Chapter 481: Bloodbath

On Sage-Virtue Peak, Song Deke, a disciple with relatively high seniority under the Sage, suppressed everyone and took the initiative to fight for the opportunity to lead the way.

Since someone was leading the way, Green Water Beggar didn't hesitate anymore, picked up Song Deke, and prepared to walk into the residence.

Hundred-Flower Baihua Danqing Mu Yuejuan asked, "Green Flower Beggar, where did that young man who came with you go?"

Green Water Beggar looked back at Cui Cui Tike. "You mean him? This is my disciple. He came to broaden his horizons."

Cui Cui Tike smiled very modestly. "I came here to witness the deeds of everyone. If there's any place I can contribute, please feel free to order me."

Mu Yuejuan shook her head. "I'm not talking about this Westerner. I'm talking about that one surnamed He who came with you!"

Green Water Beggar was startled. If Mu Yuejuan hadn't mentioned it, he really wouldn't have noticed. He He Jiaqing had disappeared without a trace at some point.

This question from Mu Yuejuan also startled the others. Half-Mouth Yellow Soup Lan Qiao Lan Qiao Wuzui was also very surprised. "Great ability. Just a moment ago when we arrived, we knew there was such a person, and in the blink of an eye, he's gone. To be able to deceive our eyes—what kind of cultivation base does this kid have?"

Three-Pot Tobacco Bag Ye Ye Jianhuang said, "Green Flower Beggar, shouldn't this young man have taken the lead and gone to eat alone?"

Green Water Beggar said, "He He Jiaqing and I were just traveling together. I came to take the old thief's life. What He He Jiaqing intends to do, I truly don't know."

He was telling the truth; he had indeed met He He Jiaqing halfway.

But Smiling Ghost King Gui Gui Jianchou didn't acknowledge this. "Green brother, what you said isn't right. This He He Jiaqing's relationship with you isn't simple. If I remember correctly, he also has a nickname called 'Benefactor,' and he has some old grudges with the Sage."

Green Water Beggar nodded. "What you said is correct. He He Jiaqing came to report old grudges. This matter truly has nothing to do with me."

Gui Gui Jianchou shook his head. "You have reversed the words. He He Jiaqing joined forces with you to deal with Sage-Virtue Peak precisely because of this old grudge. Before in Green Water City, you did quite a few things together. I also know some of these things."

Green Water Beggar smiled. "Ghost King, your news is very well-informed. He He Jiaqing and I did do some things together, but today's matter has nothing to do with him.

If you all don't believe me, then I'll say it more clearly: I don't want anything in this residence. I just want to watch that old scoundrel die here with my own eyes. If you don't trust me, walk in front of me. Is this clear enough?"

Green Water Beggar cleared the path. The few big figures looked at each other, and none wanted to walk in front.

Cui Cui Tike shook his head anxiously. Having stayed in Puluo Continent for so long, there were still some customs of Puluo Continent that he couldn't understand.

These few people all wanted to kill the Sage, but none wanted to walk in front of others, and even less did they want to let others reap the benefits because of unnecessary consumption.

Not only was Cui Cui Tike anxious, Lan Qiao Lan Qiao Wuzui was also anxious. "If we continue to consume like this, that old thing might run away."

Gui Gui Jianchou smiled. "You don't have to worry. He can't run. My ghost servants are guarding strictly, even the tunnels are being watched. Whether he goes to heaven or enters the earth, that Sage absolutely cannot leave this courtyard."

Lan Qiao Lan Qiao Wuzui said, "Don't forget, that old thing has the Jade Seal in his hand."

Cui Cui Tike didn't quite understand. Isn't the Jade Seal just a stamp? Could it be a magic treasure for running away?

Mu Yuejuan shook her head. "I don't think he will abandon the Jade Seal to save his life. Think about it, is there anyone in this world who still recognizes him as the Emperor? If even the Jade Seal is gone, what can he use to prove his identity from back then?"

Ye Ye Jianhuang said, "I think life is more important than identity. That old thing might really run away."

Gui Gui Jianchou said, "If he runs away, the Jade Seal must be left here. Who this thing belongs to, we still have to discuss it properly."

Lan Qiao Lan Qiao Wuzui sneered. "Ghost brother, are you thinking about the Jade Seal again? Do you want to be the Emperor?"

Cui Cui Tike sighed repeatedly. He felt that the Blade-Labor Ghosts were about to come up the mountain. Before that, these few big figures seemed unlikely to take any action.

