Ark Undead

The immortal looked around, not understanding what this meant, and then looked at Liang Xun in front of him.

The two exchanged a glance, and Liang Xun seemed to remember something. He then handed the so-called secret order directly to the Undead.

"I apologize, Your Excellency, I forgot... Your status is equal to that of the Emperor, and this decree also requires your consent."

The immortal took the cloth woven from golden silk threads, unfolded it, and saw that it was handwritten in black ink.

"..."

The Undead paused for a moment, then turned his head and tapped Chen's head, who was kneeling on the ground.

Chen looked up at the immortal man, puzzled.

"Help me translate this."

For a moment, everyone on the field held their breath.

No one expected that this great general would be unable to understand the emperor's handwriting.

Chen stood up in a state of absurdity, moved closer to the Undead, and looked at the cloth in his hand.

Yan Di was stunned for a moment. He seemed to want to say something, but was pulled back by Liang Xun next to him.

Liang Xun shook his head at Yan Di, not thinking that Chen was overstepping his bounds.

After watching for a while, Chen whispered in the Undead's ear.

"His Majesty's intention is to send a group of Imperial Guards to Shangshu to assist you in quelling the outbreak of demonic seeds in Shangshu. These Imperial Guards will also join your command as part of the Southern Expeditionary Army. At the same time, within a week, the Yumen Mobile City will complete the selection of the Southern Expeditionary Army, and the first batch of soldiers will personally come to the Shangshu Military Region. From the day you receive the decree, the Great Yan Southern Expeditionary Army will be established immediately, and you will be the Chief Instructor and Supreme Commander of the Southern Expeditionary Army."

The immortal almost didn't react in time.

Two days ago, when Nian Heling was analyzing the Undying Man, he was still saying that this emperor had his own plans.

But I never expected him to act so quickly.

Not only have the Embroidered Uniform Guards begun carrying out missions within the territory of Shangshu, but even the Jade Gate has reacted after a long period of silence.

Without much thought, the Undead closed the cloth in his hand and handed it to Liang Xun.

"I agreed."

Liang Xun didn't reach out to take it; he simply knelt on the ground, bowed his head, and whispered.

"My Lord, this is yours, please accept it."

The Undead tossed the cloth in his hand to Onstan beside him.

Ongstein took it, unfolded the cloth, looked at it for a while, and marveled at it.

It must be said that the old emperor's handwriting was truly beautiful.

Although Onstan couldn't understand what was written, it didn't stop him from appreciating it.

"The Imperial Guards will gather here tonight. The remaining soldiers are already on their way to Shangshu territory. Please wait a moment, General. They will then carry the Tiger Tally and officially assume their posts."

The Undead waved his hand to indicate that he understood, then beckoned to Liang Xun to come closer to talk.

Liang Xun then stood up from the ground and went to the side of the immortal.

"You know about the fragments of divine beasts and the Sishui Terrace?"

"Your Excellency, I understand."

"Si Sui Tai, what recent activities have you undertaken?"

The Undying Man seized the opportunity to ask Liang Xun about Si Suitai and Nian.

It's not that the immortals can't figure things out on their own, but given the Emperor's actions, he needs to resolve the issues with Nian and W as soon as possible. Otherwise, he might have to leave Shangshu at any time.

"Reporting to Your Excellency, there are none at the moment."

Liang Xun remained unchanged, offering no additional information and acting as a riddle-maker, leaving the immortals to guess the answer themselves.

The immortal frowned and continued to ask.

"How's the situation with the demonic seed?"

"After you eliminated the demonic seed at Chaotianmen Port last time, no trace of the demonic seed has been found. The people that the Embroidered Uniform Guard has dealt with recently were all people who were previously bewitched by the demonic seed."

Liang Xun meant that there was no need for anyone to worry about it; the Embroidered Uniform Guard had already taken care of most of the aftermath.

But the Undead got a different story from W.

He stared at Liang Xun for a long time.

