The defeated saint is also on the way to tame the evil god today

　Aurora smiled gently:

　"Don't forget, the purpose of our coming here is to get clues about the Haishangyun, and it was Danzhou Prefecture that signed the agreement with us."

　"As long as Renyantang still exists, this promise will be fulfilled no matter what happens. Otherwise, this will be a conflict between Yanxia and Xuecheng."

　"Based on this, the more chaotic it is, the more opportunities we can get."

　You know what, that makes a lot of sense.

　"Now, let's go back and eat!" Aurora raised her hand and suggested, "Once the Ancient Dragon Hunter's whereabouts are discovered, we'll set off immediately!"

Chapter 395: Can Also Overturn the Boat (Part.2) -4k- (Two Updates in One)

　Two murders occurred within a week, causing panic among the people in Danzhou.

　Lin Kemu and Wan Zhe are both big names that frequently appear in newspapers. The former's portrait is printed on most tobacco boxes issued in Danzhou, while the latter is a frequent visitor to the Kendo Club and has a considerable number of admirers.

　When a warlord like Lin Yu was killed, people were more relieved than afraid. After all, the identity of a landlord + warlord is not easy to arouse the sympathy of the people, so the sensation it caused was relatively small.

　The names of Kelinkemu and Wanzhe are very close to people's lives.

　So, the moment the news of Wanzhe's death was announced to the public, the emotions of the people were ignited.

　Many people who could afford it planned to temporarily leave Danzhou and seek refuge farther away. Some also took to the streets to denounce the Danzhou government's inaction.

　The end of July in Kenya begins the rainy season.

　""

　In the dark cave, Lin Yan woke up to the sound of rain.

　He raised his arm blankly and saw a complete cover of black tattoos.

　"Are you awake? The operation was successful."

　Lin Yan turned around and saw Heimu sitting on a stone bench beside him, with most of his face covered by a hood.

　"How long has it been?" he said dully.

　"It's just one day. It depends on your spirit," Heimu smiled. "During the day you were asleep...something big happened outside."

　"How big of a deal could it be?"

　"Wanzhe is dead."

　As soon as these four words came out, Lin Yan's eyes froze instantly.

　He touched his face gently and murmured:

　"...He also taught me kendo before."

　“You haven’t learned much

　"Is it okay?" Heimu smiled.

　"But he's really amazing. Even if I don't learn from him, I know all the things he did!"

　Lin Yan seemed to be arguing for something, but his tone gradually softened.

　"It was the Ancient Dragon Hunter who killed him, right? Just like he killed my father...?"

　"Are you afraid of death?" Heimu asked with a smile.

　"I'm afraid of yarn!" His voice was a little high. "But...will I die? Mr. Blackwood, my tattoo is the power of your Black Dragon Society. He can't find me, right?"

　Looking at Lin Yan's stubborn yet fearful look, Heimu's mouth curled up slightly.

　"Silly child," he reached out and touched Lin Yan's head, "that's Gu Longshou. He could cut a swordsman like Wanzhe, who you consider to be an incomparably great warrior, in two with a single blow. What can a few tattoos do to that?"

　"Then...what should I do?" Lin Yan panicked. "I don't want to die like my dad...I-I want to do a bigger business than him. Damn it...I finally got the tattoo."

　Heimu didn't say anything else. He let Lin Yan vent his emotions for a while, then he spoke softly:

　"Actually, I have a solution."

　"What method?" Lin Yan seemed to have grabbed a life-saving straw.

　"This requires you to cooperate with me..."

　Heimuto smiled and leaned over to whisper in Lin Yan's ear:

　"Listen carefully..."

　The drizzle hits the window, and outside the window there is a bustling scene of lights.

　Zuo Shangtang pulled himself out of the desk, then raised his head and lay back on the chair.

　After dealing with it for a day and a night, he felt like he was almost falling apart.

　The complaints one after another, along with the endless stream of letters like the drizzle outside the window, made his mind increasingly confused.

　He looked out the window and saw a pale blue crescent moon hanging in the sky, dyeing the rainy night a light blue.

　In a trance, Zuo Shangtang recalled the time when he started working in Danzhou Prefecture.

　He took up the official position for the welfare of the people, but now, is this what he wanted?

　At what point does it start to deviate?

　Maybe...it started when he met that boy selling tobacco.

　""

　The night is blue, with intermittent sounds of rain.

　In a daze, accompanied by the sound of flapping wings, a letter fell on the desk in Zuo Shangtang.

　He suddenly opened his eyes, but couldn't find the source of the flapping sound.

　Looking down, I saw a familiar emblem printed on the letter—

　— Doreen DuBois, Lord of Whistling Fort.

　He stared at the emblem for a long time, hesitated, and then put the letter into the drawer.

　"Try one more time..." he whispered, "The Dragon Boat Festival is coming..."

　Perhaps, everything will turn around on that day.

　"Dragon Boat Festival? They still want to hold a festival?"

　On the second floor of a restaurant with an oriental atmosphere, Aurora picked up a piece of neatly cut braised pork and complained.

　Xing Mo, who was sitting opposite her, took two pieces of Kung Pao Chicken from the plate, chewed them contentedly for a long time, and then explained:

　"This is someone else's culture, and it's quite significant, involving many things."

　"What's the meaning? To commemorate their conquest of dragons, so they can ride dragon boats on the water?" Aurora's aggression was quite powerful.