What exactly did they come here to do?

Everyone was still arguing when a man walked over from afar, wearing a stone-blue plain-colored silk gown, with a sword hanging at his waist, holding a folding fan in his hand, and a hundred-butterfly fragrant silk pouch under the folding fan.

This attire looked very distinctive, but it was hard to say what was distinctive about it.

Looking at his appearance, his forehead was full, his cheeks were round, his eyebrows were thick and eyes were large, his mouth and nose were square, his chin had no beard, and there was a touch of mustache on his upper lip. Just looking at his appearance, he seemed to be a handsome scholar in his forties.

But those who knew him knew that he was far more than forty years old.

Mu Yuejuan's expression wasn't very good. "Zhou Zhou Badou, why did he come?"

Lan Qiao Lan Qiao Wuzui smiled. "Can't he come? Does it make you uncomfortable to see him? Who told you that you don't have the ability to enter someone's bed!"

Mu Yuejuan gave Lan Qiao Lan Qiao Wuzui a white look and didn't speak.

Ye Ye Jianhuang said from the side, "He came just right. At least he can speak human language, and I can listen to it."

Lan Qiao Lan Qiao Wuzui nodded. "I also listen to Brother Zhou."

Gui Gui Jianchou smiled. "Eight-Dou Ink Guest has come, so we truly shouldn't talk too much."

This handsome man was precisely Eight-Dou Ink Guest, Zhou Zhou Wencheng.

Zhou Zhou Wencheng looked at everyone and sighed. "I knew that even if that old scoundrel opened the gate wide, you wouldn't necessarily dare to walk one more step inside."

Mu Yuejuan sneered. "Brother Zhou's words are beautiful, but you came late. Is it because you wanted to wait for us to go in for a lap, fight with that old scoundrel until both sides were injured, and then you come over to eat the ready-made meal?"

Zhou Zhou Wencheng frowned. "Do you think Zhou is that kind of person?"

Mu Yuejuan smiled. "Who is what kind of person—how can it be explained in a sentence or two? Let's see how Brother Zhou handles the matter at hand!"

After these words were said, Lan Qiao Lan Qiao Wuzui, Ye Ye Jianhuang, and Gui Gui Jianchou all looked at Zhou Zhou Wencheng.

Zhou Zhou Wencheng nodded. "Good. I'll walk in front, and I'll leave the back to you. First, take off that old scoundrel's head, and as for how to divide the things, we'll discuss it later!"

Lan Qiao Lan Qiao Wuzui nodded. "As long as we have Brother Zhou's words, you can pick the good things first!"

Zhou Zhou Wencheng asked, "Who is leading the way?"

Song Deke stood straight in front of the gate.

Just as he led everyone inside the gate, several disciples lying in ambush at the gate rushed toward Zhou Zhou Wencheng.

These disciples hadn't been initiated for long, not exceeding a year, and they were truly loyal to the Sage.

A disciple thrust his long sword toward Zhou Zhou Wencheng's chest. A character "Shatter" suddenly appeared on the sword body. No one knew if it was written by Zhou Zhou Wencheng; everyone felt that Zhou Zhou Wencheng's hand hadn't moved at all.

This disciple's long sword shattered immediately. The shattered sword body rushed toward these few disciples, beating them into a sieve on the spot.

Several disciples lost their lives on the spot. Only one disciple had a good physique and wasn't hit in a vital spot. He pulled an awl from his bosom, wanting to rush up and fight Zhou Zhou Wencheng again.

The awl was about to pierce Zhou Zhou Wencheng's clothes when it suddenly fell to the ground.

This disciple discovered that his right hand was smoking.

No fire was seen, only smoke. This disciple touched his right hand, the crisp skin broke immediately, and the entire arm turned into smoke and disappeared.

The disciple trembled all over, not knowing what to do.

Ye Ye Jianhuang glanced at him without any expression.

The disciple's wound continued to smoke, and with a gust of wind, the entire person turned into a wisp of smoke and dust.

The awl that fell to the ground was clearly a spiritual object. Everyone was too lazy to pick it up. Only Pan Pan Dehai didn't dislike it, picked up the awl, and put it into his bosom.

Not wasting things is an act of virtue.

Song Deke, who was walking in front, was so scared that he wet his pants. He didn't dare to look back and said in a low voice, "Seniors, heroes, their actions have nothing to do with me. I am sincerely leading the way for everyone."