"Are you really alright?"

"fine."

Liang Xun's attitude was also very clear; he genuinely felt that it wasn't a big deal.

"Ah."

The immortal nodded and simply turned around and went back into the room.

Weng Stan smiled at Liang Xun and then pulled Chen back to their room.

Only after the door to the Undead's room was closed did Liang Xun straighten his back and sigh.

Yan Di was somewhat confused, but Liang Xun didn't say anything. He just followed Liang Xun and took the elevator downstairs.

The two were in the elevator, one in front and one behind.

At this moment, Liang Xun suddenly spoke.

"Get the car ready for me, I'm going to see the Old Master."

"Now?"

Yan Di glanced at the time; it was already close to midnight, but he still immediately agreed.

"Yes, sir, I will prepare it immediately."

Liang Xun hummed in agreement and continued speaking.

"The Divine General has already noticed something. The things that Si Sui Tai has been doing behind the scenes can't be hidden from us no matter what. But we still need to see what the Celestial Master has to say."

Yan Di responded from behind Liang Xun, and then heard Liang Xun speak again.

"Also, do not treat that Miss Chen like an ordinary citizen."

Liang Xun turned around and glanced at Yan Di.

"Didn't you see the two horns on her head?"

Yan Di's face turned ashen, and his lips trembled slightly before he realized what he had almost done.

"Yes... I know I was wrong."

...

At the same time, in Brother Sun's underground dance hall.

Today was business hours, and as usual, Brother Sun sat in his office, staring out the window without saying a word.

The situation has been getting increasingly tense these past few days, and he's already starting to consider whether he should flee as soon as possible.

While he was still pondering this, there was a knock on his office door.

"Come in."

Brother Sun shook his cheeks a couple of times to bring his thoughts back.

A gentleman wearing an old-fashioned Victorian coat walked in from outside the gate.

He first placed the package he was carrying on the table. Then he took off his hat, revealing his blood-red pupils and the twisted horns on his head, which were the symbol of his Sarkaz identity.

"Mr. Sun, how have you been?"

The newcomer had a warm smile on his face, but Brother Sun's expression grew increasingly serious.

Sun remained silent, leaning back in his chair as the Sarkaz sat in front of him.

"Although there were some mishaps in the last collaboration, the result was still quite good. At least Mr. Zuiyu was satisfied."

"I understand that Hongchenke once sought cooperation with me. But this time, sir, you're not here to discuss money again, are you?"

Sun took out a cigarette from the cigarette pack next to him, lit it himself, and did not offer one to the Sarkaz in front of him.

The meaning is quite clear: I don't welcome you, please leave as soon as possible.

But Sarkaz wasn't angry. Instead, he took out a pack of cigarettes from his own pocket and lit one comfortably in front of Brother Sun.

"of course not."

He exhaled a puff of smoke, his smile unchanged.

"It's a matter of life and death."

Sun's cigarette butt was flattened between his two fingers, and he looked at Sarkaz with an uncertain expression.

To be honest, this kind of political struggle in the capital was the last thing he wanted to get involved in.

Once you're drawn into a camp, there's no escaping it.

But since someone had already come knocking on his door, he had no choice but to accept it.

After a moment of silence, Brother Sun lowered his head.

"Okay, this is the last time."

...

A dozen minutes later, Sarkaz left through the side door, empty-handed.

On the rooftop next to the side gate, a dark figure stared at the Sarkaz on the street, his eyes also a deep red.

"So, what you do all day is spy on your friends?"

Beside him, a woman's voice asked curiously.

"Being your friend is quite risky."

"I didn't want this to happen either, but if it does, I have no choice but to accept it."

The man spoke in a low voice.

"Besides, it wasn't a coincidence that I saved him back then. If he hadn't already been involved, I wouldn't have been able to investigate him. Otherwise, how could a club owner like him have been running a shady business in Shangshu for so long without getting into trouble?"