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Chapter 473: Seal Sound Traces Appear

The witches are interrogating everywhere about the whereabouts of 'Mo Yunzi'!

Changes on the battlefield started small and spread quickly to all directions.

Although the wizard was vicious, the warriors were not to be trifled with either. The incident was not one-sided. There were several ruthless warriors in Chongguang City who not only killed the wizard but also tortured the wizard to get the truth.

The truth caused a sensational effect.

It turns out that the mysterious pocket circulating among warriors actually came from "Mo Yunzi", and the wizard wanted to murder him for this treasure.

The matter immediately escalated to the level of a life-and-death struggle between the enemy and us.

Although many people do not know who Mo Yunzi is or what he has done, if the witch wants to harm him, we have to do the opposite.

In fact, as Sogo City is a place where people travel and distribute goods, it has the largest number of Hungry Skins.

Many warriors from Chongguang City were forced into a corner and took out their life-saving cards hidden in their hungry skins, either to escape or to fight back.

As a result, the mysterious pocket became famous and many warriors wanted to get one.

"Ordinary people don't even think about it."

An old warrior with gray eyes was holding an iron staff with a special shape, which was the "Thunder Staff" among weapons.

The other end of the iron rod was held by a young martial artist, who led the way in front and pointed the way for him.

They walked on the vast land, and their speed was not very fast.

The young martial artist asked in surprise, "Why?"

"All the mysterious bags on the market came from the hands of the Golden Immortal Dao, and all the holders are related to it."

"As an outsider, it's a luxury to even take a look at it, let alone buy it."

"The people of the Golden Immortal Dao are different from us. You can't give him what he wants, and neither can I." The blind warrior sighed, "I'm sorry to have caused you trouble. I have to let you, a young lady from an aristocratic family, take care of me."

The young martial artist was actually a rare female martial artist. She was extremely tall and stood out even among men.

If Zhou You were to describe her figure, it would be that she is 1.8 meters tall with legs that are 1.2 meters long.

What's even more difficult is that his astonishing height does not distract from his curvy figure, which is well-proportioned and full of muscles.

If I were to describe it using an animal, it would be a shiny black female leopard under the starry night.

The female martial artist is named Liu Jinguo. She comes from a noble family and is also a genius among the younger generation in the city.

She shook her head. "We are working together, so there is no question of who is taking care of whom. Without your methods, I would not be able to take a single step in the Witch Banner."

As they were talking, they stopped walking abruptly. There were no ditches or stones in front of them, and the flat ground was visible at a glance.

But the blind warrior stopped. He coughed and said, "There is a witch flag ahead."

Liu Jinguo nodded, let go of the end of the Thunder Staff, and took a few steps back in tacit understanding.

The blind warrior stepped forward with a staff in hand, his lips moving slightly, and he was clearly muttering something, but no sound came out.

Suddenly, he raised Leigongcun and thrust forward, "Separate!"

A transparent barrier appeared in the air, it was the witch flag.

After the witch flag appeared, it was as if it was torn in different directions by two huge hands, and a crack appeared in an instant.

The wizard hiding in the folds jumped out immediately. He took advantage of the fact that the old man couldn't see and raised his hand to hit him on the head.

Whoosh, a figure passed by.

Liu Jinguo came from behind at a farther distance, but she was the first to arrive, with a pair of short swords flashing coldly.

She swept her sword across, and the wizard's palm fell to the ground with a snap. She stabbed in with another sword, directly piercing the wizard's heart.

When the body fell to the ground, the blood was still warm and the limbs were still twitching. "Old man, you are very talented. You obviously have the unique skills of the Golden Immortal Dao. Why do you choose to be a low-level craftsman?"

Liu Jinguo asked this question.

The old man was a member of the Hundred Craftsmen and belonged to the Musicians' Guild. He usually made a living by carrying his erhu and walking around the streets performing.

This time, when the Hundred Craftsmen were being recruited, he was not among them because of his blindness. However, there were corrupt elements within the Hundred Craftsmen Guild, and some people did not want to go into battle and die, so they used him as a replacement.

How could a blind old man, who is also in his twilight years, survive on a cruel battlefield?

Fortunately, he met Liu Jinguo, who proposed cooperation when the witch flag covered the four directions.

Liu Jinguo protected him and led the way for him. If they encountered a witch flag, she would let him use secret methods to clear the way.

"How about the craftsmanship and the Golden Immortal Dao?"

The old man lamented, "My seal phonetic art is a radical departure and has never been accepted by the mainstream. In order to practice this unique skill, I even had to dig out my own eyes to enhance my hearing before I could get started with seal phonetic art."

"If a person is disabled, he or she will have no future in martial arts and will be considered a useless person."

Hearing this, Liu Jinguo became much silent. In her opinion, although Zhuanyin was magical, it required sacrificing one's eyes, which was too tragic a price to pay.

A flawed body is like a leaking bucket. No matter how hard you try, you cannot cultivate to a higher level!

The only way is to achieve a breakthrough in martial arts and transplant another person's eyeballs to restore sight, but in this case, Zhuan Yin's skills would be useless.

So, just be a blind person for the rest of your life!
When Liu Jinguo heard about the mysterious pocket, she remembered many things.

A large portion of the supplies stockpiled before the war disappeared and were not seen in the expeditionary force.

Looking back now, the missing supplies were transferred into a mysterious pocket, and the family leaders kept it strictly confidential.

The problem was that it was kept secret from her, but it was not kept secret from Liu Fengji, the pride of the Liu family.

Liu Jinguo vaguely recalled that Liu Fengji was wearing a slightly simple palm-sized bag around his waist, which she had never seen before.

You have to know that as a child of aristocratic family, he is very particular about the matching of clothes and accessories, and the pocket destroys the overall coordination.

It turned out that before she realized it, Liu Fengji already had a mysterious pocket.

Liu's Jixiang'er is a gift from heaven and is loved by his family. Even if he loses a city and his army, he still has a chance to make a comeback.

Whenever Liu Jinguo thought of this, she felt like she couldn't breathe and was extremely angry.

After learning about Mo Yunzi's existence, she even thought, if she were to meet Mo Yunzi and monopolize the resources of the mysterious pocket, would her status be able to rise to the same level as Liu Fengji?
The gap between Liu Jinguo and Liu Fengji is too big.

Although Liu Jinguoshu was somewhat famous, his fame was only known among the lower-level warriors in the city. However, Liu Fengji was recognized as a peerless genius by the aristocratic families, and more than one sect even opened the door to him.

The family's emphasis on him is reflected in every aspect, which makes other disciples despair.

"Old man, can you give me a hand?"

Liu Jinguo spoke with a firm attitude, "I see that you are alone and helpless. If you don't mind, Jinguo can take care of you in your old age."

The blind old man was blind in his eyes but not in his heart. He heard firmness and determination in her words and knew there was no room for refusal.

He sighed, "I can leave a voice message and communicate with Mo Yunzi on your behalf, but whether he responds or not is not something I can control."

"I'll just do my best and leave the rest to fate. Please help me, old man."

The blind old man picked up a handful of dead leaves, blew out most of the ink in the bottle, and picked up the huqin to play.

Accompanied by the music, ink flowed on the dead leaves and finally solidified into ancient and complex characters.

The wind blew, and the dead leaves were blown away by the wind and disappeared into the wilderness at the end of the sight.

(End of this chapter)