Zhou Zhou Wencheng didn't speak. Song Deke walked more and more fearfully.

Lan Qiao Lan Qiao Wuzui smiled. "Are you scared out of your wits? Should I give you some good wine to build up your courage?"

Mu Yuejuan sneered. "I don't think his courage is the problem; he's walking so slowly, clearly his legs aren't up to it. Ah Gui, cut off his two legs and let your ghost servants carry him."

Gui Gui Jianchou really went to discuss it with Song Deke. "I think this is quite good. Cutting off the legs will hurt a bit, but you won't have to walk in the future. Having someone carry you—all in all, you're still profiting."

Song Deke hurriedly quickened his pace and led everyone to the Sage's bedroom. Along the way, he didn't see the Sage, only disciples surrendering one after another. Since these few big figures entered the residence, the inner defenses of these disciples had also been broken.

At the bedroom door, Song Deke shouted, "Master, they are here!"

There was no response in the bedroom. Song Deke said, "Everyone, wait here for a moment; allow me to go and report."

Zhou Zhou Wencheng smiled. We've already walked here, what's there to report?

Ghost servants explored the path in front. Zhou Zhou Wencheng pushed open the gate and led people straight into the bedroom.

This place was called a bedroom, but it was comparable to an imperial bedchamber, with several layers inside and out. Everyone searched back and forth, but didn't see the Sage, nor did they see the Jade Seal.

The Sage had escaped; they had guessed this.

But where did the Jade Seal go?

If the Sage wanted to use the Jade Seal to escape, he must have left the Jade Seal in place.

Mu Yuejuan whispered, "Who took the lead?"

Everyone cast their gaze toward Green Water Beggar. Green Water Beggar didn't make a sound; it seemed this person could only be He He Jiaqing.

Green Water Beggar still wanted to emphasize that he had nothing to do with He He Jiaqing, but saying these things now seemed to be of no use.

Song Deke said, "Master might not be in the bedroom. Let's go look elsewhere."

A group of people searched up and down in the residence, found over a hundred magic treasures and spiritual objects, and found mountains of gold and silver, but they didn't find the Sage, nor did they find the Jade Seal.

Green Water Beggar said, "Since that old scoundrel has escaped, this trip was in vain. Everyone, divide these good things yourselves. I'll take my leave."

A cloud of smoke swirled around Green Water Beggar. Ye Ye Jianhuang smiled. "Want to leave? Not that easy."

Green Water Beggar touched the pustules on his face. "Why, making things difficult for me?"

Lan Qiao Lan Qiao Wuzui took a swig from his wine pot. "He He Jiaqing was brought by you, and he took the Jade Seal. You have to give an explanation, right?"

"He He Jiaqing and I only met on the road. If you want the Jade Seal, go find He He Jiaqing." Green Water Beggar stepped forward to leave, but two ghost servants blocked his path.

Gui Gui Jianchou said, "Wait until you've explained things clearly before leaving."

Cui Cui Tike, who was following at the end, was almost asleep, but now he suddenly perked up.

The Sage wasn't caught, but there were fish here!

Judging by strength, if these few people made a move, Green Water Beggar would certainly die. Cui Cui Tike didn't want anything else; he just hoped to be able to leave a complete corpse for his ancestor.

Mu Yuejuan didn't give Green Water Beggar a chance to speak again. A spring painting appeared out of thin air in front of Green Water Beggar.

A spring painting—not a painting of spring, but a precious scroll recording the important process of human reproduction.

On the scroll were one man and two women. After seeing it, the pustules all over Green Water Beggar's body began to rupture uncontrollably, and pus splashed everywhere.

Ye Ye Jianhuang packed a bag of tobacco and took a puff. The smoke surrounded Green Water Beggar, and all the pus turned into dust in the smoke and fell to the ground.

Lan Qiao Lan Qiao Wuzui let out a wine burp, and the strong smell of alcohol hit him. Green Water Beggar felt a wave of dizziness.

Ghost servants attacked from all directions, surrounding Green Water Beggar with weapons. Green Water Beggar couldn't parry in time and was covered in wounds in an instant.

Cui Cui Tike sighed in his heart. The strength of these four people was all above Green Water Beggar, yet they still didn't care about their status and ganged up on him.

What should be done?

Cui Cui Tike was worried for his ancestor!

A complete corpse probably couldn't be preserved. If it really didn't work, he would pick it up from the ground; he would pick up as much as he could.

Just as Green Water Beggar was about to be driven to a desperate situation, a series of cries rang out outside the residence.

