Chapter 57 Half Day

Chapter 57 Half Day

Chapter 57 Half Day
"what……"

Song Qiuyue screamed, and the faces of the other monks changed drastically, and they looked at Chen Huangpi angrily.

"How dare you..."

"Shut up, everyone!"

Song Qiuyue endured the pain, smiled apologetically, and ignoring the severed hand on the ground, she knelt directly in front of Chen Huangpi and said, "Chen Huangpi, you are willing to take in those disabled people. You are very kind. Why can't you share some of your kindness with me?"

"Give me a little more time, please?"

"I will definitely return the money to you."

Chen Huangpi looked at her coldly, stretched out a finger, thought for a moment, and then retracted it.

"Half a day, I'll only give you half a day."

"I know you can contact your uncle through the gods. Send him a message now and ask him to send someone to deliver the copper coins."

"Otherwise, I'll chop off your heads!"

Song Qiuyue laughed bitterly and said, "There is white fog all around Yuqiong Mountain. How can I contact my uncle with this fog blocking my way?"

Listen to this.

Chen Huangpi was a little surprised. Could the white fog still block the connection between gods and the outside world?
Why didn't he know?
So, he turned his eyes to the brass oil lamp.

"Don't ask. If you ask, you don't know."

The brass oil lamp was helpless. This was made by the Second Master of the Temple. The Second Master was much more terrifying and crazy than the First Master of the Temple.

If I said that, he would be unhappy.

Then it will be the one that gets bitten.

Seeing this, Chen Huangpi said, "Huang Er knows everything, but he doesn't know that the white fog can stop the gods. You are lying."

"Every word I say is true."

Song Qiuyue said: "The white mist is extremely strange. Even gods cannot disperse it. You can't even touch it, otherwise you will be swallowed by it."

As she spoke, Song Qiuyue gritted her teeth and gave a look to a cultivator.

The latter understood and quickly took out a magic weapon and attacked the thick white fog surrounding Yuqiong Mountain.

Chen Huangpi looked over.

The magic weapon instantly disappeared into the white mist.

Then, the white fog dispersed on the spot, revealing the dense forest behind.

"This……"

Song Qiuyue widened her eyes and explained hurriedly: "This white fog was obviously not like this before. This is not right, this is not right, this..."

"What's wrong with this white mist?"

An old and hoarse voice sounded from behind Chen Huangpi.

The monks opened their eyes wide, trembling uncontrollably, and fell to their knees.

It's him……

It’s that weird old Taoist priest.

And it’s white, the craziest one.

When Chen Huangpi saw the monks, he said in confusion: "Second Master, I am busy with work, you scared them all."

"I don't eat humans, so how could I scare them?"

The old Taoist in white robe smiled kindly, showing his extremely sharp teeth to the monks.

"Do you think so?"

All the monks, even the gods, subconsciously said in unison: "Yes, the Second Master is the best, the First Master is the worst, and the Third Master is even worse! The Second Master is Chen Huangpi's good master!"

It’s not that the old Taoist in white robes distorted their will.

Rather, the body remembers the words completely.

As soon as he saw the Taoist priest in white robe, he spoke out uncontrollably.

When Song Qiuyue saw this, she suddenly felt an indescribable chill in her heart.

This old Taoist priest always says that he doesn't eat people.

But she clearly saw the uncontrollable hunger and madness in the old Taoist's eyes.

The next second, as if sensing something, the old Taoist in white robe looked at Song Qiuyue with a half-smile and said, "Little girl, you were the one who said that this white mist was wrong, right?"

"I do not……"

"Don't be afraid. Although you have delicate skin and tender flesh, suitable for slow roasting over low heat, I am not a cannibal."

"Tell me, tell me what's wrong and where it's wrong."

"I'm sorry, I was talking nonsense, I was talking nonsense!"

"White fog is white fog. There is nothing wrong with white fog."

Song Qiuyue slumped on the ground, shaking her head helplessly.

The old Taoist in white robes still smiled: "If that's the case, then pass the message."

"Yes Yes Yes."

Song Qiuyue collapsed and said: "I will send a message to Xuzhou City now, I will do it now."

As she spoke, she communicated with forty gods.

Naturally, the gods dared not disobey. They were gods, but they were also cultivators who became gods on the spot.

Monks are human beings too.

Everyone is afraid of death.

The gods mobilized the few remaining incense sticks and used their divine power to try to send a message to Xuzhou City through the white fog.

Even though I know it's impossible.

But since this strange old Taoist priest had asked, how could they dare not do it?
Just when the divine consciousness sank into the white mist.

All the gods were stunned.

Because there really is a voice responding to them.

But it was the voice of the old Taoist in white robe.

"You guys really want to spread it?"

……

the other side.

Inside Xuzhou City.

In the Song Mansion, the previous tranquility and calmness was replaced by deathly silence.

There were thousands of slaves and maids.

Including Song Tiangang's offspring, all the concubines were kept silent.

Because something big happened last night.

Something that made both Xuzhou Mu and Song Tiangang furious.

It's been sunrise till now.

Several people who hold important positions and are called "adults" outside have been brought into Song Tiangang's study.

It hasn't come out until now.

In the study room.

There was a crash.

A vase was thrown heavily to the ground by Song Tiangang.

"Nearly 10,000 immigrants appeared out of nowhere outside Xuzhou City."

