Chapter 113 We have a traitor among us

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw a man wrapped tightly up slowly walking up.

"who are you?"

Han Ji glanced at the man and asked indifferently.

The man obviously didn't want to reveal his identity. He glanced at everyone present and continued, "Bo City is just an experimental site for Saran, a rehearsal for the disaster in the ancient capital!"

It was raining and the wind was blowing, but there was silence inside the bell tower.

"Preview?"

It was unknown how long it took before Zhu Meng reacted and asked in an incredulous tone.

If it had not been deployed in advance, if it had not received the inexplicable intelligence, the city of Bo would have been wantonly slaughtered by the demons.

But is this just a preview?
A rehearsal was conducted with a population of several million, only to bring about a greater disaster in the ancient city.

"The ancient king has not yet fully awakened, but the dead kings of the eight directions have already taken advantage of the heavy rain to occupy the ancient capital, wanting to turn it into a larger kingdom of the dead as the first great gift for the ancient king after he woke up from his thousand-year sleep."

"The Eight Dead Kings are led by the Mountain Corpse, but the Mountain Corpse is extremely cunning and will not easily step into the city. It is very difficult to kill it and intimidate the vast army of undead."

"So the dead kings of the eight directions will first occupy all the land outside the inner city, wait for the ancient king to wake up, and then destroy the inheritance barrier of the inner city in one fell swoop."

The mysterious man said in a very serious tone.

Although we don’t know who this man is, his appearance here must have been approved by some important person.

"The Lord of the Undead Kingdom has not yet awakened, and this is the situation. Can the ancient capital still hold on?"

Ling Xi, the elder of the Hunter Alliance, asked.

"It's not the Lord of the Dead, it's the Ancient King."

"The Lord of the Undead Kingdom has no ability to command the dead kings of all directions. Only the one who created the Kingdom of the Undead can do it!"

The mysterious man said with certainty.

"What's the point of knowing this? I would rather hear how to resolve this disaster."

Ling Xi looked at the mysterious man very calmly.

"The siege of the undead is only the first step of the Black Cult T. The second step is to wake up the ancient king. Once the ancient king wakes up, the result is self-evident!"

The mysterious man said seriously: "So, we must stop this rain!"

"Although we know that the Nine Nether Dew evolved from the water of Kunjing, we don't know how to crack the Nine Nether Dew."

Zhu Meng sighed, his tone full of unwillingness.

"The water from Kunjing can dissolve the Nine Nether Dew. The destruction of the entire village was not caused by the restlessness of the undead, but by the Black Cult T."

After a brief pause, the mysterious man continued, "Not long ago, the remaining Hua Village was attacked. I originally thought it was done by the Black Cult T's people, but I didn't expect it to be a personal grudge between Yangyang Village and Hua Village."

"The Black Cult T had the same idea as me. Coupled with their system of complete confidentiality between superiors and subordinates, the Black Cult T's top brass thought it was their own men who were slaughtering the villagers of Huacun."

Zhu Meng's eyes suddenly lit up, and he said loudly: "So, there is still a portion of Kunjing Water that is not in the hands of the Black Cult T?"

"According to my investigation, the last piece of Kunjing water is in the hands of Fang Gu, who is a necromancer."

The mysterious man said.

"But just a little water from Kunjing can't stop this heavy rain."

Lu Xu expressed his doubts.

"The key to this catastrophe is the Ancient King. We only need to let the rain stop for half a day, take advantage of this gap to find the Imperial Tomb, and completely seal the Ancient King to prevent this catastrophe."

The mysterious man said.

Hearing this, everyone fell silent.

What the mysterious man said was completely consistent with the only information they had obtained.

This means that the mysterious man's words are basically correct. There is no possibility of deceiving him, nor is there any need to do so. "We are willing to believe what you said, but why don't you take off your mask?"

Ling Xi expressed her doubts.

"I'm sorry, I can't confirm whether any of you are Saran's accomplices, or if any of you are Saran!"

The mysterious man shook his head and said something shocking.

"What did you say? How could there be a member of the Black Cult among us?"

The head of a certain powerful family was directly furious.

“I would rather believe that something exists than something that doesn’t exist.”

Han Ji shook his head and then said, "There is no time to lose. I will notify the Imperial Guard Mage right away."

"My people seem to have found him. I will go to see him now. Please wait for a moment."

After saying this, the mysterious man turned and left.

A moment later, shocking news came in.

"A body was found in the alley south of the clock tower. It seems to be the mysterious man just now."

A royal guard mage flew down from a great height and spoke to everyone in the watchtower.

"what?"

Everyone was shocked and quickly asked the royal guard mage to lead the way.

It wasn't long before they reached the back alley.

A corpse, dressed in white and wrapped tightly, lay there motionless.

"How dare those beasts commit such atrocities right under our noses? How dare they be so rampant!"

Zhu Meng was so angry that his whole body was shaking, and he wanted to punch him hard a few times.

They finally learned the truth and found a way to resolve it.

However, within a few minutes, the person who gave them the information died!

Doesn't this mean that the Black Cult T's people are indeed among them?
Just as everyone was astonished, a man in gray and white clothes slowly walked out from the corner.

"Although I don't want to believe this fact, if nothing unexpected happens, the person lurking among us is Saran."

The mysterious man saluted Han Ji respectfully and said, "President, you will be in charge of the next matter."

"Everyone, I'm sorry!"

Han Ji waved his hand, and a team of royal guards suddenly appeared in the alley and surrounded many high-level officials.

"I know there is only one Saran, but in order for the next rescue plan to be successfully implemented, I have no choice but to let everyone suffer. If the catastrophe can be quelled, Han will apologize to everyone."

As soon as Han Ji finished speaking, a purple soul chain flew out from his hand and quickly bound everyone present.

"President, I hope your choice will not lead to a bigger mistake. Without our fighting force, the Eight Directions King will be invincible."

Ling Xi took a deep breath, his tone full of advice.

"I have sent people to look for Fang Gu. They will definitely be able to find Fang Gu and put the undead army to sleep for a while!"

Han Ji shook his head, with no intention of changing his mind.

In an alley in the ancient capital.

"Where on earth did the people of Huacun go?"

Qin Zhan pressed his temples, trying to calm his irritable mood.

(End of this chapter)