"Squeak!"

The Blade-Labor Ghosts had come.

Perhaps because he had been with the Blade-Labor Ghosts for too long, Cui Cui Tike thought the Blade-Labor Ghosts weren't that scary. Even the Blade-Labor Ghosts who had drunk his medicine and become extremely excited weren't that scary. These few big figures certainly had methods to deal with the Blade-Labor Ghosts.

But the scene that followed completely exceeded Cui Cui Tike's expectations.

Eight-Dou Ink Guest Zhou Zhou Wencheng—among these few people, his cultivation base was the highest, and his reputation was also the highest.

He divided the dozens of spiritual objects on the ground into several portions at the fastest speed. He had one portion, the other four big figures each had one, Pan Pan Dehai also had one, and even Cui Cui Tike, who was following behind, got two.

Having divided the magic treasures, Eight-Dou Ink Guest waved his hand and wrote two "Fly" characters. These two characters carried him away on the wind.

Ye Ye Jianhuang smoked his tobacco bag and spat out a puff of smoke. After the smoke dissipated, he himself also disappeared.

The others were stunned for a moment. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Green Water Beggar entered a Nameless Place, and his figure disappeared.

Mu Yuejuan sneered. "That old scoundrel ran away, and Green Flower Beggar also ran away. I said it before: counting Zhou Zhou Badou, there isn't one among you who is useful."

A landscape painting flashed in mid-air. Mu Yuejuan was also about to leave. Pan Pan Dehai smiled happily. "Senior Mu, please take this old man along for a ride."

Mu Yuejuan frowned. "Why should I take you? What are you? Don't you have the ability to go down the mountain yourself?"

Pan Pan Dehai wasn't angry. "Although I have the ability to go down the mountain, I'm always worried that accidents will happen."

The matter of the Jade Seal hadn't been investigated clearly, and he didn't want to be implicated because of this matter.

Mu Yuejuan smiled. "Fine. Call me grandmother, and I'll take you for a ride."

Pan Pan Dehai smiled. "Grandmother of great grace and virtue, I am your grandson. Please take me along."

Mu Yuejuan waved her hand, and Pan Pan Dehai followed her into the scroll.

Gui Gui Jianchou also left under the protection of ghost servants. Lan Qiao Lan Qiao Wuzui looked at Cui Cui Tike and asked, "Western ghost, are you Green Flower Beggar's disciple?"

Cui Cui Tike nodded.

"Where does Green Flower Beggar usually hide his good things? Tell me the truth, and I'll take you down the mountain."

Cui Cui Tike understood in his heart that if he didn't say something, Lan Qiao Lan Qiao Wuzui would kill him on the spot.

He was silent for a moment and said, "Senior, I can't go down the mountain anymore. I have already become one of them."

Lan Qiao Lan Qiao Wuzui didn't understand. "What do you mean? What do you mean by one of them..."

Cui Cui Tike's cheeks swelled rapidly, his facial features blurred and twisted, and he soon became exactly the same as a Blade-Labor Ghost.

Lan Qiao Lan Qiao Wuzui didn't ask any more questions, took a sip of wine, and walked straight down the mountain. The strong smell of alcohol emanating from his body made the surrounding Blade-Labor Ghosts not dare to approach easily.

They had all left. What about Song Deke? What about Du Duan Xiangwen? What should be done with those surrendered disciples?

No one cared what should be done with them.

Only Cui Cui Tike was still in the mood to look at their final result.

Thirty-odd disciples, five hundred-odd servants, and over a hundred women who practiced cultivation with the Sage—amidst the rising and falling roars, some turned into meat paste, and some turned into Blade-Labor Ghosts.

Sage-Virtue Peak was completely blood-washed—not just people, but also birds and beasts.

The Blade-Labor Ghosts, with eyes red from killing, soon walked to the foot of the mountain and arrived at Zhong Huaien Village, which was closest to Sage-Virtue Peak.

Cui Cui Tike had been to this village. This village wasn't small; in his impression, there were over five hundred people.

Today, there were fewer people in the village. Cui Cui Tike mixed among the Blade-Labor Ghosts, walked around the village, and estimated that it seemed only two or three hundred remained.

These two or three hundred people gathered in the center of the village, listening to an old man lecturing.

"The root of heaven and earth begins with the Sage's heart,

The changes of heaven and earth begin with the Sage's thoughts,

The foundation of heaven and earth begins with the Sage's virtue,

The source of heaven and earth begins with the Sage's wishes."

