Looking at the leader of the night army in front of him, a stronger sense of threat kept stinging Fang Mo's intuition.

He felt his forehead swelling and pain.

Wu Zheng's relevant information also flashed through his mind.

‘The leader of the night army in Donghua City, a monk who is already 120 years old, has a seventh level of practice. He has participated in thousands of battles with heavenly demons in his life.’

‘I quit the front line 10 years ago and came to Donghua City to manage the night army.’

‘In theory, Lao Wu should not be suspicious.’

'But he stopped me from investigating Xiao Pei, and came to me at this point in time, and the increasingly threatening feeling in my intuition.'

Thinking of this, Fang Mo carried a right hand, and wisps of sword light lingered deep in his palm, ready to go.

He smiled and said, "Martial Arts Bureau, I'll take a look at it casually. What a coincidence, are you here too?"

Wu Zheng said quietly: "Fang Mo, after I asked Qiao Wei to take over your business, do you have any objections to me? I am also trying to protect you. Xiao Pei's business involves the battle between senior officials of the Dao School. If you rashly intervene in, it is too much pressure.

As your leader, of course I have to protect you. Don’t worry, Qiao Wei is responsible, I will supervise myself, Xiao Pei’s affairs will not be forgotten like this. You have to believe in the leader and the arrangements above.”

"I certainly understand the hard work of the Martial Arts Bureau." Fang Mo said with gratitude: "So I want to take advantage of this free time to study at Dao School more, and investigate Zhou Bai and Zuo Lu's affairs, and explore their bottom line."

Wu Zheng smiled and approached Fang Mo step by step: "Come on, come on, come on, come on, let's get together, how long has it been since you had dinner with me?"

Fang Mo said: "No need, I still have something to do, there is really something to do, so let's go first."

Wu Zheng looked at Fang Mo and said, "Fang Mo, do you still have any objections to me?"

"I remember when I first came to Donghua City to take charge of the Night Army, you were still an ordinary Night Army member."

"But when I saw you the first time I saw the fighting spirit in your eyes, I knew that this kid could do it. So I lifted you up step by step, and you didn't disappoint me."

"Although we have some different considerations at work now, we are still friends, aren't we?"

Fang Mo smiled and said, "Of course we are friends."

Wu Zheng stretched out his hand: "Then shake hands and leave."

Fang Mo was slightly stunned. Looking at the other party's hands wearing gloves, he always felt something was wrong: "No need..."

There seemed to be a cold light in Wu Zheng's eyes: "Do you have any objections to the old leader? Just forget it if you don't want to have dinner with me, the old man, at least shake your hands before leaving."

The soul power as high as 7999 points rose up, bringing great pressure to Fang Mo.

Fang Mo estimated that with his 5th level strength, he would not be able to compete with the opponent no matter what.

Thinking of this, he stretched out his palm and held it with the other person.

The soul power surged all over his body, the sword weapon was ready to go, and even the soul was ready to explode. But Wu Zheng seemed to have just shook hands with him and said with a smile: "Okay, then we will have something to do next time we have dinner together? Go and do it."

Fang Mo looked at Wu Zheng unexpectedly, and was somewhat surprised that the other party did not take action. He nodded to the other party and turned around and left with great vigilance. However, he was still not attacked until he left Wu Zheng hundreds of meters away.

Seeing Fang Mo turning around and leaving, the smile on Wu Zheng's face slowly faded away, and an unpredictable light emanated from his eyes.

Fang Mo on the other side turned around and left, but he walked faster and faster. After crossing a corner, he ran towards the crowded road.

"What's going on? Could it be that my intuition is wrong?" Fang Mo: "Wu Zheng didn't want to be bad for me?"

Fang Mo couldn't figure it out, but the threat was getting heavier and more and more scary, just like a sharp long sword that would be inserted into his back anytime and anywhere.

"He is still chasing me?" Fang Mo's expression sterned: "He wants to do something here?"

Just when Fang Mo felt that the sense of threat had risen to the extreme, a big hole was instantly broken into his right ankle, and blood flowed out like a fountain.

After Fang Mo rolled over, his soul power lifted his body and continued to move forward.

But his mind was shocked: ‘What’s going on?’

‘What kind of attack is it?’

'Why……'

He looked at himself being penetrated through his ankle: ‘…I didn’t feel it at all…’

Puff!

Puff!

Puff!

Fang Mo groaned and saw that his remaining hands and other feet were completely penetrated.

He fell to the ground, and his soul power extended towards every inch of space around him, constantly sensing everything around him in his most sensitive posture.

temperature……

humidity……

Wind speed...

Calories…

The vibration of the ground...

But no enemy could sense it.

He tried his best to control his breathing and urgently treated the wound with his soul power, but he still had no choice but to the strange attack.

‘Trouble.’ Fang Mo’s body shook slightly, and he felt two wounds burst out again in his chest and abdomen, and his internal organs were almost stirred up in a mess.

‘Tsk... I didn’t expect that I would die here.’ Blood kept spilling out of the corner of Fang Mo’s mouth, feeling the power in his body being flowing, and he could only convert his soul power to fill his body and temporarily maintain the movement of his body.

But even so, when his soul power is exhausted, he will die.

‘At least you have to give the information to…’

He looked at the street entrance not far from him, and the power of the soul spread over, but felt the sea of ​​consciousness fading, and the scene in front of him seemed to be dazed. His brain's thinking speed seemed to be decreasing, and waves of dizziness gradually surged into his heart.

‘Stand to keep Fang Mo and don’t die in vain.’ Suddenly his eyes lit up: “Lin Muqing?”

Lin Muqing, who was walking on the road, turned around unexpectedly: "Fang Team?!"

"Don't come here, someone is attacking me. I haven't cracked the attack method yet. Don't move, listen to me." Fang Mo said in a voice transmission: "There is a problem with the secret of Xuanpin. The demon left something inside last time, so it must be thoroughly investigated."

Lin Muqing was stunned: "I'll call the guard to help you..."

"No, my internal organs are all crushed and I am dead." Fang Mo said: "You keep going, treating nothing happened, and report this to..."

He thought for a while and said firmly: "Go and tell Zhao Shouyi, he will definitely have no problem."

Lin Muqing: "Does anyone else know about this?"

Fang Mo: "No, so you must not have something to do. Don't worry about me, go find Zhao Shouyi immediately..."

"Oh~~ Then I'll feel relieved." Lin Muqing smiled slightly: "So it's what you want to report to is this."

Fang Mo's face changed slightly: "You..."

With a thud, Fang Mo's head was completely stirred up.

Lin Muqing walked up with a smile, but when he passed by the shadow at the entrance of the alley, his figure changed a little, and he had become the one-eyed man who had searched Lin Muqing's room.

He kicked Fang Mo's body away, looked at the marks under the other party, and said with a sneer: "It's really entangled." He casually grinded away the scratches on the ground with his feet, and then continued to walk along Fang Mo's blood, looking at the marks sprinkled with blood on the wall, stretched out his palm, and all destroyed it.

"That's fine."
Chapter completed!