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The man took a look and then stepped aside. The fear in his heart was almost filled up. Now that he had a way out, he naturally would not embarrass himself. They could not tell clearly whether the thing was real or fake. Anyway, they could not stop it, so they scattered and returned to their respective seats, pretending that nothing had happened.

As soon as Dongfang Xun stepped in, Qianxia Sidao gave up struggling and sat upright in the hall, waiting for someone to come.

The other party is well aware of the situation and it is difficult to find any evidence. If he runs away now, it will clearly tell others that he is guilty. When the time comes, he will apply for arbitration from the higher authorities. Whether it is investigation or interrogation, as long as he is in a populated area, he probably will not be able to escape.

As for those assassins who fell into the net, there was no evidence to prove that they were definitely on their side. Regarding this matter, only when the judgment was clear would thundering measures be taken. For such vague and ambiguous things, even if they knew clearly, they would probably pretend to be blind and deaf.

Where there is light, there must be darkness. This is understandable. However, if there is no chance of survival, it will only lead to greater unrest.

The people in power know very well that what they need is stability, order, and obedient dogs, not so-called absolute justice.

Without bias, where would fairness come from? Without shadows, where would light come from? Besides, those guys weren't completely useless; they knew what they were doing. Using them as murderous weapons was quite useful.

He thought so.

"Isn't this Principal Dongfang? Thank you for coming." He stood up as he saw the person coming in with sharp eyes and started to speak in a sarcastic tone.

But before he could say anything provocative, the principal raised his fist with one hand, and from bottom to top, gathering all his strength, he hit the man in the face without any courtesy.

Anyway, the physique of the talisman master is only slightly better than that of ordinary people. What's more, he still has some strength reserved, so he can't kill anyone no matter what he does.

But the pain is real, especially when it comes so suddenly.

He covered his face and fell down with a painful and twisted wail. The women in kimonos standing upright around him like a background board could no longer stand and wanted to come over in a panic.

Chixia Daoji struggled to get up from the ground and beckoned to the distance. Those people calmed down again. Two people with perfect smiles came out and handed over the silk. The people wiped off the dirty things mixed with nosebleed and tears, took them, and then retreated to their original positions tightly.

After throwing this punch, Dongfang Xun didn't even bother to look at the person. He took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped off the things that might have stuck to him - in fact, there were none, he just simply felt disgusted.

He didn't say anything, and Chinatsujima Temple couldn't make up his mind, so he also kept silent. For a while, the place fell into a silence that was funny enough.

The handkerchief was neatly folded and placed in his pocket. After Dongfang Xun finished tidying up everything, he looked at the man and said slowly, "Stop talking nonsense to me. That nonsense is useless to me. If you keep talking nonsense to me, no matter how many surveillance cameras there are or how many people are around, I will beat you up. Even if I break your leg today, I will come to see you in the hospital in a few days, and you still have to politely bow to me. Okay, enough polite words. What are you going to do with those people?"

His words were full of sarcasm and even a hint of ruffian nature that had disappeared after years of self-cultivation. After all, he had killed people, fought wars, and cursed at those beasts in the past, although probably no one could understand what they were saying. He had not learned the language of demonic beasts.

"My tone was unkind, and I sincerely apologize. However, there's no need to implicate the people in this house for such a minor mistake. They all have families, are still young, and haven't seen much of society yet. They shouldn't be implicated because of my mistake."

He looked bruised and battered, but his tone was sincere and his words were so convincing that if it weren't all nonsense, there might be some credibility. Of course, he knew what those people were referring to, but he had to be completely clueless right now.

Anyway, none of this had anything to do with him. He had simply given a few people a small amount of money out of pity. Those poor people happened to be mentally ill and wanted to take revenge on society. They used the money to contact some greedy people. Maybe someone died, but what did it have to do with him? He knew nothing. He was just a rich man with a kind heart.

"Stop changing the subject and interrupting me. Don't tell me you don't know that your niece just suffered an attack."

As soon as the last word fell, a straight hook hit the man in the face. Chinatsujima's right eye socket began to swell at an exaggerated speed, and his eye was almost squeezed into a slit. Now he could only see people with one eye.

"What? That poor child has already suffered so much. She shouldn't be treated like this. Those greedy guys must be trying to eliminate their future competitors. How could they have the heart to do this?"

