Chapter 118 Failure or failure
The forgetfulness bugs on Zhang Xiaohou's body were wiped out, but he still fell into a coma.

This can be considered as a sequelae of time erasure, and the memories in my mind need to be readjusted.

Qin Zhan and others returned to the inner city with the unconscious Zhang Xiaohou.

In less than half an hour, the inner city shrouded by the golden barrier was completely surrounded by the undead.

Military mages stood in rows on the city wall. No matter what level they were, there was deep fear in their eyes.

It’s here, it’s finally here!
These undead spirits swept through the outer city, engulfing more than half of the city, and all those who did not have time to evacuate to the inner city were killed.

Several royal guards dressed in purple clothes flew down from the city wall and appeared in front of Qin Zhan and others.

"Guys, please follow me to a place."

The chief of the imperial guards, Lu Huan, glanced at everyone and said indifferently.

Several royal guards had the ability to fly, so they took Qin Zhan, Mo Fan, Zhang Xiaohou, Su Xiaoluo, Fang Gu, and Liu Ru away.

To Qin Zhan's surprise, the royal guard mage brought them to a courtyard.

In this crowded inner city, there is a rare idle courtyard. It is obviously an important place.

A lot of people were also settled in the courtyard, but most of them were hiding inside the houses.

The courtyard was filled with boxes of medicine, leaving only a path that was barely wide enough for people to pass through.

"Everyone, please sit wherever you like."

Before everyone entered the house, Han Ji slowly walked out and said to everyone: "Thank you for bringing Fang Gu here. I thank you on behalf of tens of millions of residents of the ancient capital."

"President, although I am reluctant to believe it, I still have to tell you some unfortunate news."

Qin Zhan and Fang Gu looked at each other, and then Fang Gu said, "I'm sorry, I don't have any Kunjing water anymore. I used it all to refine the undead."

As he spoke, Fang Gu drew a star map and summoned a dark red skeleton.

"If you can extract the Kunjing water from its body, I don't mind you killing it."

This skeleton is named Fang Tu, and he is a very important person in Fang Gu.

"No need for that. It seems like there is really no escape from fate."

After taking a look at the dark red skull, Han Ji realized that the water from Kunjing could not be extracted at all.

At this moment, Han Ji seemed to have lost his soul, muttering to himself like an old man who was not in his right mind: "It is impossible to escape the calamity, it is impossible to escape the calamity..."

"There is still hope, if we can find the tomb of the ancient king."

At this moment, a man with his face covered in dust and wearing a gray robe slowly walked out.

"It has been thousands of years since the Qin Dynasty. Who has ever found his tomb?"

Han Ji shook his head and smiled bitterly: "However, we will know soon. He will wake up from his long sleep, and this city will become the Empire of the Undead."

Qin?!

Ancient King?!

The originator of the undead?

After hearing these words, Qin Zhan's eyes widened instantly.

How could his lovely and charming ancestor turn into a ghost and then reappear before him?
Half a month ago, he was still cursing in Bo City, saying that not even a bone or a trace of his ancestors were left, so the identity of the descendant of King Qin was of little use.

However, Zheng Ge is the founder of necromancy?

Doesn't that mean that the catastrophe of the ancient capital is his awakening, and his so-called eternal life is to turn himself into a ghost?
To be honest, Qin Zhan really wanted to meet Brother Zheng, but unfortunately he didn't even know where Brother Zheng's grave was.

"By the way, we found out the true identity of Chief Butler Hu Jin, he is Mu He."

Mo Fan raised his head and said with a burning gaze: "I think Mu He may know the location of the Qin King's Tomb." "Salang is under house arrest by us. The Great Deacon Hu Jin must have replaced Saran in control of the overall situation. It is difficult for us to find him."

The gray-robed man spoke.

"I'm a little confused. Didn't you put Saran under house arrest? Why didn't you execute him?"

Qin Zhan asked in confusion.

"We want to, too, but we don't know who Saran is. If we really want to kill him, we can only execute him along with all the top leaders."

Han Ji had a gloomy face and his tone was extremely serious.

"So if you can't tell who the real Saran is, what are you going to do? Just keep dragging it out?"

Qin Zhan asked.

"Then we'll have to..."

Han Ji sighed, as if even he himself felt that this was extremely cruel. He said dejectedly: "We have no choice but to execute them all..."

The air froze at this moment, and everyone looked at Han Ji in disbelief.

All executed...

For the sake of one Saran, nearly ten high-ranking super-class mages had to sacrifice their lives. This was too cruel!
You may not be familiar with the others, but just last night Du Xiao, Zhu Meng, Fei Jiao and Lu Xu made huge contributions to the north city wall. They also risked their lives to kill the Guiyue tyrant.

"Is it worth doing this?"

Fang Gu couldn't help but gasp.

"This is the decision of the Supreme Court. If Salan is not removed, greater disasters will follow."

"We paid a huge price to finally narrow down the list to this group of high-ranking officials. If we don't kill him this time, we may never have another chance!"

Han Ji said through gritted teeth.

"This price is too high. I have another suggestion."

Qin Zhan looked at Han Ji and said solemnly: "Mu He definitely knows who Salang is and where the Qin King's tomb is, so if we lure him out, we will have a way to break the situation."

"The Black Church's spies are everywhere in the inner city. If we make a big move, Mu He will definitely escape."

The gray-robed man spoke.

"Just let him come out on his own. The solution is very simple."

Qin Zhan's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he said coldly: "The beheading plan will be carried out in advance tonight!"

"You mean to lure the snake out of its hole? But, what if Mu He doesn't care about Saran's life or death, or Saran himself is not afraid of death, and in order to achieve this goal, he doesn't mind being buried alive with him?"

Han Ji said with a frown.

"Does it make any difference? The beheading plan will be implemented sooner or later, so why not take a gamble? Just bet that Mu He cares about Saran's life or death!"

Qin Zhan looked around and said with a bitter tone.

"Hahaha, that's true. Even if I lose the bet, I will just carry out the beheading plan in advance, and the result will be the same as now."

"Yes, if we win the bet, we will have a glimmer of hope."

The gray-robed man and Han Ji looked at each other and finally made a decision.

"I will send someone to arrange this matter immediately. Everyone in the inner city must be informed. The time is set at twelve o'clock tonight!"

A cruel look flashed across Han Ji's eyes: "We have no way out. If we don't succeed, we will die!"

(End of this chapter)