The Unorthodox Tomb Raider

Fang Yun smiled, revealing an expression that said he had a plan.

As expected, the two people Fang Yun let go fled desperately after leaving, using almost all their strength to escape, fearing that Fang Yun might suddenly come back and change his mind, which would make them regret it.

Fortunately, they didn't see anyone chasing them until they reached the station, which put them at ease.

After a few days, the group finally returned to the heart of the southwest, disappearing into the deep mountains and forests, where even a god would have a hard time finding them.

"Hmph, this brat actually dared to kill the Left Protector. He'll die a hundred times worse."

"Of course, his biggest mistake was letting a few of us come back. I'll definitely be one of the people who kill him then. I just want to see how interesting his expression will be."

The fugitives finally reached safety and could finally relax completely.

As they continued deeper into the dense forest, the outline of a place resembling a mountain stronghold gradually came into view.

This mountain stronghold was built halfway up the mountain, with houses made of dark wood lined up one after another, stretching across the entire mountain area. Looking down from the foot of the mountain, it appeared quite majestic and imposing.

This is the headquarters of the Witch God Cult, which has been established in this area for hundreds of years and can be said to be very powerful in the region.

The scattered villages at the foot of the mountain rely on the Witch God Cult for survival. They usually act as scouts for the Witch God Cult, and if they encounter danger, the Witch God Cult will protect them. This relationship has lasted for hundreds of years.

Therefore, when the group arrived in this area, the farmers working in the fields and the shepherds riding on water buffaloes all looked over warily.

However, when they realized there were several people, they all turned their heads away as if they hadn't seen anything.

As you walk uphill from the foot of the mountain, you'll see stone carvings of ghosts and gods with blue faces and fangs on both sides of the mountain path. Most of these stone carvings have been eroded by wind and rain, but the fierce and mysterious aura hidden within them only grows stronger.

At this moment, in the main hall of the Witch God Cult, a group of elders gathered, seemingly discussing some important matter.

The seat to the left of the cult leader was empty; clearly, it was the seat of the left protector.

When these people arrived in the hall and delivered the news, everyone in the hall changed color, and the atmosphere immediately turned sour.

Fang Yun, who was thousands of miles away, felt a sudden fluctuation in the magical talisman he had planted on the tables of several people. He also raised the corners of his mouth slightly. Soon these people would witness a magnificent performance.

"You (Nuode Zhao) are saying that the Left Protector was killed by a young man in his twenties?"

The old man sitting in the center of the hall suddenly spoke, and his voice, like the chilling air from ancient times, lowered the temperature of the entire hall by several degrees.

Although the old man's face was sallow and his skin was wrinkled like an orange peel that had been sitting out for a long time, the chilling aura that occasionally emanated from his body was enough to show how powerful his magic was.

"Master, it seems those people from the Central Plains don't take us seriously. Although our Witch God Sect hasn't set foot in the Central Plains for decades, that doesn't mean we can be bullied. It seems it's time to let them taste the consequences of such contempt."

Chapter 626 The Witch God Cult

At this moment, an elderly man sitting on the right below spoke.

“That’s right. Our Witch God Cult has been entrenched in the southwest for too long, causing the outside world to forget about us and dare to offend us like this.”

"Master, I suggest we take men and march to the Central Plains to capture that brat surnamed Fang. After I cut off his head, I'll refine his flesh into corpse oil."

People then began to speak one after another.

The cult leader merely snorted coldly, then instructed the surviving individuals to describe the scene again.

Upon hearing the cult leader's voice, these people dared not conceal anything. Although the entire battle seemed to be one-sided, they still told him everything they had seen.

This remark caused a change in the expressions of everyone in the hall, their eyes flickering with uncertainty.

"Are you all making this up? Is it really true, as you say, that young man who is only around twenty years old can summon the divine beast Phoenix? And he even directly used a bronze bell to burn the Left Protector to ashes?"

The sect leader in the hall frowned deeply. He was well aware of the Left Protector's Blood Moon Divine Skill. If he were to deal with it himself, it would probably take a lot of effort, unlike the way the sect leader did it so casually.

But he simply couldn't believe that a young man in his early twenties could have such strength.

Of course, it's possible that the opponent possesses profound magical abilities and has altered their appearance.

"Stop spouting nonsense. Even the Left Protector couldn't handle it. We won't hold you responsible for your hasty retreat."

"But when you made this up, didn't you think that if that person really had the strength you're talking about, he could probably crush you with a single finger. How could you have had the chance to run back and survive?"

Seeing the elders' stern expressions, the group immediately said, feeling wronged, "It's absolutely true! He actually asked us to pass on a message before we left..."

"What?"

"We dare not say."

"Speak up now, or you will be guilty of apostasy for deceiving your elders!"

The group dared not hide anything any longer and finally lowered their heads and whispered, "He said... he told me to wash my neck clean and wait for him here. He's going to wipe out our Witch God Cult."

"Extremely arrogant!"

At this moment, not only was there a chorus of curses throughout the entire hall, but the sorcerer god, who was sitting in the main seat, also smashed the bluestone slab next to him with a single palm strike.

The crowd, who had only been talking about it, could no longer hold back.

"Master, I am willing to bring several skilled fighters to take this brat Fang Yun's head!"