He read one sentence, and the people below repeated one sentence. They repeatedly read only these four sentences.

The surrounding Blade-Labor Ghosts became more and more numerous, and the roaring sound was deafening.

The louder the Blade-Labor Ghosts' voices were, the louder the old man's voice was, and the louder the readers' voices became.

They stood side by side, looking at the surrounding Blade-Labor Ghosts without fear, trying to use the Sage's teachings and their own beliefs to expel this group of aliens.

The Blade-Labor Ghosts circled these people for a long time. Cui Cui Tike was curious whether these four sentences they were reciting had special power?

The old man leading the reading shouted at the Blade-Labor Ghosts, "The changes of heaven and earth begin with the Sage's thoughts..."

A Blade-Labor Ghost bit off the old man's neck, and the sound of recitation stopped abruptly.

The pious and firm gazes of these villagers became much more peaceful in an instant.

The Blade-Labor Ghosts circled them and watched, not out of fear, but out of curiosity. For the Blade-Labor Ghosts, these people seemed to possess a certain ornamental value.

Now they were tired of watching and didn't want to watch anymore. They didn't even want to transform these people into Blade-Labor Ghosts; they just wanted to fill their own hungry stomachs.

Looking at the scene before him, listening to the sounds of screaming and biting, Cui Cui Tike fell into thought.

One day in the future, if all human beings in the world are to be eradicated, Blade-Labor Ghosts might become a good option.

But Blade-Labor Ghosts are restricted by Blade Ghost Ridge, and the limitations are still a bit too great.

His train of thought was suddenly interrupted. Someone pulled his lapel from behind.

Cui Cui Tike turned his head and saw a female Blade-Labor Ghost swaying her waist behind him.

Wanting this right after eating...

Cui Cui Tike sighed in his heart: This kind of creature that doesn't think about making progress—if they were allowed to rule this world, how much better could they be than humans?

Let's look at their performance in the next village.

Li Li Banfeng brought over ten thousand people to Hen Wuyou Terrace.

In order to bring these ten thousand people out, Li Li Banfeng sacrificed over sixty clones one after another, running through every corner of Scoundrel Ridge. Those who could be saved were saved; those who couldn't be saved, Li Li Banfeng didn't have time to waste on them.

Over ten thousand people—saying it is plain and unremarkable, but only after truly experiencing it will one know what a shocking number this is.

Walking in the middle of the team, one couldn't see the head or the tail at all.

Following behind the team were dozens of carts used to transport grain. He originally thought this grain could support them for a period of time, one meal a day, but after walking for three full days, basically nothing was left.

How should they walk next?

Li Li Banfeng took out a map. This map was given to him by Prince Chun. The map introduced the roads leading to various places.

If it were Li Li Banfeng himself, he could go anywhere he wanted; even the boundary couldn't stop him.

If he brought dozens of people with cultivation bases, although they would walk slowly, the difficulty wouldn't be too great.

But bringing over ten thousand people with no cultivation bases, this journey wouldn't be so easy. There were many places to go from Hen Wuyou Terrace, but all had to pass through a section of New Land. What could these people rely on to break through the New Land?

*Clatter, clatter! *

While deep in thought, a person shaking a rattle-drum walked up to Li Li Banfeng. "Brother, where do you want to go? I'll take you there."

Li Li Banfeng smiled. "Brother Peddler, where is your cargo cart?"

The Peddler lowered his voice. "I'm not pushing the cart; it's not very good to be recognized."

"What are you afraid of? You saved their lives; don't you want to leave a good reputation among them?"

The Peddler sneered. "What kind of good reputation can be left among them? It'll be good if they don't scold me in the future.

In the entire Puluo Continent, I'm afraid only you and I are left who can pity this group of scoundrels."

Green Water City, Wan Wan Jinxian had just walked out of the residence and saw a beggar standing at the gate.

Old Wan didn't hesitate and *thump*, knelt on the ground.

Green Flower Beggar smiled. "This master, why are you kneeling to a beggar like me?"

Wan Wan Jinxian kowtowed repeatedly. "This disciple greets the Ancestor!"

Green Water Beggar said, "How can I bear that? Aren't you a member of the Hand-Foot Alliance?"

Wan Wan Jinxian waved his hands repeatedly. "This disciple is only being hypocritical with others; only with the Ancestor am I sincere!"

