Mu He was hung there, and his whole face twitched even more.

Not long after, he heard the sound of his shoe heels trampling on the stone bricks. Each sound was like sharp high heels piercing into his heart and getting closer.

"Sa... Lord Salang!" Mu He wanted to kneel down on the ground, but he couldn't do it at all.

The woman's right hand was bleeding, and she was half holding a lively heart on it, which was extremely terrifying!

She raised her eyes coldly and stared at Mu He, the deacon of Hujin who was hanging there!

Mu He felt that his soul was wiped out by this cold light.

"You gave that boy to the Magic Academy?"

"Yes...yes...no...no..." Mu Heyu was incoherent.

"You have erected such a freak for this sect to trample on me today. I want to reward you..."

"No, no, no, please, no, no...ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The extremely miserable scream echoed in the ancient clock, and it felt like a soul that had been filled with fragmented, which had not dissipated for a long time.

Under the bell tower is a carnival, singing and dancing, which looks more like a vibrant grand ceremony...

...

Only when the tide of the undead has faded can all parties send out support.

Countless helicopters coiled over the inner city and frequently sent supplies to the city. Bulks of builders began to rebuild the city, but in order to ensure that the undead no longer attacked, they just expanded various resettlement houses around the inner city within a radius of three kilometers.

The rain stopped on the third day, and the surviving people were all placed in temporary houses. The high walls closed everyone inside, which looked at least more secure.

This place is different from Bocheng. Apart from the respite with the undead, it is still a rich land. The most important thing is that it has a history of thousands of years. No matter how strong the wind or heavy the rain is, it will not completely destroy the place. The city will only be rebuilt after thousands of holes, and most people here will not abandon this land.

The speed of urban reconstruction is not as slow as imagined. Half is repaired by machinery, and half is the construction engineers extended by earth mages who are starting construction, bridges, roads, blocks, and houses. If they are to be completed, only a few more earth mages are needed.

First, build the inner city in a radius of three kilometers, and then slowly expand to the original urban area. As long as the heart is still there, the ancient capital will slowly recover... People are not as fragile as imagined. No matter how sad they are, the living people still have to live.

...

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Drum Tower Conference Hall

Some of the fruits I just delivered were placed on the long conference table and looked very delicious. I guess they were airlifted from the south.

There were not many people on the conference table, but Du Xiao, Zhu Meng, Han Ji, mysterious gray-white man, demon man...

"I have looked for many places, but I haven't seen Mo Fan." said the mysterious gray-white man.

"This guy doesn't look like the kind of person who does good deeds without leaving a name, right?" Zhu Meng teased.

"Thanks to him this time, I really didn't expect that, the demonic... Tsk tsk, he should be the only person in the world who can control the demonic power. I called a few people here today, and I was also discussing Mo Fan's matter." Han Ji said.

"The demon department is strictly prohibited from being a magic association on the five continents. I asked Mo Fan, and he meant that he didn't want to be a white mouse, so if we can hide this matter, we should try our best to hide it." Zhu Meng expressed his opinion.

"A giant in the military had a close chat with me. He told me that the god of death in Dongting Lake, which had been sensational in Biyi City, was Mo Fan, who had been demonized for the first time." said the mysterious gray-white man.

"Which giant?" Zhu Meng immediately asked.

"It should be the one in charge of the Southern Military Region. He told us not to let the people from the Magic Association of the Five Continents know about this matter." said the mysterious gray-white man.

"Mo Fan himself doesn't want too many people to know that the military and our own magic association have no intention of promoting it. It's just the Hunter Alliance... Du Xiao, can you suppress Chu Jia and others?" Zhu Meng asked.

Du Xiao shook his head.

He is the hunting king, and the elder's identity is higher than that of the hunting king, so he naturally cannot block the elder's mouth.

"You don't have to worry about the Hunter Alliance. Most of the old man knows about this. Mo Fan works in his store. If he comes forward, there will never be any news that shouldn't have to be delivered to places he shouldn't have." The demon man spoke at this time.

"I almost forgot about this. Demon man, you have fun with the Qingtian Hunting Station." Du Xiao said.

"That's great. The military, the Hunter Alliance, and the Magic Association will not have any major problems. After all, we are the ones who use Mo Fan to display the power of the demons, which is easy to control. As for Mo Fan's friends, it is very simple to be conservative." Han Ji nodded.

"By the way, Salang probably knows, will he..." The mysterious gray-white man immediately thought of something and said hurriedly.

"Sarang should be trying his best to leave our country now. His action has also exposed a lot. The Judgment is uprooting his gangsters. The Supreme Presiding Judge has personally taken his life. Do you think he still has time to take Mo Fan??" Han Ji smiled slightly.

"This guy wants to destroy the ancient capital, relying on the ancient king's undead king as his support, and he is completely named the God of Death. Now he should be like a betrayed dog. Once the major blue-clothed deacons of the Black Holy See are found out, all the people buried under his hands will be eradicated. In less than half a month, Salang, who is still hiding in the dark, will become a bare commander... Speaking of which, Mo Fan is really the nemesis of the Black Holy See. When they were in Bocheng, they wanted to get back the Earth Holy See when they were in the Demon City. As a result, the Black Holy See forces lurking in the entire Demon City were uprooted. This time, Mo Fan ended their ceremony and let all the Black Holy See forces lurking in our country be beaten up. It's so good, so good!!" Zhu Meng couldn't help laughing.

"Yes, this kid is our secret weapon against the Black Holy See. His current cultivation level is already so strong that his demonic power is used. When his cultivation level is higher, one day he will directly kill to the Black Holy See headquarters and completely erase the Black Holy See from this world!!" The mysterious gray-white man also seemed a little excited.

Cancer, the Black Holy See is the biggest cancer in the world. If it is really eradicated, many people will burst into tears because of this!!

"Then we have to protect this jade." Han Ji also laughed.

"Let's pave the next path for him to practice?"

"No, no, no, this is not a good method. We pave the way for him, and his cultivation may stop at the higher level. You are not unaware that you can reach our level. You are definitely not able to achieve it by being pampered, nor by protecting it..." Du Xiao immediately rejected this idea.

With the resources in hand, it is indeed not difficult to cultivate Mo Fan into a strong man, but that is just to encourage growth!

The treasure of Mo Fan is grown in wild itself, so it is just released directly. Every truly powerful mage often walks his own way.

"Then you can't completely release the stock..." Han Ji was probably a little worried.

"I have a good suggestion." Zhu Meng laughed at this time.
Chapter completed!