"I'm willing to go too! No matter how powerful he is, he'll perish immediately after experiencing our Hundred Ghosts Formation!"

Seeing the crowd's agitation, the leader of the Witch God Cult noticed something amiss, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. He simply asked everyone to be quiet.

Just then, a series of shrill screams suddenly interrupted the argument.

The people who had just returned were scratching themselves incessantly, until their skin bled, as if they had something unbearable hidden inside them (bjbd).

At that moment, mottled golden marks suddenly appeared on their skin. With a "poof," flames suddenly erupted from these marks, then gathered together and engulfed the entire person in flames.

The group screamed in agony, but everyone in the hall seemed too frightened to rush to their aid. By the time someone realized what was happening and hurriedly called for water, the group had already vanished.

On the ground where they had just stood, apart from the charred marks left by the flames on the floor, the people seemed to have been burned to ashes and scattered by the wind.

The entire hall fell into a deathly silence!

The elders who had just been shouting for battle were now slumped in their seats, not uttering a single word.

As for the Witch God Cult Leader, who sat upright in bright red, his eyes were also filled with uncertainty, and he forcibly suppressed the shock in his heart.

If what these people say is true, and the last time they saw Fang Yun was when they parted ways in the Central Plains, then such a method of burning someone to death across thousands of miles is truly unheard of.

This is no ordinary technique!

"So... are you still going to seek revenge?"

Suddenly, someone asked in a hoarse voice.

But no one answered, and the entire hall fell silent. The leader of the Witch God Cult also remained silent.

Finally, when the doorman came to deliver lunch, everyone picked up their bowls and chatted for a few moments. As for the trip to the Central Plains, no one mentioned it again.

On this side, Fang Yun was not clear about the situation over there, but he had accurately predicted the likely outbreak of the incident. As for the actual situation, Fang Yun could not care about that anymore.

However, this was all their own doing. Having chosen to do evil, they will eventually be punished for it. If these people come looking for me, that's fine too; it saves me the trouble of dealing with them later. After all, I don't want to constantly feel like someone is keeping an eye on me; it's too uncomfortable.

Chapter 627 Silent as a Cicada in Winter

If they had any self-awareness and didn't come looking for him, Fang Yun would consider letting them live a little longer. However, if he had the chance in the future, he would definitely eradicate this evil organization.

On the other side, Qin Hongmu saw Fang Yun's profile and suddenly felt a little unfamiliar with him. He had something stuck in his throat but couldn't say it for a long time.

Fang Yun naturally knew Qin Hongmu's current state of mind; she was probably shaken by his actions just now. This wasn't surprising; even a renowned expert would likely feel conflicted upon seeing such things.

However, Fang Yun did not want to do that. He had no intention of showing any martial prowess in front of Qin Hongmu, so he did not want to make her feel more afraid of him. Therefore, Fang Yun waved to Qin Hongmu.

"I think this villa area is quite nice, so why was it abandoned back then?"

Fang Yun tried to start a conversation.

Fortunately, Qin Hongmu was a native of Guangling and was very familiar with the place, so after recalling for a while, he said, "It is a sad story from the past."

"Guangling City was not a big city a long time ago; in fact, it was quite backward. Compared to other places that developed earlier, it was just a rural area."

"But later, Guangling also found its own opportunities. For example, with its profound cultural heritage and some treasures left over from the past, the clever people of Guangling gradually built a trade market here, attracting more merchants and tourists."

"This villa area used to be the outskirts of Guangling. They chose to build and live here in order to oppose excessive urbanization. However, due to the lack of reliable water and electricity, and several safety accidents that were not rescued in time, most of them gradually moved out, leaving only these empty houses."

Qin Hongmu recounted the story in detail, captivating Fang Yun, who was completely absorbed in listening. He hadn't expected the reason behind it to be like this.

This is perhaps the most apt description of the impermanence of life.

After this long conversation, Fang Yun noticed that Qin Hongmu's expression had indeed improved considerably. It seemed that his method was effective in calming the other person down through conversation.

"Redwood, come here, I'll show you something nice."

At this moment, Fang Yun suddenly pointed upstairs and asked Qin Hongmu to go up with him.

Qin Hongmu hesitated for a moment, but still followed behind Fang Yun, and then the two of them walked up to the pavilion.

Because no one had lived here for a long time and there were no electric lights, the two could only move forward by the faint moonlight. Qin Hongmu was also puzzled as to why Fang Yun had brought her here, but she didn't ask any questions at the moment and just followed behind.

Once they reached the attic, Fang Yun pointed to the small staircase leading upstairs, indicating that he wanted to go to the roof.

Once the two of them were seated on the roof, Qin Hongmu suddenly felt a little lost. In the stillness of the night, bathed in moonlight, he could feel the warmth of the person next to him, which made Qin Hongmu's face unconsciously turn red.

"Isn't the moonlight beautiful?"

Fang Yun suddenly asked a question, but as soon as he asked, he felt a little embarrassed and rubbed his hands awkwardly.

Qin Hongmu smiled slightly, lowered his head, and murmured, "Beautiful..."

"I'll conjure something up for you."

At this moment, Fang Yun suddenly stretched out his right fist, raised it into the air, and then suddenly opened his palm and blew hard into it.

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Then they saw tiny sparks of light rise up, like little fireflies drifting in front of them.