The voice suddenly broke into a wailing cry, tears streaming down her face, but whether it was out of pain or out of genuine affection was a matter of debate.

"Stop crying here, what's the point of that?"

Another punch, and this time the two sides were symmetrical, and both were swollen like steamed buns. Chinatsu Terajima finally understood what was going on. He shivered, and while he could still see something faintly, he felt his way to the table and sat down on the stool, lowering his head and saying nothing.

"Don't just sit there silently pretending to be dead. Speak."

A heavy punch twisted his neck and a living, bloody tooth flew out. Chixia Terajima was in so much pain that he almost crumpled into a ball, but he held it in. He neither threw a tantrum nor screamed. He just straightened his back with two swollen eyes and tried his best to look towards where the person was.

"You just want to find a reason to beat me up. You don't care about our previous conversation at all." Leaked Feng's words sounded vague and unclear. There was not much anger in them. It was just a calm question.

"Yes, so what?"

The principal took out another unused handkerchief from his pocket and continued to wipe it carefully. His tone returned to its slow and leisurely state, as if the tense look at the beginning was just a joking illusion. However, the tooth that was knocked out by the blow was still shining on the ground, and no one dared to pick it up.

"It's not a big deal. You are a talisman master, a person who holds great power. It's an honor for me to be beaten by you, ordinary people like us. Please go ahead. If you feel uncomfortable with the beating, I will perform some surgery and fill some artificial fat in a few days, and then send it up for you to beat. Sir, if you feel comfortable with the beating, I will carry you out in a sedan chair. If you want to come to my place next time, I will ask someone to carry you here. How do you think?"

He narrated in a calm tone, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

"It's no use saying this to me. There's no point in being sarcastic. It's only the last week anyway, so you'd better take care of yourself."

The sound gradually lengthened and lengthened until it disappeared. Dongfang Xun didn't care about the man's attitude. He just thought it was very funny. He didn't even bother to look back and just walked away.

In the face of absolute power and profit, those things that are not worthy of being mentioned are not worth mentioning at all. He came here with no intention of finding out anything or asking anything, but simply to beat him up to vent his anger for his students and throw away some scrapped garbage. That's all.

When he came in, some people dared to come forward and ask a few questions, but when he left, everyone was just filled with fear and trembling. The corpses neatly piled up in the yard were so numerous that their teeth could not stop chattering at the mere glance.

Dongfang Xun looked around and softened his tone again: "Don't hang around the dead rat in the sewer. You are human, not rats, so don't be afraid, nothing will happen. As long as you are still human, how can you be the same as a rat?"

He explained slowly, after all, if he had taken out the trash and scared the kids, he should have explained it to them.

Chinatsu Terajima had a cold face, and his bruised face looked as funny as it could be, but no one could laugh, and no one dared to laugh.

Everything was eerily silent.

Chinatsu Terajima didn't say anything, and the women in kimonos stood still without moving.

Finally, he lowered his head, bent down, and groped for the fallen tooth with a vague sense. He held it tightly in his hand, his knuckles turned pale due to the force, and his teeth almost creaked. But when he thought of the identity of that person, he lost his spirit and became depressed.

It took great courage for Tai Sui to take action this time. If he wanted to live well, he could only lie on the ground like a dog and try to please people, or be kicked out like garbage.

Just because he is just an ordinary person, all the money and status have become dispensable dust at this moment. Even if others sweep it, he still thinks it is dirty.

But in the end, he calmly suppressed his anger and fear, and coldly loosened his hand. Blood oozed from his palm. The lonely tooth dangled from side to side and was casually placed on the table by him.

He didn't want to be a dog. He had been treated like a dog enough by his father and brother. Even if he had to be despicable and use all means, Qianxia Daosi would still be treated like a human being, not a dog.

426 Some things have already happened and will never change

Hot, dry, and full of life.

The last word, which should have been irrelevant, fits the scene in front of him particularly well. The scarlet forest deeply displays its lush vitality, and even the grass is the same scarlet color, without too many other colors.

An increasingly strong smell of sulfur wafted over from the scarlet forest, and the Blaze and Wither Skeleton strode in with unchanged expressions.

