Full-Time Magister: I can control you to death

Xu Fang said in a deep voice, "I am from Bo City. I once led a team to establish a safe zone and killed the scum of the Black Court. At that time, they mixed the 'Foggy Spring' into the rainwater, which triggered the riot of the Demon Wolf Clan and caused a bloodbath."

If we consider the 'Dew of the Nine Netherworlds' as the 'Foggy Spring' of the ancient capital, then Black Court uses the same methods...

call!

Shi Zheng suddenly stood up and pushed open the window.

A damp, cold wind blew in, and the sky was so gloomy it felt like it was about to press down.

"It's going to rain soon!" Shi Zheng gritted his teeth.

"Report!" Just then, the pharmacist rushed in: "The water from Kun Well can indeed neutralize the Dew of the Nine Netherworlds, and the two have extremely similar compositions. I suspect they originated from the same source..."

Snapped!

Han Ji slammed his hand on the table and shouted, "Men, gather all the array masters, especially the water-based array masters!"

"Martial law declared throughout the ancient capital!"

"Such widespread rainfall is beyond the capabilities of even a high-level mage. We must report this to the Forbidden Spells Council and request that a forbidden spellcaster be sent to oversee the ancient capital!"

Chapter 235 Queen of Nine Netherworlds, Salang

Ancient capital, tomb, stone table, female ghost.

A woman in a white court dress leaned against a stone table, holding a palace fan lightly, her delicate hand waving it with a unique charm.

Tap, tap, tap...

The sound of heels tapping on the ancient stone path marked the entrance of a woman dressed in a hunter's robe.

"Queen of Nine Netherworlds."

Queen Jiuyou gently lifted her veil, looked at the ordinary-looking woman in front of her, and said with a charming smile, "Today's makeup won't make you the king's woman... Salang."

“It’s just a shell.” Salang sat on the other side of the stone table.

“Indeed, why don’t you die and meet your lover in the underworld… Oh, I almost forgot, he died overseas. Perhaps you should go and find Hell, if there is a Satan.” Jiuyouhou gently rested her chin on her hand, looking charming and beautiful.

Swish!

A cold wind suddenly rose, and Salang's sharp claws pierced through Jiuyou's chest.

However, when the claws left, there was not a drop of blood.

"Too irritable, no man would like that," Jiuyou said with a coquettish laugh, her expression unchanged.

“Anyone who insults Wen Tai must die,” Salang said calmly. “Since that coward Ying Can is hiding and refusing to come out, I will slaughter his city and kill everyone.”

"Wow, what a touching love story."

Jiuyou clapped her hands gently: "So, my dear little love-struck sister, what brings you to me today?"

"When will Sha Yuan arrive at the ancient capital?" Salang asked.

"What, are you afraid I'll go back on my word?" Jiuyouhou covered her mouth and chuckled, "Little sister, although I'm a ghost, I'm much more trustworthy than you living people."

"It seems the ancient capital has sensed our presence; the plan must be moved forward," Salang said coldly.

The commotion among the high-ranking officials of the ancient capital naturally did not escape her notice, as she had transformed into "Lingxi," an elder of the Hunter Alliance. Although she did not understand the inside story, the series of major moves made her wary.

"Oh?"

For the first time, Jiuyou's face turned cold.

"Little sister Salang, I don't care how useless your people are. I just want to tell you that if you break our deal, you'll face the endless pursuit of the Undead Empire!"

"Of course I know."

Salang's expression turned crazed: "Sacrifice a million lives to resurrect the supreme king. Tonight, I will send all my men out, and this city will not see the sun rise tomorrow!"

The ancient capital is doomed!

No one can stop her!

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Xu Fang was unaware that because of him, Salang would choose to act ahead of schedule.

This is the real world, full of countless variables. He flaps his wings at one point in time, and no one knows whether it will unleash a tornado in the future.

For example, Mo Fan and his group originally needed two and a half days to reach the ancient capital, but with the help of the military mages contacted by Xu Fang, they only spent a day.

For example, their group should have encountered an attack from the undead, but they dared not make a move because of the military mages.

But halfway there, the Black Court members who wanted to seize the Kun Well water returned. When they were unable to hold out, the menacing Chief Instructor, Flying Horn, arrived...

"I'm so exhausted."

Mo Fan lay on the hotel sofa in a very unladylike manner. Xu Fang tossed him a bottle of iced cola, which he drank in one gulp without caring about the cold temperature.

"Hiccup~~~~~so cool!!!"

"Yellow Hair, listen to me. I thought that monkey was dead, but guess what? He's living the high life, following that little henchman around all day. I should have taken a picture and sent it to He Yu..."

Mo Fan rambled on and on.

Today's experience was thrilling enough that even a high-level mage like him was still shaken.

