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Chapter 231 Jiangzhou Travel Notes, Secret Agent Thriller

Baihua County, Jiujiang Wharf.

There was a slight break in the sky, and an old ship was moored on the shore.

"This is Baihua County. I don't know what's so special about it. They actually sent you and me here to gather intelligence. It's really a waste of our talents." In the crowd, Zhou Hu was wearing a patched and tattered robe, his hair was messy, and his face was covered in dirt.

At first glance, it looked ordinary, no different from the refugees on the surrounding docks.

He stretched himself on the wooden steps and heard a crisp sound.

This makes me feel a lot more comfortable.

He jumped down the stairs with ease and landed steadily on the ground.

"Watch more, do more, talk less." A middle-aged man wearing a dark yellow jacket and a black cap appeared beside Zhou Hu. He looked like an accountant. He had a black mole under his chin with three black hairs sticking out of it.

This man's name is Ding Meng, and he is Zhou Hu's companion.

Compared to Zhou Hu, who had bright eyes and a carefree personality, Ding Meng had a numb expression and seemed to be much calmer.

"I know, I know." Zhou Hu waved his hands, disagreeing with his companion's preaching.

The two of them had gone through many life and death situations, carried out many dangerous missions, and had come all the way to the present. In Zhou Hu's view, the mission arranged by the Yiluansi to come to Baihua County to gather intelligence was simply a vacation for the two of them, a trip at public expense, so there was not much tension.

"Now that we have successfully reached our destination, what should we do next?" Zhou Hu asked casually as he followed the crowd forward.

Ding Meng's eyes swept across the various stalls on both sides of the street. "I thought the Jiang-Hubei area was a barren frontier, but I didn't expect this small border town to be so prosperous. It was beyond my expectations."

Slowly withdrawing his gaze, Ding Meng said, "Anyway, no specific tasks have been assigned by the higher-ups."

"We brothers are probably not the only ones who came to Baihua County. Let's walk around first and see if we can find anything new."

"Are there other masters? It seems that the higher-ups attach great importance to this matter. Why is that?" Zhou Hu asked in surprise.

"I heard that it was General Yuan Hong who gave the order." Ding Meng replied.

"The general is a narrow-minded person, and he doesn't have the magnanimity to tolerate others. It's not surprising that he issued such an order." Zhou Hu laughed, his expression becoming more casual.

Ding Meng shook his head and was about to give a warning when he saw Zhou Hu's attention was attracted by a group of people in the distance.

"That's..." Zhou Hu said excitedly, "There's such a large group of people surrounding it, I guess something must have happened, let's go over and take a look."

"Okay." Ding Meng nodded and hurriedly followed.

When they arrived, they found that there was a square square paved with bluestone in front of them.

The square was filled with shirtless strong men, their bronze muscles were oily, their faces were flushed, their muscles were bulging, and their veins were visible to the naked eye. The sweat on their bodies was evaporated by their body temperature, and white smoke rose up.

The temperature of the surrounding environment also rose significantly.

The bodies of the warriors were like furnaces, and as they practiced their skills, they created waves of heat that rolled in.

"Hiss..." The relaxed expression on Zhou Hu's face disappeared, replaced by shock.

"This is a small place that I've never heard of, but there are so many warriors." Zhou Hu was immediately surprised. "Although these warriors are not at a high level, they are all born with strong physiques and extraordinary bones. If there are enough resources to cultivate them, their future is limitless."

"There is another stone tablet in the square." Ding Meng followed quietly and frowned, "Let's see what is engraved on it."

Zhou Hu is slightly taller than Ding Meng.

At this moment, he stood on tiptoe, his eyes passed over the figures in front of him and fell on the stone tablet in the middle of the square.

The stone tablet was inscribed with scriptures, and below the scriptures were the corresponding standing exercises. At the top of the black stone tablet was a dragon pattern with clouds and mist and wings on its back. Although there were only a few simple lines, the majesty of the winged dragon was portrayed vividly.

Caught off guard, Zhou Hu took a quick look.

The dragon pattern on the stone tablet exploded with a roar, and then flew over like a flood.

This was a shocking moment, and Zhou Hu was completely unprepared. His muscles tensed, his pupils contracted, and his mouth opened wide, almost screaming out loud.

