Versatile Mage: Reincarnation of the Strongest Gojo Satoru of the Contemporary Era

Chapter 63 Zhang Xiaohou's Situation
With Han Ji's permission, Gojo Satoru stood at the highest point of the bell tower and looked down with a gloomy expression.

It was pitch black!!

shocking! ! !

It is unknown when the ocean of undead had engulfed the inner city to within one kilometer. When the deafening roar reached a certain level, the world was dead silent!

On the city wall, military mages stood in rows. No matter what level they were, there was deep fear in their eyes.

The entire inner city gradually became dead silent.

The road was full of people, and even metal vehicles were not allowed to take up any space. There were people curled up in groups, crying, and burying their heads. It was unclear whether they were waiting for the next death sentence or praying to survive safely.

The so-called chaos and confusion were not apparent at all at this moment. The souls of most people had been destroyed by the catastrophe, leaving only an empty shell.

Looking at this scene, Gojo Satoru couldn't help but take a deep breath and clenched his fists tightly.

Or maybe he wasn't strong enough! If he was strong enough to easily kill those two Undead Lords, how could this happen?

Although he had no obligation to save these people who had nothing to do with him, this kind of despair was something he hated extremely!
How he wanted to kill those damn creatures outside the city who were looking at him and others greedily!
After looking for a while, Gojo Satoru suddenly found two familiar auras in the crowd.

It’s Zhang Xiaohou and Mo Fan!
After much consideration, he still did not go to meet the two friends, but just waited quietly at the top of the bell tower.

……

Suddenly, Gojo Satoru saw several royal guards flying from the inner city wall towards Mo Fan and his companions, among whom there was even a super-level mages with a terrifying aura.

Originally, he thought that these royal guards were just asking questions, but it seemed that after a few words, Mo Fan and the others were taken away.

Then flew into a courtyard.

Gojo Satoru remembered that it should be the room where Han Ji and the gray-white man were, where important medical resources were stored.

After thinking about it, Gojo Satoru spread his wings and flew over to see what was going on.

The guard mages in charge of the mission simply inquired about their purpose and then let them pass.

As soon as I entered, I heard the voice of President Han Ji: "Thank you all for escorting Fang Gu here. I thank you on behalf of the Supreme Council of the Magic Association."

Gojo Satoru walked into the house and saw that everyone had a look of fear on their faces.

"Fang Gu, do you still have a bottle of Kunjing water in your hand?" Han Ji ignored Wu Tiao Wu who came in. His eyes fell on Fang Gu and asked directly.

"Why are you asking this? Aren't you here to accuse me?" Fang Gu asked puzzledly.

"We'll talk about your sins later. The lives of the millions of people in this inner city are of utmost importance. The water from Kunjing is the only thing that can reconcile the Nine Nether Dew. We hope that you will hand over the water from Kunjing immediately and let the undead fall asleep." Han Ji said in a calm tone.

Everyone was shocked when they heard the news.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. If I still have the water of Kunjing in my hand, I will hand it over to wash away my sins. The truth is that I have used the last portion of the water of Kunjing to refine the undead... I will summon it out. If you can extract the energy of Kunjing from its body, I... I don't mind you killing it." Fang Gu said matter-of-factly.

After saying that, Fang Gu started drawing a star map, and soon the dark red, powerful skeleton appeared in front of everyone, looking around in confusion.

"Fang Tu, the water from Kunjing can save the people in this city. They might be able to melt you..." Fang Gu said to the skeleton.

Although his tone was calm, everyone could hear the reluctance in Fang Gu's words.

"There's no need for that. Alas, it seems there's no way to escape my fate." Han Ji only took one look at the dark red skull and began to sigh silently.

“By the way, Brother Fan, isn’t the Holy Earth Spring in your hands?” Zhang Xiaohou suddenly had an idea and said to Mo Fan.

When Zhang Xiaohou asked this, Han Ji's eyes immediately lit up and he hurriedly asked, "Is it the Holy Spring of Bo City?" "Yes, the Holy Spring of Bo City!" At this moment, a man with a gray and white face covered came out.

Mo Fan and others were puzzled and didn't know who this person was.

"He is the person who was secretly watching Zhang Xiaohou before." Gojo Satoru said.

I had just regained consciousness and didn't react, but now I remember the breath at that time.

"Why are you staring at us?" Mo Fan asked.

"We'll talk about this later. Besides, I won't tell you the truth even if you ask me. Mo Fan, do you have the Holy Spring?" The gray-white masked man continued the topic.

“Yes, it is, but the situation is the same as Fang Gu’s.” Mo Fan answered truthfully.

……

The result was the same, the sacred spring that was purer than the water from Kunjing Well was gone.

"It seems that our hope is dashed..." Han Ji said dejectedly.

"There is still hope, as long as we can find the ancient king's tomb!" The mysterious gray-white man had no intention of giving up.

"It has been two thousand years since the Qin Dynasty. Who has really found his imperial tomb? However, I think we will know soon. He will wake up, and this city will become his place to rule everything again. The country of the undead!" Han Ji said.

"Do we really have to leave everything to fate?" Han Ji raised his head and stared outside the golden barrier.

"Great Deacon Hu Jin, by the way, Mu Bai, didn't you just say that there was a suspect?" A female voice sounded in the crowd.

"How do you know this important person under Saran's command?" the gray-haired mysterious man asked with joy in his eyes.

Zhang Xiaohou immediately explained what he had seen and heard in Xianchi, and the gray-haired mysterious man suddenly realized.

"It's not that I'm suspicious. I just want to tell you something that my mother accidentally revealed a while ago." Mu Bai said with a serious face.

“Just tell us now. Millions of people are taking refuge here. Any clues could be the key to stopping this.” Mo Fan said.

Mu Bai nodded, and then said in a calm voice: "Yuang, do you still remember?"

"Well, what's wrong with this lackey of the Black Church?" Zhou Min asked.

"My mother only found out about Yu Ang being a member of the Black Church a while ago. She sighed and said, 'If my uncle hadn't given him food and recommended him to Mu Zhuoyun, he wouldn't have been able to live a good and comfortable life.'" Mu Bai said.

“Yu Ang was indeed picked up by the Mu family and adopted by Mu Zhuoyun. He works hard for the Black Church. He is really hateful!” Zhao Kunsan gritted his teeth and said.

"Yu Ang had already joined the Black Church before he entered the Mu family. Mu Bai, do you mean that Yu Ang was actually brought into the Mu family by your uncle?" Mo Fan quickly grasped the key and reconfirmed it.

"I... I don't know either, but there is one thing I hope you can understand, that is, the person in charge of resettlement of disaster victims in Bo City is actually my uncle. He is responsible for transferring the refugees to the ancient capital." Mu Bai said again.

"Isn't your uncle Mu He?" Zhao Kunsan blurted out.

As soon as he uttered the name Mu He, Zhang Xiaohou's whole body began to tremble violently, and then he felt a pain in his head that almost made him split!
Han Ji's eyes flashed, and when he saw Zhang Xiaohou suddenly in extreme pain, a look of astonishment suddenly appeared on his face.

Then he quickly stepped forward, grabbed Zhang Xiaohou's wrist, and quickly tore off his sleeve!

Suddenly, a black centipede-like mark lay on Zhang Xiaohou's arm, as if embedded in the flesh, looking extremely ferocious.

(End of this chapter)