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Chapter 470 Doomsday Prediction, Sneak Attack from Behind

Linjiang, a county town called Zouhu.

At this time, the sky was slightly bright and the thin clouds dispersed, revealing white walls, gray tiles and wooden buildings in the city.

A bird with a gray beak and white feathers swooped down from the towering city wall, flew over the undulating city area below, and landed on a tower in the center of the city.

Below the tower is a square paved with blue stone slabs.

The square is spacious and it seemed to have rained heavily last night. There was a thin layer of water in the low-lying areas of the square. The water was very clear and reflected the thin clouds rolling in the sky.

Although it was still early and the sky had not even fully brightened, quite a few people had already gathered in the square.

These people were all ragged and looked pale.

They held ceramic or wooden bowls in their hands, raised them above their heads, with their sleeves hanging down, revealing their dirty arms underneath.

In the middle of the crowd, there was a temporary high platform made of wood. On it was a middle-aged Taoist priest with a burly figure, thick hands and feet, and wearing a dark yellow Taoist robe. The Taoist priest had an ugly face, with a high forehead protruding outwards, and two bright eyes. He held a talisman in his left hand, a peach wood sword in his right hand, and stepped on the Seven Star Step.

With every step forward, the platform beneath his feet shook, and there was a creaking sound as if he could not bear the weight.

"The best and most wonderful head, saves people ten times; the hidden rhymes of hundreds of demons, separate and combine naturally; the red text in the mixed cave, the supreme truth..." The Taoist in the yellow robe muttered to himself, and his loud voice echoed above the square.

When the scripture was finished, the Taoist's eyes suddenly widened.

Swish!
He flicked his wrist.

The peach wood sword made a sword flower and stabbed fiercely towards the sky.

"Hurry up and open it as ordered!" As he shouted, a ray of white light suddenly descended from the sky.

The white light fell on the talisman in the Taoist's other hand, and the talisman instantly ignited. The vermilion stripes on it fluttered in the flames, as bright red as blood gushing out of an artery. It was only a palm-sized talisman, but the ash produced after it was ignited covered the entire square, first making a whirring sound, and then falling from the sky piece by piece.

The ordinary civilians in the audience had never seen such magical powers before, and they all exclaimed in amazement.

Just a few days ago, a plague broke out in the city, and many people were infected with the disease. Some of them had poisonous sores all over their bodies, while others had pus and blood flowing out of their mouths and noses, and they looked very painful. At that time, there were rumors that this Taoist priest performed a ritual and bestowed a magical water that could cure diseases and heal injuries. These people were originally skeptical, but now seeing this scene, they suddenly realized that this Taoist priest really had magical powers, and now they all crowded forward to fight for it.

In this dark crowd, the two skinny arms raised upwards are not conspicuous.

The owner of the arm was named Gao Ming, who looked no more than thirteen or fourteen years old. Due to malnutrition, he was short in stature, but he still struggled to lift the porcelain bowl full of water above his head.

laugh!
The porcelain bowl suddenly sank.

There was a sound of water evaporating from inside.

Gao Ming felt his fingers burning and was delighted.

His mother had been sick in bed for three days. At first, she could drink some porridge, but now she couldn't even swallow water. She was dying, and this magic water was the last hope to save her mother. He struggled to put down the bowl, using his thin body to cover it, and tried to squeeze through the crowd and leave.

But his body was too thin, and with the crowds of people around him, he looked like he was drowning in a turbulent underground river.

boom!
Someone kicked him from behind.

Gao Ming staggered, lost his balance, and suddenly fell forward.

He put his shoulder on the ground, trying to protect the magic water in the porcelain bowl, but most of it still spilled out. Before he could get up, another dirty big foot stepped down, and with a crisp "crack" sound, the porcelain bowl shattered on the ground, and the remaining magic water spilled all over the ground, mixing with the dirty muddy water.

The sound of feet stepping on puddles came one after another, and the crowd finally dispersed. But Gao Ming stood there with a dull look in his eyes. Now he had neither the healing water nor the bowl to eat with him. He looked at the fragments on the ground, his mind was blank, and he didn't know what to do.

The boy looked around in vain, hoping to pick up some talisman ashes from the ground and take them back.

But the strange thing is.

When the talisman ashes were in the sky, they were everywhere.

But when it fell to the ground, it disappeared without leaving any trace.

Now the last glimmer of hope has completely disappeared. Thinking of his skinny mother lying on the hospital bed and his sister who is only seven or eight years old, Gao Ming felt waves of dull pain in his body and didn't know what to do next.

Snapped!
A big foot wearing black cloth shoes stepped down, splashing mud.

Gao Ming looked up and saw ankles tied with coarse cloth, a yellow Taoist robe, and a large face with a dark yellow complexion.

"Why do you want medicine?" Huang Mingzi's voice came.

Gao Ming quickly knelt on the ground and kowtowed heavily, "Please have mercy, Master. I'm asking for medicine to save my mother."

