Traveler's Comprehension Guide

Chapter 303 Give You One Last Chance

The fat man gritted his teeth and realized something was wrong and wanted to get away, but looking at the flying boat above his head, he finally gave up this tempting idea and honestly raised his hands.

Having lived in Xiancheng for so many years, he knows the methods of the Public Security Bureau very well. If there is no flying boat above his head, he might still have a chance to escape.

But there are flying boats in the lineup, let alone him here, even if there are ten or eight more, at most it will cause Qingyao a little painless loss, which is useless.

If the boy hadn't jumped out, he still had a chance to get away with it, but in this situation, even if he knew he was dying, he could only escape.

So the fat man raised his hand and surrendered without hesitation—according to the experience he heard over the years, none of the demon cultivators who resisted arrest would end well, but if they were honest, they would not only have a chance to survive, but might even retain their cultivation!

To be frank and lenient and to resist strictness is not just talk.

Feizhou shot down without hesitation, turning into a layer of enchantment to cover the fat man.

Several Qingyao disciples in heavy armor flew down and neatly handcuffed the fat man's hands and feet. The true essence surging in the fat man's body stopped abruptly like a river cut off by a dam.

The fat man's facial features were crowded together, his expression was extremely bitter, and he tried to comfort himself in his heart: Forget it, it's a blessing in disguise, I don't know if it's a blessing, why don't we take the opportunity to get out of the magic gate and jump out of this pit of fire that eats people but doesn't spit out their bones.

Thinking of this, the fat man immediately raised his handcuffed hands: "Fellow Daoist, I confess, I confess, I want to make meritorious service and atone for my crime!"

After a simple surprise interrogation, the fat man and the boy were taken away separately by the Public Security Bureau.

After finding out that the boy who looked like a boy had no bad deeds in the past, he abolished his cultivation and locked him up. What awaits him is a long prison life.

In contrast, Fatty's treatment is much better, and even the tone of the question is very polite, just like an old friend.

But Fatty himself is a marginal figure in the Demon Sect, otherwise he wouldn't have lived in Xiancheng for seven or eight years, and he said a lot of miscellaneous things, but there were few useful words.

Soon, Li Anxian received a notification from the main station—according to Fatty's confession and the evidence obtained by other means, Mozong will make a big move in the near future, but the specifics are still unclear.

His brows became tighter and tighter, and he asked all departments to be more vigilant. After thinking about it, he ordered Xiancheng to continue to maintain the current state and conduct two more rounds of comprehensive investigations, and then fell into deep thought.

The Mozong always likes to play tricks, and it's always a loop, but this time it's anticlimactic, and there is no movement after the start?

Is it because Qingyao moved too fast and interrupted Mozong's follow-up plan?
Li Anxian very much hoped that this was the truth, but Qingyao's changes had been accumulated bit by bit over the years, and it was impossible for the Mozong to be unaware of it, so he had to take all unexpected factors into account before taking action.

Or is it that the Mozong's information lags behind too much, and it was only when it was time to start that it was discovered that the original plan was completely unfeasible, and had to be suspended because of a problem with the connection?

Thinking of this, Li Anxian couldn't help but feel a headache.

After ten years of development, the Secrecy Bureau, like other departments in Qingyao, has made great achievements, but the most troublesome point is that the orthodox practice philosophy is incompatible with the demon sect's omnipotence.

Li Anxian is well aware of the importance of intelligence work, so the members recruited by the Secrecy Bureau are all very good seedlings, but in the past ten years, no one has been able to break into the Demon Sect!
In fact, there are quite a few intelligence officers who entered the Demon Sect through various means, but in that environment of survival of the fittest, they were either found and killed by the Demon Sect, or degraded and assimilated by the Demon Cultivator. A lesson learned from a heavy loss.

It's not easy to learn well, but it's easy to learn badly.

An honest child joined the Demon Sect, facing all kinds of coercion and temptation, it is difficult to guarantee that there will be no problems.

Therefore, the Bureau of Secrecy has long stopped this infiltration method of feeding tigers with its body, and instead contacted those fringe figures who were unwilling in the middle and high levels of the Demon Sect, and obtained information by buying and selling.

Mozong are all selfish guys, and some Moxiu are willing to sell information for Lingshi.

However, the information obtained in this way is difficult to distinguish between true and false, and the information obtained from different channels is full of contradictions. It is very difficult to find out what is really useful.

As a result, for a full ten years, Qingyaomen's intelligence work on Mozong could not be carried out.

Otherwise, how could there be a passive situation where the enemy came to attack?
Returning to Xianshan, Li Anxian carefully analyzed the situation reported below, ordered all units to continue to be vigilant, and then lifted the state of emergency in Xiancheng.

According to previous experience and the analysis of various intelligences held by Qingyao, the attack of the Demon Sect on the dam and the fairy city should be a precursor to the massive attack of the Mingzu, but there is no abnormality in the valley, let alone the army of the Mingzu, even a piece of broken bone No stubble came out.

Not only did Li Anxian find this strange, but everyone else also felt like they were punched in the air.

In the depths of Xianting Mountain in the Northern Territory, underground.

Between the layers of stone pillars, on a blood-colored square altar stood an ancient bronze tripod. The surface of the ancient tripod was mottled, as if it had just been dug out of the ground.

A barefoot black-robed man walked up to the altar silently, chanting spells in his hands, and a dark blood light appeared around the altar. After a while, the blood light suddenly subsided, pouring into the ancient cauldron along the lines on the altar, Bloody light surged above the dark ancient tripod, gradually turning into a dark red head covering his face.

The man in black bowed and saluted: "My lord, our action has failed."

It was a woman who heard the voice. She tried her best to hide the uneasiness and apprehension in her heart, but her voice trembled uncontrollably.

"Trash!" The blood-colored head opened his eyes, and the eyes flashed with light. The black-robed woman flew out backwards as if struck by lightning, and fell to the edge of the altar with a scream.

The woman quickly got up, knelt down on her knees and grabbed the ground with her head: "My lord, please forgive me, please give me another chance!"

"Count it yourself, how many times have I given you a chance?"

The woman didn't dare to speak anymore, bead-sized beads of sweat oozed out of her forehead, dripping down one by one.

The bloody head closed his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking, and opened them again after a while: "Okay, I will give you one last chance, within three days, I want to see the result!"

"Thank you lord, thank you lord!" The woman was grateful and bowed down.

The bloody head disappeared, and the altar returned to calm.

The woman stood up with a long breath, exhaustion that could not be concealed.

I finally got through this hurdle, but after planning for so long before, there was no result. This time, only three days were given, how could there be any results?
The woman wailed and sighed, her eyes flickering like a light on her back, and after a long while, a trace of determination finally appeared in her eyes.

　In the afternoon, all staff nucleic acid, I don't know if there is a time code.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)