"Snapped!"

A big hand reached out from behind and covered my mouth.

"What happened to you just now? You're making a fuss out of nothing. How disgraceful!" Ding Meng said unhappily.

Zhou Hu felt his heart pounding as his emotions rose and fell. Recalling the image he had just seen and felt, he was out of breath, cold sweat oozed from his forehead, but there was a faint feeling of endless aftertaste. Zhou Hu first savored it carefully, and did not argue with Ding Meng, but just said calmly, "You will know what is engraved on the stone tablet after one look."

"Just don't embarrass yourself like me when the time comes." Zhou Hu crossed his arms over his chest and sneered.

"Oh, you think everyone is like you, making a fuss." Ding Meng said disapprovingly, reaching out and patting Zhou Hu on the shoulder. Zhou Hu squatted down, hugged Ding Meng's legs, gently lifted them up, and then - "This is impossible, absolutely impossible!"

Snapped!
Zhou Hu's hand trembled and he almost dropped Ding Meng to the ground.

"Your performance is worse than mine." Looking at Ding Meng who had an unbelievable look on his face, Zhou Hu said speechlessly.

"I know, but..." Ding Meng scratched his head fiercely, and his flushed face slowly calmed down. He clenched one hand into a fist and covered his heart with the other hand. Although he deliberately lowered his voice, Ding Meng's tone was still full of horror, "That is the Tyrant Dragon Secret Method, and it is the Tyrant Dragon Thirteen Phase Secret Method supplemented by the Five Elements and Eight Diagrams."

"This, this... When Taizu first founded the country, he spent countless manpower and resources, and tried every possible means, but he still failed to complete this powerful secret method, which was a great regret in his life. In the following thousand years, countless outstanding people and geniuses wanted to make progress on this secret method, but all returned empty-handed."

“But now, in such a small place, it’s just casually engraved on a stone tablet…” Ding Meng danced with joy and was a little incoherent for a while.

A martial arts secret technique is no less valuable to a martial artist than a beautiful woman.

Ding Meng's current mood was just like the most beautiful woman in the world taking off her clothes and standing in front of him, surrounded by a group of rough men. Ding Meng's mood was extremely complicated for a while, and even a veteran spy like him could not remain calm.

"Let me take one more look, let me take one more look, then I'll die without regrets in this life!" Ding Meng stood on tiptoe and squeezed into the crowd.

"No, we have to leave now!"

A cold wind blew.

On the contrary, Zhou Hu reacted with a start. The noise they had just made was quite loud. At this moment, he felt that the eyes of the people around him were vaguely on him. As a spy, this situation was already quite dangerous.

Zhao Hu grabbed Ding Meng's arm and dragged him away from the crowd, ignoring his screams and pleas.

Along another inconspicuous path, hurried forward. After a while.

Ding Meng finally came back to his senses.

"I lost my composure just now. Thank you, Brother Zhou, for reminding me." Ding Meng's face was gloomy. He sighed first and then bowed to Zhou Hu.

"You and I, brothers, have been friends for many years. Why are you saying these things?" Zhou Hu waved his hand and said generously.

"Wait!" Zhou Hu glanced around and was stunned. He realized that they had come to a temple without realizing it. Incense was burning, and there were high walls and big tiles. People were coming and going outside the gate, and it was a very lively scene.

"Hasn't Jiang E been fighting a life-and-death battle with those bald guys in Skull Plain recently? How come this temple is still so popular and hasn't been affected at all?" Ding Meng blinked and reacted.

"Let's go in and take a look," Zhou Hu suggested.

"it is good!"

The two entered the temple and followed the pilgrims who came to worship the mountain all the way to the main hall.

The two were surprised to find that the deity worshipped in the main hall was neither the majestic Buddha or Bodhisattva, nor the angry and majestic Vajra Arhat.

Instead, it was a majestic, furious evil god with a green face and fangs.

The muscles on his body bulged like armor, and his eyes glowed red. He had horns like a crown on his head, and a long tail with joints extending inch by inch behind him. He looked like a barbarian king who would choose his prey and conquer the world, and his fierce aura was overwhelming.

Although it was a dead object, when the two saw it for the first time, they both felt a sudden shock in their hearts and cold sweat broke out on their foreheads.

