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Chapter 427 Escaping into This Place
After receiving the money, Ma Tianshou ordered people to arrange for the distribution of eggs.

The old man and the young man sat down, and Ma Tianshou said, "Old Master Lin came by this morning, and Bian Lu responded. Hmph, just as expected, he is protecting Bai Huahun."

Mr. Lin felt quite guilty about this.

This old gentleman still has some principles.

But he couldn't influence Bian Lü's attitude.

In Bian Lü's mind, a fourth-rate cultivator who was nearing the end of his life was far less valuable than a sixth-rate cultivator.

Xu Yuan nodded: "I understand, don't worry, sir."

Ma Tianshou added, "Stay in Luocheng for a while longer. I can always protect you in Luocheng."

Xu Yuan laughed: "In Luo City, I'm afraid they wouldn't dare to make a move."

Previously, when Fan Jie made his move in secret, he also used the delegation of the Blue-eyed Barbarians to cover it up.

Ma Tianshou was still worried: "A seventh-rate fighter against a sixth-rate fighter, that's risky..."

……

After lunch, it was a bit noisy in Bai Huahun's courtyard.

Before long, someone came in and reported to Bai Huahun: "Old Master Lin has left. Several of us tried to persuade him to stay, but he was adamant about not staying."

Bai Huahun sneered: "Let the withered bones in the tomb go."

The fifth-rate person who came in was named He Jingchuan.

He is Bai Huahun's newly acquired "friend".

Fan Jie has fallen out of favor.

He Jingchuan didn't quite understand Mr. Lin. You're about to pass away, and you want to preserve your so-called "reputation in your later years."

But you still have children and grandchildren.

All talk of good reputation in old age or posthumous fame is meaningless.

If you offend Bai Huahun, aren't you afraid that your family will suffer endless misfortune and die out completely?

In any case, He Jingchuan would not do that.

But He Jingchuan also had some reservations, and tentatively asked, "Let me find out when that guy surnamed Xu is returning to Zhancheng, so we can make our move on the way?"

"Why did you have to make a move halfway through?" Bai Huahun asked rhetorically.

"Well... with Ma Tianshou watching over Luo City, even if we succeed, Ma Tianshou probably won't let us go."

Bai Huahun looked at him and asked, "If you make a move halfway through, won't others guess it was me?"

He Jingchuan was speechless.

Yes, Bai Huahun and Xu Yuan are at loggerheads, and it has escalated to the point where Ma Tianshou has gone to question Bian Lü.

No matter which of the two people gets into trouble, everyone will assume without a doubt that the other person was the one who did it.

“Xu Yuan is dead. Do you think Ma Tianshou would make things difficult for me because of a dead man? Ma Tianshou values ​​life cultivation, not Xu Yuan.”

He Jingchuan nodded emphatically: "I understand. So what should we do?"

"Is the supervisor's granddaughter still at the inn?"

He Jingchuan shook his head: "This morning, Master Miaoyan led them away, and it is said that she is preparing to return to Zhengzhou."

Bai Huahun frowned.

This news brought him mixed feelings.

This indicates that the supervisory authority will not interfere in the conflict between the two cultivators.

But it also means that the suppression of his "Lucky Star Shining in the Hall" was not due to Miao Yan Zhenren's secret intervention, but rather to Xu Yuan's own abilities.

However, the fact that "auspicious stars shining brightly" doesn't work doesn't mean that other life charts don't work.

"Get ready. Once Xu Yuan dies, I will immediately devour his life essence. I need at least half an hour. During this half hour, you must hold off Ma Tianshou for me!"

He Jingchuan sat upright and nodded solemnly: "Alright, we will definitely stop Ma Tianshou!"

Ma Tianshou was a fifth-rate person, and so were He Jingchuan and the others.

I just don't know if there are any other fourth-rate groups in Luo City.

If Elder Lin were willing to stay, then everything would be foolproof. After He Jingchuan left, Bai Huahun turned the guqin over.

The image shows a hand reaching out to touch the bottom of the guqin, and then the hand directly reaching into the bottom of the instrument!

That hand in the painting seems to have descended from the sky, capable of controlling everything.

There are eight people in the painting, and a large hand has grabbed one of the young men in plain clothes.

The young man was filled with indignation and hatred, yet powerless to resist.

Immediately, a special power was activated from the zither, spreading and enveloping Bai Huahun's entire body.

Bai Huahun nodded in satisfaction, one hand still holding the young man's hand on the zither, while the other hand rose—

A calligraphy scroll appeared in his palm.

The calligraphy copybook reads:
He fled into this place.

"Shh-"

As the calligraphy scroll tore apart, the mortal world where Bai Huahun resided was also torn apart along with it, revealing a crack that could penetrate directly into the mortal realm.

Bai Huahun leaned inside.

……

The Luocheng and Champa mentioned in "Zhuojian" are different.

Luocheng was very important in the history of Jiaozhi.

The turbid room contains all the buildings from Luocheng's two-thousand-year history.

This superposition is a true superposition, allowing a clear view of all the historical buildings.

Houses were piled one on top of houses, palaces were piled one on top of palaces, some were magnificent and resplendent, while others were in ruins.

Even more striking are the portraits of famous historical figures, who seem to linger unconsciously among these buildings, unwilling to leave.

The moment the crack opened and Bai Huahun leaned in, countless eyeballs, like glass marbles, bounced out from the buildings of past dynasties and surrounded Bai Huahun.

From a distance, it looks like some kind of fish egg in the water.

They were crammed together in big clumps.

Upon closer inspection, every single eyeball—whether human, fish, cow, sheep, snake, or any other kind—was staring at Bai Huahun.

It was sticky and foul-smelling, with a sinister gaze that made you feel uncomfortable, as if countless ants were crawling all over you.

In the distance, several large evil spirits looked over together.

One is a giant gorilla, as big as a mountain.

It sits atop a ruined palace.

This palace was not in the style of Jiaozhi; it hung suspended hundreds of feet in the air, its origin unknown.

The mountain gorilla was covered in black fur, but its head was a white bone skull! Above its head, seven feet away from the skull, was a crown, which burned with a ghastly green flame.

A void, seemingly without substance, sometimes spreads out into thousands of layers, each layer displaying a scene of the most tragic suffering.

Sometimes they are all superimposed, turning into something like a donkey skin shadow puppet.

The colors on it are intense, like a mixture of various oil paints in a Peking Opera mask, but there is no fixed image.

All one can feel from it is a deep pain!

One is a huge water tank, inside which a small black snake is kept.

But suddenly the little snake transformed into a three-headed evil dragon, then in a flash, it became a giant insect covered in sharp spikes, and then it transformed again into countless tiny black and gray whiskers... Nine transformations in an instant!
Bai Huahun was also startled by those eyeballs.

If it weren't for the young man in plain clothes' "fate," simply peeking in would likely have been met with a sudden and unexpected change if these eyes had seen him.

This fate of the commoner youth is called "Victory Over Slowness".

Calamity always comes a step late.

Even "infection" and "deceptive changes" will arrive a step too late.

Bai Huahun then had time to discuss things with these evil spirits in the turbid world.

(End of this chapter)