"It's rare that you have this thought. In that case, well... I'll make an exception this time." Huang Mingzi's face seemed to flash with a smile, and then he put his fingers together as a sword and gently pointed forward. As if time had gone back, the porcelain bowl that had been stepped on and broken into pieces instantly returned to its original state, with a bowl of clear water in it, and a light gray line rippling in the center.

Gao Ming's face was filled with surprise, his heart pounding, and he kowtowed quickly, "Thank you for your mercy, sir. I am very grateful."

"Go quickly and feed this magic water to your mother." Huang Mingzi said in a low voice, "Once she drinks it, she will no longer feel pain."

Gao Ming didn't think much about it, and thanked him again. Then he carefully picked up the porcelain bowl, turned around and left quickly, disappearing into the green tile alley in front of him.

"We are high and mighty, but when we are in the world, we find that all living beings have their own sorrows and loves... We just catch them all in one fell swoop and put an end to it all. I don't know whether this is right or wrong." Huang Mingzi sighed.

He was one of the other two comers mentioned by Bhanteva.

Although they are stronger, they are still at the bottom among the Adventers.

He actually did not approve of the order issued by the patriarch. These mortals were indeed created by them, but they also had their own joys and sorrows. Just rudely cleaning them all up, the time and resources wasted over the past thousands of years were a small matter. More importantly, the race was alienated in this process, gradually losing its original heart and turning into another kind of monster in human skin.

He felt both reluctant and worried.

but……

The orders of the great patriarch are supreme.

Not to mention him, a third-generation Adventist, even those second-generation Adventers born in the Federation did not dare to disobey.

Therefore, no matter how many ideas you have, you can only express them in your heart.

Huang Mingzi collected his thoughts and felt a slight movement in his heart, sensing a piece of information coming from the distant void.

"This is the news from Junior Brother Panbala. It seems that the mission over there has been completed." Huang Mingzi did not think much about it, but said to himself, "My arrangements here are almost ready. After we meet, we can discuss it. Then we can activate the Divine Plague and complete the mission assigned by the Great Patriarch."

He raised his legs to leave.

Just before leaving, a warning suddenly flashed through my mind.

No one knew where this warning sign came from, and by the time Huang Mingzi was thinking about it carefully, it had disappeared.

He looked up at the sky and saw two crows flapping their wings and flying out of the city. A few gray feathers swirled and fell. The sky was gray and the clouds were getting thicker. The sun that had just risen was blocked and everything in front of him became dim. Gusts of cold wind swept over the city wall and blew from the high mountains in the distance.

Huang Mingzi frowned and calculated with his fingers, but he failed to figure out the source of the warning sign.

In the end, he could only shake his head and sneer, mocking himself, "It seems that I have been too sentimental during this period of time, and my inspiration has been obscured. What a sin."

Just treat what happened just now as a minor episode and let it go.

Huang Mingzi didn't think much about it.

With a flash of his body, he rushed towards the location where he had an appointment with Panbala as shown in the message.

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When Huang Mingzi stepped out of the void, he was already halfway up a mountain.

The environment here is very beautiful. It is a temporary base chosen before. The ground has traces of being specially leveled. There is a winding path paved with stone slabs, and at the end is a quaint wooden house. Rapeseed is planted on both sides of the door, and the tender yellow flowers are in full bloom. Further outside are two huge tea trees, and the sound of cicadas can be heard from inside.

It was early morning, the white mist in the mountains had not yet dissipated, the soil was moist, and a faint fragrance permeated the air.

Crunch!

It seemed that I heard footsteps coming from outside.

The door was suddenly pushed open and a bald figure walked out.

Panbala put his hands together with a smile on his face. The room behind him was filled with a darkness that seemed to be real.

"Brother, you are back." Panbala said "Amitabha" in a vague voice.

"Yeah." Huang Mingzi heard the sound of a waterfall in the distance and smiled. "You have completed the task over there. Did you bring that person back?"

"Of course." Panbala nodded.

"That's good." Huang Mingzi breathed a sigh of relief and said, "The strength of the Northern Frontier Demon Dragon is not bad. I have been worried about you while you were carrying out this mission. Now that I see that you are safe and sound, I can finally put my mind at ease. Since these trivial matters have been dealt with, when we meet Li Wenshe later, we will release the divine plague and put an end to all this."

"Everything is subject to Senior Brother's arrangements."

"That's right." Huang Mingzi nodded and asked, "Where is that person? Take me to see him first."

"It's in the room behind me." Panbala turned around and made a gesture of invitation.

Huang Mingzi did not suspect anything and walked towards the room. But at the moment when the two passed by, "Puff!" He was shocked and spurted out a mouthful of blood. With an unbelievable look on his face, he slowly lowered his head and saw a big hand covered with golden light reaching into his abdomen.

"you……"

(End of this chapter)