There is generally no danger here. To be more precise, there is generally no danger in hell. Except for that earth-shattering battle, everyone lives a leisurely life.

The most important thing is that the devil has disappeared for a long time, so long that only his legend is left in hell.

Yes, time in hell passed at nearly ten times the speed above, and Steve knew nothing about it.

However, after losing the external pressure, decadence naturally occurred. They wandered around like salted fish, and even their original martial arts became unfamiliar and forgotten.

Some Blazes have even forgotten their instinct to control fire. Some Blazes who stay near the lava all day have even forgotten how to float. They just lie there, inhaling the hot sulfur breath, loudly praising its deliciousness, and then change their posture and continue lying there.

At this time, some Flame People who still maintained their previous lifestyle became outliers.

It is neither willing to lie down nor to restrain itself, and its blazing flames spread unrestrainedly. It will immediately throw a fireball at anyone it dislikes, regardless of whether it will hurt them or not.

The Blaze Messenger was the best among them. He had an unscrupulous style of doing things and a violent and ostentatious destructive style. It was unknown how many forests he had set on fire, so it was natural for him to be excluded. In the end, the entire race had no place for him. Coupled with the bad impression of him by other races, he could only wander wildly in the wilderness, and then he met his lifelong best friend, the Withered Skeleton Spirit.

And now, they all met ghosts under the pull of an inexplicable fate and started a strange life that they had never experienced before.

The ghost looked at the lush forest in front of him, and subconsciously glanced at the bare desert-like world next to it. Blue flames were dancing and burning on it, and a cold air was spreading.

“It’s really a place where there are no rules at all.”

The cell people looked at the desert as cold as the Arctic and the forest as hot as fire, and couldn't stop complaining.

"Speaking of which, those sands, from a distance, are quite scary, as if twisted souls are trapped in them."

[have]

The ghost seemed to take what the cell man said to heart and raised a sign decisively and swiftly.

It was just a word without a beginning or an end. The cell man didn't react at first, until he thought about it carefully for a while and figured it out. He fell into silence for a moment and then spoke slowly.

"I hope the desert isn't too big."

After hearing this, the ghost silently turned his head and looked at the almost boundless desert, and involuntarily gave a definition.

It is not big, not as big as the burial place of the companions at the bottom of the abyss. Broken containers are everywhere, and the lingering souls are like rootless duckweed.

The ghost took one last look and then paid no further attention.

What is above Hell?

The ghost was strolling casually in the forest, and suddenly looked up at the sky with a roof. There were red rocks above, and the sky here did not look as wide and open as in other worlds. Perhaps something else completely enveloped the world, but in any case, the sun could not be seen.

The scorching magma replaced the lighting, not to mention the bright fluorite. The fluorite ghosts had already started digging, but it was difficult to leave any intact ones. They could only collect some broken powder.

Fortunately, the powders also glow and can be used, so there is no problem. The ghost stuffed the fluorite powders into the void without a care, and then saw that the powders instantly lost their light and completely extinguished. In the end, only the pitch-black, pure black powder that seemed to be able to swallow even light was left.

The ghost touched the mask awkwardly. This was the exact opposite of what it wanted. In order to cover up its embarrassment, the scene just now happened. It looked up at the dome and asked the question thoughtfully.

"Above Hell?" The Withered Skeleton paused for a moment before quickly answering. "In the uppermost layer of Hell there is a kind of pure black stone that is indestructible."

The Blaze Man also nodded rapidly on the side. This was common sense recognized by everyone.

After all, this thing is not only a memory passed down in their minds, but also a fact that they have practiced on the ground. They have measured almost every piece of sky they can find, and there are no gaps on it, and no gaps exist.

When the ghost heard the answer, he neither refuted nor said anything more, but just tilted his head thoughtfully. The ghost always felt that there was some familiar breath at the top, blank, empty, nothing at all.

A ghost's curiosity doesn't last long, as new things always appear, especially in an unfamiliar world.

They had originally chased the pig wart beast all the way here, but the ghost was even more curious about the forest than the fat pork. After all, it had tasted it, but it had never seen the strange plants in the forest.

Especially the mushroom with a rather weird color.

Perhaps it was the mushroom's vibrant color that captivated even the Cell People, unable to resist squatting down to pick it.

"To be honest, these mushrooms really look like the ones in the collector's laboratory."

