Nobody told me this wasn't a game.

His expression was solemn as he continued, "It's better to avoid trouble. I don't think this witch is very hostile. If we just lie down, we might be able to avoid disaster."

Ah this.

It's true what they say, "To be old and not die is to be a thief." Old Man Mu has finally figured it out in his life.

After a moment's thought, Zuo Chang decided to start by asking, "Miss Witch, what brings you to Heavenly King City?"

you?

The blue-haired witch keenly noticed Zuo Chang's choice of words. She looked at him with some surprise: "How do you know that many witches have been brought here? Did you meet other witches?"

Zuo Chang replied mysteriously, "Yes."

"Um……"

The blue-haired witch lifted her bare feet, which were not covered by shoes or socks, and slowly approached.

Musuogen subconsciously channeled his magical power, ready to lend a helping hand at any moment.

However, the witch did not make a move.

Her high, straight nose twitched as she carefully sniffed Zuo Chang's shoulder and collar. Then, she tilted her head, revealing a hint of innocence: "You don't have the scent of witch's blood on you. Didn't you fight that witch?"

Zuo Chang continued to spout nonsense: "I only saw it from afar, I didn't get close."

"I see, I see. Goodbye, sir."

The blue-haired witch reached into her bosom and pulled out a black invitation card: "I'm not good at explaining. This is a 'witch's letter' that invites me here. Everything is written on it. You can read it yourself—if you can see it."

She nodded in acknowledgment, turned and left, quickly disappearing into the depths of the sewer pipe.

Zuo Chang unfolded the double invitation and found only one line: "A storm is coming, come inside to take shelter."

There is nothing else.

He looked around, trying to infuse his magic with it, but found nothing.

The voice of the War Demon rang out at the opportune moment: "The Witch's Letter is a tool for witches to exchange messages. Only 'demon power' can make the words on it appear; ordinary magic is ineffective."

Upon hearing this, Zuo Chang thought to himself, "A torrential rain is coming, what does it mean to go indoors to take shelter?"

"I don't know either, it's probably a code! A downpour is coming, maybe something big is about to happen; going inside to take shelter, hmm... maybe it means an invitation to a party."

"..."

Yes, that makes perfect sense.

The demon of war infused it with his power, and the hidden text was instantly revealed:

【Witch Sisters:】

The appointed time has arrived; the blood of the Witch King has been rekindled, and the 'Seven-Person Tea Party,' absent for seven hundred years, will be held once more. Please arrive at Community 96511 before the tide rises. The glass slipper and the pumpkin carriage will guide you; we will gather under the moonlight.

Sincerely yours, Hyacinth.

Zuo Chang read the text, then looked down at the puppy at his feet.

The puppy looked up at him and asked, "Why are you looking at me?"

"Could you explain this to me? What does 'the appointed time' mean? Who is the Witch King? When will the tides come? And what about the glass slippers and the pumpkin carriage?"

"I don't know either. I'm a demon, not a witch. I usually keep my distance from those crazy little girls."

The demonic power receded, and the words vanished.

Zuo Chang held the invitation in his hand, feeling like he had only seen a void.

"However, this Seven-Person Tea Party is quite famous. It is a witch alliance founded by seven of the most powerful witches at the time, and its influence is extremely terrifying! The weakest of those seven witches is capable of defeating a hundred men. As soon as it was established, it immediately caused shock and fear among the countries of the continent!"

The demon of war, his tone chilling!

Zuo Chang asked, "And then what happened?"

"Later, I traveled to mainland China."

"……what?"

The War Demon continued, “After the Seven Tea Party was established, the Witch Queen traveled to various countries on the continent with her witches. For a long time, witches have been synonymous with evil, beauty, and debauchery. Who in the world—especially men—is not curious about witches? Not to mention the ancient times when information was scarce, even today with advanced communication methods, witches are still a novelty.”

"On that day, a notice was posted in the capital of the largest empire on the continent, announcing that the Seven Tea Party would be holding a 'Moonlight Celebration' in Civic Square. The news spread throughout the streets and alleys in an instant, and many citizens came to see it."

"The witches set up stages, sang and danced, and sold men spicy liquor and women refreshing fruit wines, both of which had amazing tastes. Everyone who attended the party marveled at the witches' singing and dancing, as well as their stunning beauty."

"Later, the Seven Tea Party became a renowned high-end dance troupe. Only the nobles who could invite them were first-class nobles, and even royal families from various countries vied to invite them to perform in their palaces. I was not yet sealed away at that time and had witnessed it live once. I can only say that the Seven Tea Party's performance level was epoch-making and extremely amazing."

As Zuo Chang listened, he began to lose his composure.

Just now, the image of the witch in his mind had shed its dark and bloody connotations and shifted towards a fairytale style.

Realizing this, Zuo Chang asked, "Is this to... change public opinion?"