When she got tired of talking, she remembered to ask about Xu Fang's situation, but was brushed off with a few casual words.

"Now that everything's alright, do you want to go see your fellow villagers?" Mo Fan asked.

He asked the short man and learned that there was a Bocheng Street in the ancient capital, where people from Bocheng were settled.

“Alright.” Xu Fang nodded. He had done everything he could for the ancient capital, and the higher-ups had other means and channels.

For example, the "Prophet of the Capital" of the Inquisition, also known as the mysterious gray-robed man, made a deal with Azharia, spending a large sum of money to lock down Salang's existence and orchestrating the infamous "Guillotine Plan".

This plan was completely unexpected by the Black Vatican during the entire catastrophe in the ancient capital, and even Salam himself did not expect to become a sitting duck.

Zhan Kong, whom we haven't seen for a long time, has also secretly infiltrated the Black Court and unearthed a wealth of information for the higher-ups.

At this point in time, whether or not to intervene is irrelevant.

"How come you have fellow villagers everywhere you go?" Liu Ru asked.

"What are you saying? Which city doesn't have people from Bocheng these days?" Xu Fang chuckled.

"That's true. When you perished, many cities opened special zones to resettle your people..."

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Bo City Street is not long; it's just a crossroads between two main roads, and it mainly sells magical items.

Unlike other cities, because of the existence of the undead, even ordinary people in the ancient capital can make money by tinkering with some odds and ends of magical items.

"Judging from the accent, I thought I had come home," Mo Fan remarked.

Xu Fang looked around. The people of Bocheng on this street were doing well, all smiling, showing no signs of the gloom of the disaster.

"Holy crap! You brought in this junk? If the military even accepts this, I'll change my surname to yours..."

From the shop next door, a slightly hoarse, broken voice echoed. The two looked in the direction of the sound and saw a scruffy man with a lion's head that looked like a demon cursing at the shop assistant.

"Zhao the Legger!" Mo Fan called out with a laugh.

Zhao Kun was already furious when he heard someone call him by his nickname, and he immediately flew into a rage: "Who the hell is this... Holy crap, Xu Fang? Mo Fan?"

He stared with his small eyes wide open, as if he had seen a ghost.

Soon, Mu Bai, having received the news, arrived. The pride and arrogance he once possessed were gone, replaced by a calm and composed demeanor.

"Hey, long time no see, green tea guy?" Mo Fan greeted him, and Mu Bai's face immediately darkened.

"He's definitely cursing someone in his heart," Xu Fang laughed, not wanting to miss out on making things worse.

Mu Bai clenched his fists repeatedly, silently reminding himself that he was a respectable person and wouldn't stoop to the level of these two lunatics.

As for Liu Ru, Mu Bai didn't even glance at her.

How can a mere woman compare to cultivation, medicine, and poisonous insects?

Xu Fang leaned back comfortably in his seat: "We're all home now, Mr. Mu, aren't you going to treat us to a meal tonight?"

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, the undead will launch their final attack the night after tomorrow, so we still have time to have a good meal today.

"I'll book the place and invite Zhou Min and Wang Sanpang too." Mu Bai took out his phone and made a few quick calls. Upon hearing about the class reunion, the two readily agreed to come.

Half an hour later, at an authentic ancient capital restaurant.

Xu Fang, Mo Fan, Mu Bai, and a large group of others sat together, seemingly at their first class reunion since the Bo City massacre.

"Hey, Xu Fang, why are you changing girls? What happened to your previous girlfriend?" Zhao Kun asked mischievously.

He was referring to Jiang Shaoxu, who had returned to Bocheng with Xu Fang before the bloodshed and met these high school classmates.

Xu kept eating his chopsticks, while Liu Ru obediently said, "I'm just his sister."

Everyone rolled their eyes.

younger sister?

Do you think we believe it or not?

Who among those present didn't know that Xu Fang's household registration booklet only had one page?

This girl was probably completely fooled by that scumbag Xu Fang, it's heartbreaking!

Chapter 236 The Fountain of Fury? The Fountain of Fury!

"What a scumbag! Men are all the same." Zhou Min muttered.

She had no romantic feelings for Xu Fang. Back in Bocheng, she had already realized that Xu Fang was a very complicated person, and she couldn't control him.

The men present, having been subjected to such general criticism, could only manage a dry laugh.

You have to admire her; Zhou Min is a true powerhouse, someone who dared to compete for a nomination without any background whatsoever.

Although he's far inferior to Xu Fang and Mo Fan...

"By the way, Xu Zhaoting wanted to come too, but there were no more flights to the ancient capital." Wang Sanpang chuckled wickedly, took out a photo of Xu Zhaoting from his phone and placed it on the table: "It's a get-together, let him have some too."

"Hahaha, that's really mean!"