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  As night fell, the sky had darkened, and this ordinary inn lit up lights in every corner, illuminating the entire inn.

  Logically speaking, a populous city like Fanhai City should have a lively inn at night, but this inn was deserted, with only three people sitting in the lobby. These three were the gray-robed middle-aged man, Xiao Ge, and Wei Ziming, who looked regretful.

  The bloody incident of the middle-aged man in gray clothes was truly shocking, and what's even more unbelievable is that the lord of Fanghai City personally came to this ordinary inn, with a sincere face, apologizing to the middle-aged man in gray.

  Not many people saw this scene, nor were there few. So the astute and cautious traveler, after the lord of the castle left, carefully came to the service desk, directly checked out, and then the whole inn became quiet.

  A bloody smell wafted in from the street outside, and upon smelling this nauseating odor, the innkeeper's face turned pale. However, he, who had been waiting cautiously for half a day, tried his best to suppress the feelings in his heart.

  He actually wanted to leave here, but this inn was his lifeblood. If he didn't have the inn, he would have nothing, so he had no choice but to stay.

  "Sir! I'll go prepare dinner for you." The innkeeper, in order to protect his own inn, was cautiously waiting for the three fierce men, so as soon as it was time for dinner, he asked on his own initiative.

  "Alright! Go!" The middle-aged man in gray clothes glanced at him with a flicker of his eyes and then spoke expressionlessly.

  The landlord of the inn nodded repeatedly and then left the living room. Since he was the only one left in the entire inn, many things had to be done by him personally.

  Actually, he still has an idea in his mind now, to poison the three villains while cooking, but he dares not put it into action, because he is afraid.

  Watching the pale-faced innkeeper retreat, Wei Ziming also silently sighed in his heart: This is the sorrow of being a weak and small person.

  Actually, Wei Ziming knew that at this moment, he was also facing the same situation. The only difference was that he was not afraid of the gray-clothed middle-aged man, because he firmly believed that one day, he would be able to reach a level where the gray-clothed middle-aged man had to look up to him.

  When Wei Ziming knew that he couldn't leave the gray-clothed middle-aged man more than five steps away, all sorts of thoughts began to emerge in his heart. What he needed was not to get rid of the gray-clothed middle-aged man, but how to mix into the Blood Slaughter Temple.

  After some thought, he felt that he needed to find some trouble for the grey-clothed middle-aged man in order to change the situation of being stared at by him.

  After having some thoughts in his heart, Wei Ziming's mind also calmed down. He was waiting for an opportunity and at the same time did not want to waste the waiting time, so he sat directly in this idle hall to cultivate.

  Every single movement of Wei Ziming was caught in the eyes of the gray-clothed middle-aged man and Xiao Ge. After some thought, the gray-clothed middle-aged man finally decided to take Wei Ziming back first, and then come back to look for the lost token.

  Of course, the middle-aged man in gray did not believe Wei Ziming's words, but under uncertain circumstances, he would not easily move against Wei Ziming. Therefore, he could only try to understand the situation from a different angle. The reason why he was not afraid of trouble was that the ancient talisman was really too important.

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  In a corner of Fanghai City, Luo Qing gazed at the streets that had been cleaned up, smelling the bloody smell that couldn't be removed in a short time, silently cursing the Blood Massacre Temple's people for being perverted and bloodthirsty.

  In fact, Luo Qing's infiltration into Fanhai City went very smoothly, because the city lord's guards were cleared out by that gray-clothed middle-aged man, and at this moment, Fanhai City was unusually weak.

  But Luo Qing still didn't dare to be careless, because he learned from Hai Tian that the Allied Nations would send someone to Fanhai City, so he was still careful and hiding himself.

  "It's been so long, yet Ziming is still by that person's side. It's really too reckless, a transcendent strongman beyond the Three Realms of Innate isn't someone to be trifled with." Luo Qing muttered under his breath.

  Today, he witnessed the scene of Fan Haicheng personally coming to apologize and make amends. This situation has confirmed his previous speculation that the cultivation of the gray-robed middle-aged man surpassed the Three Heavens of Innate.

  "Lu Qing... being anxious here won't work... it's not a solution, Zi Ming won't leave that person, naturally there must be his reasons, we should think about how to cooperate with him." A faintly weak spiritual fluctuation suddenly transmitted out, which was exactly Xiao Hei's spiritual fluctuation, but it was extremely weak, even somewhat strained, showing that the previous consumption was difficult to recover from.

  Luo Qing and Xiao Hei still underestimated the middle-aged man in gray, it was not that Wei Ziming did not want to leave the middle-aged man in gray, but the middle-aged man in gray did not give Wei Ziming any chance at all.

  "Xiao Hei! What is Wei Ziming's head thinking about? We don't even know what he's thinking, how can we help him?" Luo Qing was extremely admiring of Wei Ziming's courage at this time, so in this aspect, he couldn't lose to Wei Ziming too much. Although he didn't have the guts to face that grey-clothed middle-aged man head-on, being a backup for Wei Ziming was still possible.

  "Zi Ming thinks... infiltrate... Blood Massacre Hall". Xiao Hei's spiritual fluctuations are transmitted intermittently.

  "Xiao Hei is fine, right?" Luo Qing was still worried about Xiao Hei's condition.

  "It's okay!... I've already recovered a lot now." Little Hei's intelligence is extremely high, so its humanized tone is also very high.

  "We know that Ziming wants to infiltrate the Blood Temple, but we don't know what he's thinking now. So the safest way is to do something according to our own thoughts, and these things are beneficial to Ziming." Luo Qing returned to the conversation earlier and put forward his own opinion.

  "Trouble is trouble for some people, but it's an opportunity for others." This was Luo Qing's advice.

  "The lord of Fang Hai City, although he didn't dare to show any dissatisfaction in front of the middle-aged man in gray clothes, but no matter who it was, if nearly half of his subordinates were slaughtered, he would definitely have some thoughts." Luo Qing continued.

  "If... Haotian were to die unexpectedly... at the hands of the gray-clothed middle-aged man, perhaps... it would be able to cause some trouble for the gray-clothed middle-aged man." Xiao Hei was actually the worm in Luo Qing's belly, and as soon as Luo Qing opened his mouth, it knew what Luo Qing was thinking.

  "Haha! That's how it's done!" Luo Qing sneered with a sly smile.

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