The cell man pinched nonsense seriously. After all, these things had no similarities with the ones in the collector's laboratory except that they were mushrooms. But he did think so, and he didn't know how he made the connection.

"Speaking of which, I haven't tasted the mushrooms that guy studied yet, so I don't know what they taste like."

The cell man subconsciously touched his chin, but didn't feel any rough stubble. He sighed and put his hand down.

The more he searched through his past memories, the easier it was for him to fall into his past self, not only the fighting instinct, but also the government affairs and those once amiable faces. Once, he fell too deeply into it, and she almost thought she had really returned to the past, and her life as a cell man was just a warning dream.

That time, he changed his memory and became a wise king, except that he had a bad temper.

His hair was turning gray, his skin was loose, and a thick beard had grown on his chin, just like the correct history, but that time he suppressed his panic and did nothing.

Then, just like waking up from a dream, he crawled out of those memories, but the aftereffects remained, and in the past few days, they probably couldn't be changed.

Perhaps this is one of the reasons why he was unwilling to face the quarrel between the Collector and the Scarecrow. After all, all the disputes were caused by him, and he felt a rare sense of guilt.

Well, it's just a little bit, otherwise he wouldn't have decisively left these two noisy guys and come here for vacation.

The cell man sighed for a while at the beard in his dream, then stood up silently and habitually put the mushroom into his mouth and chewed it.

After all, he has eaten everything, and this body has not yet drunk the panacea and is not closely connected with it, so no matter how serious the injury is, it doesn't matter, and being poisoned is even less of a problem. He is using a corpse in the first place, and no matter how poisonous the poison is, it can't kill a corpse.

Ghosts can probably eat this kind of thing, so why can't he eat it?

The ghost watched the cell man's actions and hesitantly touched a mushroom.

After all, this mushroom looks very different from the mushrooms in its hometown.

The green agaric is dotted with orange patterns, and it looks so ferocious that it's a bit strange.

But when the ghost thought about the cell man also eating it, he had no more hesitation.

Anyway, its recipe range is very wide.

The cell man over there took a bite and found it a little spicy, with a hint of fragrance in the spiciness. The more he chewed, the more delicious it became.

I couldn't help but bend down and pick a few more. The ghost also stretched out his hand, squatted down slightly and picked together.

The Blazes and Wither Skeletons next to them were completely dumbfounded. They didn't even know what description to use to call them.

Almost no monsters dare to eat those mushrooms. One reason is that no monster is willing to gamble its life on whether these things are harmful or not. Another reason is that the monsters' diet is very confusing, and things like mushrooms are basically not on their diet list.

"Well, what do you think it will taste like?" After standing there and watching for a while, the Flame Man finally couldn't help but turned his head and asked the Withered Skull.

"Want to know?" Withered Skeleton asked back.

The Blaze nodded frantically, looking expectant.

After all, when he knew the other party, the other party had always been more knowledgeable than him. Apart from those secrets that were too ancient, the other party's understanding of the world was much deeper than his.

"If you want to eat it, try it yourself." He replied calmly.

The Blaze Man silently tried to pick the next one, waving it in front of the other man's eyes. "But I don't want to die yet. What if they're really as poisonous as the rumors say? You said they were poisonous, but is that just a rumor?"

"I don't know." The Wither Skeleton shook his head, his expression growing increasingly serious, as if he had no idea what to say. "Don't forget that hoglins are terrified of this thing. Hoglins are known for their ferocity. Young and old, they are known for their extreme exclusivity and a habit of attacking other species. They'll even go out en masse to chase their prey and wear them down bit by bit. Even monsters like these are afraid of such a tiny devil."

The Blaze Man was so scared that he threw the mushroom in his hand away in an instant, then soaked himself in the lava to wash himself before slowly floating over.

"Black Coal, why didn't you tell me earlier? Why did you have to tell me in pieces!" The Flame Man condemned in a righteous manner, but he probably felt that the Cell People and Ghosts were picking too unscrupulously, and his curiosity, which had been scared away, was immediately seduced back.

"Then what's wrong with them? Even if it's not poisonous when picked and held in the hand, there will definitely be problems if you eat it, right?" At this moment, the Flame People successfully demonstrated the stubbornness unique to their race.