Green Water Beggar nodded. "Good. I'll believe you one more time. You immediately call He He Jiaqing to see me."

Wan Wan Jinxian didn't dare to be vague and hurriedly contacted He He Jiaqing, but couldn't get in touch no matter what.

"Ancestor, I really didn't lie. I haven't been able to contact He He Jiaqing for several days."

Green Water Beggar looked at Wan Wan Jinxian and smiled slightly. "In our Daoist sect, two disciples might truly be a bit too many."

Medicine King Gully, Qiu Qiu Zhiheng entered the Lu Family Bookstore. He originally wanted to buy a few newspapers, but his attention was attracted by a landscape painting on the wall.

"Boss Lu, is this painting from the hand of Mu Yuejuan?"

Boss Lu nodded repeatedly. "Boss Qiu has a good eye. This is Mu Yuejuan's authentic work, sold to me by a friend."

Qiu Qiu Zhiheng praised, "Among Mu Yuejuan's paintings, this one can be considered top-notch. Boss Lu, do you have any intention of selling it?"

Boss Lu smiled. "Boss Qiu, you should know that buying Mu Yuejuan's paintings home has its own implications. Aren't you afraid of your wife blaming you?"

Qiu Qiu Zhiheng didn't explain. He didn't want this painting to have a secret meeting with Mu Yuejuan; he had other uses for it.

Boss Lu sighed. "Boss Qiu, it's not that I'm rejecting your face, but this painting has already been reserved by someone. I've already received the deposit. If there are such good things another day, I'll be the first to inform Boss Qiu."

Qiu Qiu Zhiheng didn't ask again, bought the newspaper, and left the bookstore.

The sky wasn't early. Boss Lu closed the shop.

Under the candlelight, he was tidying up books when the painting scroll on the wall trembled, and Hundred-Flower Baihua Danqing Mu Yuejuan walked out of the painting.

She stood beside Boss Lu and smiled slightly. "Is this play of mine performed decently?"

Boss Lu was still tidying the bookshelf, looking straight ahead. "Miss Mu has worked hard. On top of the third bookshelf, there is a thank-you gift I prepared for Miss Mu."

Mu Yuejuan went to the third bookshelf and took down a package from above the bookshelf.

The package contained eleven magic treasures. Before leaving the Sage's residence, Eight-Dou Ink Guest Zhou Zhou Wencheng had divided the magic treasures into several portions. This portion of eleven items was the one Zhou Zhou Wencheng left for himself, and it was also the portion with the best quality.

Mu Yuejuan accepted these eleven magic treasures and said to Boss Lu, "There is one thing I want to ask: did you get the Jade Seal, or did you get the old scoundrel's head, or did you get both?"

Boss Lu arranged the books, smiled at Mu Yuejuan, "Miss, the shop is closed. If you want to buy books, please come back tomorrow."

Mu Yuejuan frowned slightly, but didn't say much, jumped up and returned to the painting, and the entire painting scroll also disappeared.

Luo Zhengnan returned to Green Water City, invited a few old friends to the original site of the Hand-Foot Alliance's main hall, and discussed the next steps of action.

The halls of the Hand-Foot Alliance in various places had basically been wiped out, but he didn't expect that a group of mountain bandits had appeared in Green Water Bay, and the main members were actually remnants of the Hand-Foot Alliance.

Changing the signboard and wanting to return to life?

Luo Zhengnan couldn't tolerate this matter. He formulated a plan with a few old friends, preparing to pull this group of mountain bandits out by the roots this month.

After finishing the business, everyone chatted for a while. One person had an urgent need to urinate and wasn't familiar with the Hand-Foot Alliance's main hall. For a while, he couldn't find the latrine and ran to the rockery to relieve himself.

He didn't know if he had heard wrong, but he always felt there was some movement under the rockery.

He hadn't heard wrong; there was indeed movement under the rockery.

The secret room under the rockery had excellent soundproofing. Back then, Li Li Banfeng couldn't hear any sound even with the Silk-Earring.

But this secret room had now suffered damage, just very slight damage.

The emaciated He He Jiaqing was currently in the secret room, scraping a wall brick with his fingernails.

As long as he pulled this wall brick out, he could escape from the basement.

But now he had only cleared a brick seam, and the goal of pulling out a brick was still very far away.

He He Jiaqing's hands were trembling a bit. He couldn't hold on much longer.

After resting for a moment, he gnawed on his fingernails and continued to scrape in the brick seam.

PS: He Jiaqing, hold on!

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