Zhu Meng was stunned, glanced at the corpse, and then at the mysterious man who had reappeared.

"You're still alive??" Ling Xi was stunned for a moment, and immediately understood something.

"If I'm not mistaken, the person hiding between us is Salang, if I don't have absolute certainty, I will never let my men die in vain, please give the order of the president." The gray-white mysterious man saluted Han Lone.

Han Lin nodded, he knew about these arrangements from the beginning.

"The ancient capital has reached the point of life and death, as the president of the Bell Tower Magic Association, I am also forced to be helpless, there is no time to waste, please forgive me!" Han Lin waved his hand, and suddenly a team of purple-robed Praetorian Guard mages rushed out of the alley, surrounding everyone present.

Although everyone was stunned, they didn't know what to say.

"If this disaster can be solved, Han will definitely give you an explanation!" Han Lin waved his hand again, and in an instant, purple soul chains flew out, binding everyone.

Ling Xi, the elder of the Hunter Alliance, took a deep breath. "President, I hope you won't cause a catastrophe by doing this, and without us, no one can fight against the Dead King of the Eight Directions."

"Now, if you don't take this risk, the ancient capital will definitely be doomed, I will send someone to find Fang Gu as soon as possible, so that the army of the undead can fall into a deep sleep temporarily!"

……

Time passed faintly, and the forces of all parties almost rummaged through the entire inner city, just looking for the key person Fang Gu, but unfortunately, what they didn't know was that Fang Gu had already ascended to heaven.

Of course, the Black Holy See has another purpose, and that is to save Salang.

At the same time, Zhang Xiaohou, who was attacked by the Black Holy See on the way to transfer and was rescued by the masters, did not have the surveillance of the Black Holy See, and took the initiative to confess to his chief instructor Feijiao that he had seen the Black Holy See Hujin Archdeacon that day, and determined that the Hujin Archdeacon must be someone he once knew.

After getting all kinds of news, the memory began to recover, and the forgotten worm lurking in Zhang Xiaohou's soul also began to recover, but fortunately, Han Xiao rescued him in time, of course, even if Han Xiao didn't make a move, Qin Shaoqing also left a back hand, which could ensure that Zhang Xiaohou was okay.

In the end, Zhang Xiaohou revealed the true identity of the Hujin Archdeacon before passing out - Bocheng Mujia Muhe.

Next, Han Lin confirmed that Salang was among the high-level people, so he planned the guillotine plan - to execute all the high-level officials, and rather kill them than let them go.

Before that, Han Lin was still ready to give it a last go, capture Archdeacon Hujin and learn about Salang's hidden identity from his mouth, so that he could not only get rid of Salang, but also save the lives of the other dozen high-ranking people.

It's just that there is one thing that stumps them, that is, they don't know how to lure out Mu He, and it is impossible to directly release the guillotine plan, so terrifying that the people in the city will explode before the people of the Black Sect come to the rescue, not to mention that Salang's life is completely uncertain whether it is important to the rest of the Black Sect.

Now that Salang's actions are blocked, Archdeacon Hujin, who is his left arm and right arm, will inevitably take control of the overall situation in his place, and the inner city is full of the eyes of the Black Holy See.

……

The Black Holy See was anxious to save Salang's life, the Magic Association and others were anxious to find Fang Gu, and of course, Han Lone's people were secretly looking for the traces of Archdeacon Hujin.

It was getting dark, but there was still no progress on all sides.

Under the giant bell of the Bell Tower Magic Association, Han Lone, the Gray and White Mysterious Man, the Commander of the Praetorian Guard, the Chief Judge Shi Zheng, the Military Secretary Yaoting, the Hunter Alliance Elder Chu Jia and others all gathered here.

Purple-robed Praetorian Guard mages stood in a row, their robes fluttering in the wind.

The chief of the Praetorian Guard, Lu Huan, was not here, he needed to deal with the Skeleton Brake Underworld who was attacking the barrier.

Not only the corpse of the Immortal Lord, but the corpse of the mountain peak has also approached the inner city enchantment, once the corpse of the mountain peak is close, the decapitation plan will be officially implemented, and more than ten innocent high-level personnel, including Salang, will also be buried for Salang.

In the silent silence, a Praetorian Guard mage hurriedly flew down from above.

"Elder, a blue-clothed priest who claims to be the Archdeacon of the Black Holy See Hujin has appeared under the city tower, and he has spoken out to negotiate!"

Hearing the Praetorian Guard's report, everyone fell into an even more dead silence.

The Black Curia is going to negotiate with the Magical Society??

The Black Holy See has long since gained the upper hand, and now that the entire inner city is surrounded by an endless sea of the undead, what else is there to negotiate with them?

In this way, the guillotine project has been leaked by the eyes of the Black Holy See, and Salang is indeed among this group of people.

"Alas, bring him up!" After being silent for a long time, Han Lin sighed.

"What a boldness, you dare to wear a deacon's blue trench coat directly!" Shi Zheng's gaze fell on the man in the blue rain-sheltering trench coat who slowly ascended the bell tower.

Although he was alone, everyone in the production knew that he held the lives of millions of people in the ancient capital in his hands.

Mu He took the initiative to appear, and even directly showed his true face, since he came here, he was doomed to death, and it was the honor of his life to die for Lord Salang and for the ancient capital catastrophe.

He didn't have the slightest fear of death, on the contrary, he was enjoying the ultimate feeling of holding the entire city hostage in his hands and becoming a god of death.

"You want to save Saron!" Han Xiao said in an indifferent tone.

"That's right, cancel the guillotine plan, and immediately release those innocent military ministers, elders, and councilors, and I will give this ancient city a glimmer of hope for survival...... Otherwise, Lord Salang will die, and millions of people throughout the city will be buried with her! ”

Millions of people are buried with Salang, how mad!

Mu He continued unhurriedly: "As a price, I will tell you the location of the tomb of King Yingzheng of Qin. ”

"How can I be sure that what you say is true!" Han Xiao said coldly.

"Hahaha!"

Mu He laughed maniacally, "Do you have any other choice now? ”

Hearing Mu He's taunt, Han Lian's whole body trembled, and he closed his eyes tightly.

"Let go!" When he opened his eyes again, Han Lin gave an order with an expressionless face.

Soon after, a group of Praetorian Mages walked out of house arrest with the high-ranking figures who had been bound and lifted their restraints.

"Very good, for the sake of your trustworthiness, you can call Zhang Xiaohou and let him eat the antidote to this forgotten worm, and judge against what I said."

When Zhang Xiaohou was brought up to take the antidote, Han Xiao's tone was extremely cold, "You can say it." ”