Chapter 119 Qin Zhan, a cruel person
The night is like ink, full of stars.

In a corner, two people wearing dark blue robes and with their faces covered with black cloth seemed to be talking about something.

It was the blue-robed butler Xue Zang and the chief butler Mu He of Hu Jin.

"What should we do now? Should we care whether Lord Saran lives or dies?"

Xue Zang asked.

"Sarang-sama is not afraid of death, and doesn't mind being buried alive for a grand celebration, but I am worried about another point."

Mu He sneered and continued, "Based on my understanding of that kid, he will definitely not use this method to lure us out."

"what do you mean?"

Xue Zang seemed to have thought of something.

"The beheading plan is just a bait to attract our attention. His real trump card is the Holy Earth Spring!"

Mu He's expression became much gloomier, and he said in a cold voice: "It's all the fault of that loser Yu Ang, otherwise how could there be such a big hidden danger."

"The Holy Spring has always been on that kid, so we have to rescue Lord Saran."

After thinking for a moment, Xue Zang continued to ask: "But who should go?"

"To complete our great ceremony, anyone can make a sacrifice, including me!"

Mu He smiled, his eyes flashing with determination.

……

The museum is located south of the bell tower.

The museum is very large. The hall of the museum is like an ancient palace, with a dome as high as fifteen meters and towering columns.

The museum also became a refuge, packed with people.

Compared to the cold and damp streets, this place is simply a paradise for all refugees.

However, Qin Zhan had never expected that a note would be stuffed into his hand not long after he arrived at the museum.

The note said to let him go to the roof of the museum alone.

When Qin Zhan saw the note, he realized that the other party had fallen into the trap.

The Holy Earth Spring was not in his hands at all, and Qin Zhan had also asked Mo Fan, and he knew that the Holy Earth Spring could no longer be taken out, not even a little bit.

Therefore, he had no choice but to resort to this last resort and make a bet with Mu He.

The bet is that Mu He will think too much!

The entire museum is covered with bricks and tiles, with flying eaves, like a magnificent townhouse palace.

The museum became a place of refuge and was packed with people.

Only the eaves of the dome were relatively quiet, but the cold rain kept falling from the sky, making crisp sounds.

Qin Zhan stood on one of the eaves, wearing a loose gray raincoat.

From his position, he could see the inner city soaked in rain and filled with helpless people.

Looking further into the distance, there is an endless army of undead.

The small ones were densely packed into black dots, while the huge ones looked like giants overlooking the model-like inner city.

Mountain Corpse, it's very close!
Standing here, Qin Zhan could see the towering body of the Mountain Corpse and the cold gaze projected from the clouds.

"Xiao Zhan, long time no see, how is my brother?"

A voice came from behind Qin Zhan.

Qin Zhan turned around slowly and found that there was an extra person on the roof.

He was also wearing a raincoat, and the drizzle hitting his body dimly outlined his somewhat tall figure.

Under the hood of the raincoat, there is a face with thick eyebrows and beard, but the cheeks are particularly fair and plump. At first glance, he belongs to the kind of pampered middle-aged man.

"Uncle Mu, I really didn't expect that you would be a member of the Black Cult T."

Qin Zhan's calm face finally showed a trace of emotion. "I should be the one saying this to you. I never thought you would not become a member of the Black Cult T."

Mu He opened his hands and said with a somewhat crazy look: "Don't hide yourself, release your nature, the Black Church T is your true destiny."

"You are sick. There is something wrong with your brain."

Originally, he wanted to ask Mu He why he joined the Black Cult T, but Qin Zhan has lost interest now.

"I know that the Holy Spring is in your hands, but you won't be able to hold out until tomorrow. King Qin will be resurrected tonight, and this city will become a ruin."

Seeing that Qin Zhan didn't want to reminisce with him, Mu He naturally started talking about business.

"If you have anything to say, please say it quickly. I'm going to bed now."

Qin Zhan said indifferently.

"It's very simple. We can't let Lord Saran die, so I need you to tell Han Ji to cancel the beheading plan. This way we will give you a glimmer of hope."

"Once Lord Saran dies, it won't just be a few high-ranking officials who will be buried with him. Everyone in this city will definitely not see the sun tomorrow!"

Mu He looked excited, and his tone revealed a strong murderous intent.

"I believe you can do something like massacring a city, but what do you mean by hope? I can't talk to Han Ji without any evidence."

Qin Zhan chuckled and spoke slowly.

"The location of the Qin Emperor's Mausoleum, is this condition sufficient?"

Mu He said very confidently.

"It's indeed quite substantial. Is there anything else?"

Qin Zhan asked.

"I am looking forward to you joining the Black Church T and becoming a..."

Before he finished speaking, Mu He jumped down and disappeared in front of Qin Zhan.

Under the giant bell of the Bell Tower Magic Association, Han Ji, Qin Zhan and others gathered here.

"Here comes someone, so arrogant, actually wearing a blue butler windbreaker!!"

Presiding Judge Shi Zheng didn't even need to look carefully to spot a man in a blue raincoat slowly walking up.

Mu He came as promised, without even wearing a mask.

Such a grand ceremony has already been held, and all the pretense is meaningless.

Mu He could finally show his true face to others. He even enjoyed the moment when he took off his mask and became the feared god of death.

"Zhang Xiaohou brought it?"

Mu He walked in front of the crowd with a mocking smile on his face.

"He's still in a coma. I guess we'll have to wait for a while."

Qin Zhan spoke.

"My forgetfulness bug ate part of his memory. There are some things he can't remember. Even if he remembers them, that will be the time of his death."

"I will tell you the location of the Qin King's tomb. You can let him take this antidote, and then you will know whether I am lying or not."

Mu He said with a smile: "Of course, the premise of all this is that you release those innocent senior officials."

Hearing this, Qin Zhan felt a little embarrassed.

He used time erasure to wipe out the forgetfulness bug from Zhang Xiaohou's body, but he was not sure whether the news Zhang Xiaohou heard was also erased by him.

The time when I heard the news and was infected by the forgetfulness bug should have been very close, even no more than five minutes apart.

"Let go!"

Han Ji gave the order coldly.

A team of royal mages brought out the people who were under house arrest and removed the restrictions on them.

(End of this chapter)