"And you can't even find out who did it."

"What use is this officer having you wait for?"

"Waste, all of you waste!" The officials dressed in bright red official robes lowered their heads and allowed Song Tiangang to scold them.

"Where are the forty gods?"

"And what about the monks?"

"Who can tell me where they went?"

This matter can be big or small.

The entire Xuzhou City is ruled by Song Tiangang.

With just one order from him, the matter was completely suppressed.

Even now, no one in the entire Xuzhou city knows what happened.

Here comes the problem.

Song Tiangang didn't know what happened either.

He only knew that the immigrants had entered the Shiwan Mountains yesterday, but returned to the outskirts of Xuzhou in the blink of an eye.

And I don't remember what happened at all.

"grown ups."

Someone couldn't help but say, "The memories of those immigrants were all wiped, and the gods can't restore them, otherwise they would know what happened."

"How about choosing one of the survivors and handing him over to the City God? Maybe we can trace back what happened last night."

"Backtracking!"

Song Tiangang flew into a rage, throwing away the demeanor he had cultivated for decades, and angrily said, "If I could go back in time, would I have called in trash like you?"

The City God of Xuzhou City was his seventh uncle.

He came from the Song family in Beijing.

If it was official business, such as asking Lin Ye and others to go to the Shiwandashan Mountains to find the source of pollution and stir up the emotions of the people in the city to collect taxes, then Seventh Uncle would naturally help him.

But this is a private matter.

It is also related to the secret of becoming an immortal hidden in the mutated statue.

Give him ten thousand courage.

He didn't dare to go to see his seventh uncle.

It would be fine if nothing is traced back, but it would be a shame if something is traced back that shouldn't be traced back.

Then the entire Song family will hold him accountable.

Shinto is just a helpless choice.

Becoming an immortal is Song Tiangang's ambition.

Even if he wanted to let the Song family know, that would be something he would consider only after he had comprehended the secret of becoming an immortal and achieved immortality.

Even these days.

Song Tiangang carried the golden seal with him every day.

Because only with the golden seal can he be the shepherd of a continent comparable to the city god. His every word and action, and the people he meets, will be distorted by the endless popularity of the golden seal.

It is precisely because of this that Seventh Uncle could not discover what he had done.

At this time, the door of the study was pushed open.

The servant came in.

Song Tiangang frowned and scolded those people, "I will put this matter aside for now and go and make proper arrangements for those immigrants, otherwise you won't have to wear these red official robes anymore."

"How do you arrange it?"

Everyone smiled bitterly, whether to kill or knock down, they had to be sure.

This arrangement is quite a big deal.

Song Tiangang took a deep breath and said, "Erase the memory. Those who should go to jail should go to jail, and those who should go home should go home."

"get out."

Everyone then quickly retreated.

Seeing this, the servant shook his head and said, "Sir, Miss Qiuyue hasn't come back yet."

"I know."

Song Tiangang had a gloomy face, picked up a cup of tea and took a sip: "According to previous practice, she should be sending a message back soon, right?"

"Yes, you will send a message back after you have finished this cup of tea."

"hehe."

Song Tiangang sneered and drank the tea in one gulp.

Then the figure flashed.

When he appeared again, he was in a room in the Song Mansion.

The house looked ordinary from the outside.

But it’s terrifyingly big inside.

Gods sat cross-legged in the middle of the place, and the vitality was so strong that it was dissipating in the air.

Song Tiangang had already reached the pinnacle of Nascent Soul.

He ignored the popularity and just walked up to the gods.

"I've met my lord."

The gods did not dare to be arrogant and all bowed.

"Who has been in contact with Qiuyue?"

"My Lord, it's me."

A god who was about forty years old and wearing a Confucian cap walked down from the altar.

Song Tiangang looked at the god expressionlessly, and the golden seal hanging on his waist suddenly emitted a golden light, which instantly sank into the god's eyes.

The god suddenly froze, his eyes blank.

Then, the god opened his mouth and spoke in Song Qiuyue's voice: "Uncle, I am Qiuyue. Why did you only send forty gods? It's too few. Bring some more, some more."

"Are four hundred enough?"

Song Tiangang said: "There are thousands of gods in Xuzhou City. In addition to the Seventh Uncle, there are four county gods. I think we should send them all."

"I just don't know if you can eat it!"

After saying that, Song Tiangang smashed the god's head with one blow.

All the people's aura was immediately involved in his golden seal;
With the golden seal on his body, Song Tiangang is like the city god in Xuzhou City.

When the other gods saw this, they all lowered their heads, as if they didn't see it.

Song Tiangang walked out of the house expressionlessly.

With a wave of his hand, the human energy that was originally absorbed by these gods seemed to have its own will and directly trapped all the gods inside.

Outside the house, the servant stood by.

Song Tiangang glanced at him coldly and said, "Can we still contact the fifty gods we sent later?"

"I can get in touch with you."

"Call them back."

The servant was stunned: "Yes, I will do it right away. What about Miss Qiuyue? Her life tablet is still there."

The implication is that the person is still alive.

Are we just going to leave it like this?

Song Tiangang suddenly laughed and said, "She is a member of the Song family. I want to see her alive or dead. But now is not the time to bring her back. Let's wait a while."

"The villain understands."

The servant knew clearly in his heart that the time had come when the fate card was broken.

(End of this chapter)