　"...That's not a problem at all."

　Xing Mo turned her head to look out the window. Gusts of cold wind blew, mixed with tiny raindrops, drawing tracks on the window.

　It is raining outside the window, as if the rain is endless. People on the street are either strolling with oil-paper umbrellas or running with straw hats on. Most of them are in a hurry.

　"For the Yanxia people, the ancient times were the time when they were a lower-ranking dragon race."

　Xing Mo turned around, looked at the steaming hot dishes on the table, and said:

　"Dragons at that time were gods worshipped by humans. They could summon wind and rain during droughts and build dams with their own bodies during floods. Humanity had a certain kind of worship for dragons."

　"The dragon boat was born in this cultural context of dragon worship. People rowing dragon boats is actually a way of expressing their worship to the dragon."

　"Then why are we still rowing now?" Aurora put a piece of braised pork into her mouth, her cheeks flushed. "Delicious!"

　"Eat slowly," Xingmo reached out and scraped a little oil off the corner of Aurora's mouth. "Nowadays, this historical custom has been deconstructed by the people. Part of it is just like what you said, people think they are controlling dragons, and part of it is... the dragon totem is the national identity of the Yanxia people after all."

　"I see." Aurora nodded. "Lala understands."

　Xing Mo almost vomited blood. She pinched Aurora's cheek and said angrily and amusedly:

　"Where did you learn that weird name?"

　Then, before Aurora could speak, Xingmo immediately responded:

　"Yuri novel!"

　""

　Aurora looked at Xingmo with an almost sad look, which was the lament of the heroine whose role was stolen over her own fate!

　"Ahem..." Xing Mo cleared her throat. "Anyway... from what I understand, the Dragon Boat Festival is also a way to foster friendship among the Yanxia people. This year's dragon boat race will be held in Danzhou, and many people from the Yantang will be there. The Danzhou governor will certainly have to do his job well."

　"With so many heavyweights dead, this race is really

　Can it be done?" Aurora expressed her doubt.

　"That's not something we need to worry about," Xingmo said, stirring the clay pot rice. "All we need to do is wait for news about Gu Longshu's whereabouts to come out, and then take him down."

　"Do you need us to take action?" Aurora said casually.

　"Try to be as low-key as possible," Xing Mo shook his head, "After all... the most dangerous thing is not the Ancient Dragon Hunter."

　But the Dragon Lord.

　The dark god hidden beneath Yan Xia and even the world's history has not yet made any progress.

　Xingmo was worried that if Aurora used the power of angels or even gods too early, it would attract the attention of the Dragon Lord.

　After all, the power of the unknown cannot be underestimated. Even someone like Cain knows nothing about it.

　"Then we'll just use the power of a demigod," Aurora nodded. "But if anything unexpected happens, we won't worry about it, okay?"

　"What kind of accident can happen? We are so powerful." Xing Mo chuckled.

　At this moment, the mark on the back of her hand began to burn, accompanied by a faint whisper in her ears.

　Xing Mo listened carefully for a while, raised her head, and met Aurora's eyes.

　"We have to eat quickly." Xingmo muttered.

　The traces of the ancient dragon hunter were found.

　Half an hour later, Xingmo and Aurora arrived at an old residential area on the edge of the city.

　After crossing the blockade, Xing Mo saw the apartment building still showing signs of burning - although the fire was under control, three entire floors were burned and the walls were smoked black.

　"Miss Saint, you are finally here."

　Xing Mo turned around and saw Commander Chen walking towards her from not far away, waving at her.

　"What's the situation now?" Xing Mo asked.

　"Using the photos you provided, we interviewed numerous witnesses and ultimately located the area where the Ancient Dragon Hunter's form often appeared," Officer Chen said, spreading his hands. "He frequently frequented this residential complex and appeared to have lived here for an extended period of time."

　"But when we arrived, the floor where he was staying was already on fire."

　"What kind of fire?" Xingmo asked.

　"It was a normal fire, not the blue kind," Commander Chen shook his head. "So far... the death toll is five, and over twenty injured. Fortunately, we arrived in time and the fire was stopped."

　There is no doubt that this is the act of the ancient dragon hunter destroying his own traces.

　Another step slower... Xing Mo shook his head and said:

　"Have the other two ladies gone up yet?"

　"Ah, yes, they've already gone to investigate the scene," Commander Chen nodded. "I'll have the patrol take you upstairs. I have some things to attend to here."

　"Thank you for your hard work." Xing Mo nodded.

　She turned her head and looked at the makeshift tent beside her, listening to bursts of miserable crying coming from inside.

　Whose parents and whose children died because of that ancient dragon?

　Xing Mo shook her head and followed the patrol guard upstairs to the burning floor.

　She saw Alice and Vivian in the room where the ancient dragon hunter lived - the former was recording something with the Dagger of Truth, while the latter was crawling slowly on the ground, sniffing something.

　Detective Alice and her police dog...a not very polite description popped up in Xingmo's mind.

　She walked forward and patted Alice on the shoulder:

　"How about it?"

　"It burned thoroughly. Although it looked like ordinary flames from outside observation, this room was also burned by ice flames. No marks were left in the spirit world or the netherworld." Alice shook her head. "He was very cautious, almost too cautious."

　"He's not crazy at all," Xingmo shook her head, "He's very smart."