Zhou Hu and Ding Meng hurriedly lowered their heads, picked up the incense, and kowtowed twice.

Only then did he feel a little better and hurriedly left the main hall.

"Who is enshrined in this main hall?" When they got outside, Zhou Hu reached out and grabbed an old man dressed like a fisherman wearing a straw hat. He handed over a piece of silver and asked in a low voice.

The old farmer pushed the silver back to Zhou Hu and said with a laugh, "They must be from other places."

"Old man, you have a good eye." Zhou Hu said with a smile, "My two brothers came from Jiangbeizhou and took refuge here."

"I see." The old man replied, "The one enshrined in this main hall is the local Dusi. There may be no gods or Buddhas in this world, but the Dusi protects the peace of a region and truly has the magical power to level mountains and seas, and slay demons and monsters."

"I heard that you can worship in this temple."

"With the protection of the city's legal power, even if you walk alone in the mountains at midnight, ghosts and gods will flee at the sight of you."

Say it.

The old man in the straw hat waved his hand and left in style, leaving Ding Meng and Zhou Hu with shocked faces.

"Just calling his real name can scare away ghosts and gods. What kind of cultivation must this be?" The more Ding Meng thought about it, the more scared he became. In the end, his legs were shaking. He reached out to hold on to the big red column next to him, and then he barely stood firm, but his face was still pale and very ugly.

"What can an ordinary old man understand?" Zhou Hu said disapprovingly, "Don't scare yourself."

"That being said, there are indeed many unusual things along the way," Ding Meng said in a deep voice.

"For example..."

"First of all, there are no demons here, from the death-level monarchs to the newly born fish and shrimps, there is not a single one. It really is like a demon restricted area, too clean, it makes me a little uncomfortable."

Ding Meng said, "Another thing is the climate here. It's winter, but I don't feel that cold."

"There are also stone tablets, warriors, evil gods being worshipped... and an indescribable charm that makes me feel creepy."

"Look over there..." Ding Meng pointed towards the distance.

Zhou Hu looked in the direction of Ding Meng's finger and saw a nine-story tower standing in the city. Chains were entangled around the tower, and the sky above was covered with dark clouds. The lead-gray clouds hung low, heavy and dull, turning into a vortex, and from time to time, scarlet thunder flashed by, and the power of heaven rolled.

When winter thunder roars, there must be evil spirits. But the people around seem to have gotten used to it and don't even look at it.

"I checked the information. It used to be the Demon Suppression Tower. Later, it was transformed into the office and residence of the local Dusi." Ding Meng said with a puzzled look, "Now it seems that there is something strange in the Demon Suppression Tower."

"Hiss..." Zhou Hu tightened his clothes, "Now that you mention it, I also feel that this place is very evil."

"Why don't we leave first and then make plans." Zhou Hu suggested.

"Okay!" Ding Meng agreed immediately.

They left the temple and returned along the same route. However, as they walked, they gradually realized that something was wrong.

call!
The cold wind blew, blowing up the fallen leaves on the ground.

The sky had become gloomy at some point, and the street that was once crowded with people was now filled with only two people.

Even the busy shops on both sides of the street had their doors and windows open, but inside they were empty and dark, like greedy mouths ready to devour anyone. Even if the two were slow to react, they knew that their plan had been exposed and they were being targeted.

"hiss……"

Ding Meng felt a chill down his spine, stopped and looked back suddenly.

The street behind was filled with fog, as if it led to an endless distance. Only vaguely could one see a locust tree growing sideways, its withered branches looking like a demon with bared fangs and claws.

Ding Meng felt his heart dropping and freezing. His neck was terribly stiff. Just turning around, such a simple action, seemed to consume all his strength. When he finally looked away and looked forward, a chill ran through his heart again.

But in the shadows, a burly figure was walking towards him.

He had a sturdy build, almost like a demon, and his shoulders alone were as high as the eaves of the houses on both sides.

Wait until you get closer and take a look.

The man had white hair and his strong, exposed arms were covered with scars.

There was no special expression on his face, except that his eyes were emitting a fierce red light.

Defeat the Demon God of Yang, and Sister Huangxing is resurrected QWQ!

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