his face. Closely after that, he punched towards the window in front of him on the right.
"Bang!" Under the impact of Granddad Zhong's extremely powerful palm strength, the window instantly turned into sawdust and scattered in all directions. Vaguely, a black shadow flashed and disappeared outside the window.
"Whoosh!" Granddad Zhong darted out of the broken window like an arrow. Under the moonlight, a black shadow was walking on the misty river in the distance. In a split second, the black shadow disappeared over the river.
"Dandelion, what a guy!" At the sight of this scene, Granddad Zhong couldn't help but admire this guy's lightness skill. Only by the buoyancy of his skin, he could treat the billows as flat land.
At this moment, rapid footsteps drifted from the surroundings. Soon, 7-8 people had arrived. They were guards in cyan clothes who came here to check after hearing the noise.
"It's okay here, you can leave now!" At the sight of these guards, Granddad Zhong couldn't help but frown as he waved his hand towards them.
Only he knew about the brocade box. Even Ling Luoyan didn't know that he was carrying such a brocade box. It was top secret.
"Yes, sir!" The 7 or 8 guards immediately bowed to Uncle Zhong and then retreated. When these guards saw the broken window behind Uncle Zhong, although they were bewildered, they immediately retreated.
These guards were also very clear about what they could know and what they could ask. Even if they knew something, they had to pretend they didn't know. They couldn't say it, let alone ask.
After the guard left, Grandpa Zhong couldn't help looking at the direction where the man in black disappeared and murmured, "Who was that?"
He didn't need to ask to know that the person peeping outside the window was definitely after the small brocade box in his arms. What was inside the box!? Uncle Zhong's curiosity rose rapidly.
Why did so many people come for it? First, it was Black Voodoo Cult's Forefather White Bones, and now this mysterious person. It seemed that this box had an unknown secret, and many people wanted it.
Grandpa Zhong pondered for a while, but he still couldn't think of a reason, so he turned around and jumped into the room through the broken window. He also knew how to ride duckweed across water, but he didn't dare to chase after the mysterious person who came to spy on him and let him leave. That was because no one knew if that person was a bait to lure him into a trap that had been prepared by someone else in advance.
This section of Yan River was seven or eight miles wide, and the surface of the river was shrouded in a thin layer of mist. A black shadow passed through the mist like a ghost and walked on the waves, heading to the other side of Yan River.
Riding duckweed across water and walking on the waves was already shocking to ordinary people, but it wasn't anything special to true cultivators.
It was a masked person wrapped in black clothes. From the shape of the figure, it was obvious that this person was a man. Soon, he crossed the river and jumped to the other side.
He turned around and looked at the three ships that were faintly discernible in the mist. A light flashed through his eyes as he murmured to himself, "I didn't think that there would be an expert on that ship. It seems that it won't be easy to obtain that thing!"
Just as the masked man was about to turn around and leave, a white figure suddenly appeared behind him. This person had appeared so suddenly that it seemed as if he had appeared out of thin air.
In an instant, the masked man's movements froze. He felt his scalp go numb as an extremely dangerous aura enveloped him, causing him to feel as if he had suddenly fallen into an ice cave. His entire body was ice-cold.
"Why did you spy on the Haotian Caravan's ship?" The white figure behind the masked man stood there quietly without moving. However, the masked man could sense the threat of death when he sensed the presence of the white figure.
The masked man knew that if he didn't answer, the person behind him would kill him without hesitation. This was undeniable.
"It's … It's for something!" In a situation where his life was seriously threatened, the masked man had to admit that the threat posed by the person behind him was too great. His life or death was in the hands of the other party.
"What is it?" the man asked again. Although his tone was calm, there was an undeniable force in it.
"I … I don't know!" The masked man's clothes were drenched in sweat, and his voice was trembling. The unparalleled pressure from the person behind him made him feel extremely terrified.
"You don't know? Then you can die! "The man in white took a step forward." Bang! "The entire ground shook. Then, his five fingers grabbed forward like steel hooks.
"No!" The masked man was scared out of his wits. He pushed his feet against the ground and tried to rush forward. However, he was horrified to find that he couldn't move. It was as if he had been imprisoned by an unfathomable force. No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't move his feet at all.
"Spare …" The masked man opened his mouth to beg for mercy, but it was already too late. He only felt the back of his neck tighten, and then heard a faint "kacha" sound. His consciousness fell into boundless darkness, and his head drooped down softly.
The man in white had actually broken the masked man's neck in an instant. Then, he waved his hand and threw the masked man's body into the river as if he was throwing a rotten sack.
Plop! The masked man's body fell into the river and was instantly washed away by the water.
"What is that thing? So many people are targeting the Haotian Caravan, "the man in white muttered to himself. He suddenly looked at the three ships on the opposite side of the river.
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