"Yes, I only noticed that later. When the Seven-Person Tea Party swept the continent, the witches broke free from their original stereotypes. It was a very clever tactic, wasn't it? People of that era associated witches with festivals. The Witch Queen was very clever; she subtly and quietly reversed everything with her gentle approach."

The spotted puppy looked down at the bloody scene not far away.

It continued, "Look at this cruel scene! If you told people of that era that many witches were evil and insane, killing people without any psychological burden and even enjoying it, they wouldn't believe it. In their eyes, witches were swaying dancers, beautiful women with charming smiles, and pretty girls who would give children milk tea."

"Later, with the outbreak of war that swept across the entire continent, the Seven Tea Party also disappeared into history."

"But the witch's good reputation has lasted for over a hundred years."

"I haven't spoken with the Witch Queen, and I don't know what her goals were in doing those things. But I think her wish has been fulfilled... General Heavenly King, what do you think?"

Zuo Chang looked at the invitation in his hand but did not express his opinion.

He looked at Captain Hu, who was still lying motionless, and said, "Captain Hu, the person is gone, you can get up now."

Captain Hu looked up slightly, and after confirming that he did not see the blue-haired witch, he slowly sat up straight.

Yesterday's update... is finished... (collapses)

Chapter 254 If it's that person

A corpse lay in the hall.

The patriarch of the Herze family, Mor Herze, looked at his lifeless child, his expression remaining largely unchanged.

One son is nothing compared to the great cause he is undertaking.

Wellen's talent is quite good; in an ordinary family, he would be a promising star with high expectations.

The reason why they weren't given special attention is because—

Among the Herse clan, there are many who are even more talented than Velen!

It doesn't matter that Wei Lun is dead; what matters is how he died.

After carefully examining the body, the family doctor said, "Master Moore, without a doubt, this was murder. Young Master Willen was attacked by a strongman and was killed instantly by 'Sand Pillar' with a head wound."

Moore easily spotted the problem: "One encounter? That's impossible. Velen was in the Blood Tears Mine, collecting materials to build the 'Immortal Ship,' a place restricted to the seventh realm. My son may be useless, but in that environment, how could he possibly be killed in one move?"

Behind Moore stood a fully armed bodyguard.

The guard asked, "Master, could it be... that we underestimated the enemy or were ambushed?"

The family doctor adjusted his glasses and said, "I don't think so. Judging from the wound, the power of that 'Sand Pillar' strike was extremely astonishing, clearly beyond the capabilities of a seventh-realm adventurer. I think the attacker must have temporarily broken through the rules, and at that moment, his cultivation reached around the twelfth realm."

That's even more impossible!

Moore looked at the family doctor with suspicion in his eyes.

"Temporarily breaking the rules"?

The rules were set by the gods. Before she fell, what kind of person could disregard the existence of the rules?

Even Grand Demons won't do.

However, Moore also knew his family doctor.

As the best "medical practitioner" in Community No. 1, and even in the world, Chun Sang emphasizes being pragmatic.

He would never be wrong.

Moore asked, "Are there really such extraordinary people?"

Chun Sang smiled slightly and said, "Using sand magic to attack, and being able to temporarily break through the limitations of the rules, this fighting style reminds me of a very interesting person—his name is Mu Suogen, who has mastered an extremely high-level domain technique. In it, his cultivation can temporarily break through the limitations and reach the twelfth realm."

Musuogen!

Who is it?

Mo'er's expression turned serious. He said, "Chun Sang, this information is crucial. The Mysterious Underground City holds the origin of the world. A thousand years ago, during the 'Tower Incident,' the gods cut the world into 100,000 pieces and placed them into the tower. Since then, the world has never been whole again."

"The so-called 'supreme' Community No. 1, in ancient times, would have been nothing more than a regional hegemon. What glory is there in that?"

"Only by conquering the mysterious dungeon can the shattered world be restored; the gods slain by the gods will also be resurrected! The 'divine blood' within our Hesei family has long been restless, and the expectation of reviving the Mother Goddess urges me to strive every day..."

Morgesse was saying strange things.

He looked at Chun Sang and asked, "Where is that Mu Suogen now? What organization does he belong to? How did he get into the mysterious dungeon?"

"Calm down, clan leader."

Chun Sang pressed her palms, appearing quite emotionally stable.

He thought for a moment and said, “Musuogen is a loyal customer of mine. He buys my ‘Soothing Liquid’ every month. If I remember correctly… the last time he specified this as the delivery address.”

Chun Sang took out a pen and paper and wrote down an address.

Moor opened it and saw:

96511, Tianwangcheng, No. 103, Yangon Street.

Mohr handed the note to his bodyguard behind him and said, "Take the 'Gold and Silver Team' to 96511 to do two things—first, find out who or what organization knows about the existence of the 'Mysterious Dungeon'; second, bring Mussogen here, and do not kill him unless absolutely necessary."

"Yes."

The guard bowed his head and accepted the task.

……

……

About the same time.

Inside the King's City.