Quick Wear: I Became the Savior of the Doomsday

Evil thoughts are good at bewitching people, and Zhong Shuhan's communication skills are not bad either. The next day, he put on the human skin mask that Gushui had made overnight, and went out with Hechuan to gather information. They found a busy morning tea shop to sit down, and listened to everything around them while eating breakfast.

The morning tea shop was very lively. The incident of the black-robed messenger searching and arresting people overnight was the hot news this morning, and many people were discussing it enthusiastically.

Zhong Shuhan calmly ate the pancakes and drank the broth, and soon got some information from everyone's discussion - someone assassinated the goddess yesterday, one person was caught, three people escaped, and none of them have been caught yet.

Oh no, who did what he wanted to do in advance?

"Is what you said true or false? Besides, why would the goddess come here? Hasn't she always lived in the Goddess Mountain?"

She asked the question at the right time and soon attracted the attention of some people.

"Of course it's true. The assassin will be taken to the statue of the goddess at 9:00 p.m. today and burned at the stake." Someone answered, "The Colorful Clothes Festival will be held in five days. The goddess will come here to perform the Colorful Clothes Dance to commemorate the event, so we came here early."

After knowing what she wanted to know, Zhong Shuhan chatted with them for a while and then said goodbye and left. The Si hour was approaching soon, and she had to go and see who had done this.

He Chuan was stunned by her operation. "Aren't you afraid of being suspected by talking to them rashly?"

"You'll be suspected if you don't talk to me." Zhong Shuhan said with a smile, "Last night, things got so serious that everyone is curious. There are also quite a few foreigners sitting in the morning tea shop today."

"I see." He Chuan pretended to understand, "So where are we going now?"

"Go find a high place and watch the fun."

The man who assassinated the goddess yesterday was going to be burned at the stake. This news quickly attracted a lot of people. Everyone was very curious about the assassin. At seven quarters past noon, the black-robed messenger came over with a man. The man was wearing clothes embroidered with many flowers. Each flower was three-dimensional and exquisite, and was impeccable in both color and shape.

Unfortunately, it has now become a withered flower, completely ravaged.

"He's from the Hundred Flowers Tribe!" He Chuan recognized the tribe at a glance, "It's a pity he's covered with a hood, so I don't know who he is."

"Are you familiar with the Hundred Flower Tribe?"

"The Hundred Flowers Tribe and the Relics Tribe are both on the back of an ice crystal beast. Ji Taoer was engaged to the deputy chief of the Hundred Flowers Tribe before she died. They are also the only tribe that knows about the outbreak of disease in the Relics Tribe."

That relationship was very good. Zhong Suhan touched his nose and said "oh" without saying anything. Just at this moment, the hood was taken off, revealing a scarred face with a scratched nose, bleeding ears, and unnaturally concave lips.

He Chuan excitedly used all his strength to suppress the roar in his throat, and tremblingly squeezed out the man's name: "Huo Ming!"

"Don't be impulsive." Zhong Suhan put his hand on Hechuan's shoulder, with a bit of suppression, and his evil thoughts were still challenging people's bottom line as always, "Follow me."

Huo Ming was kneeling there with his vision a little blurry. The pain in his mouth had become numb and breathing without a nose was strange, but he no longer cared at the moment. In a trance he saw his beloved woman.

The Baihua Clan lives in the Baihua Valley. It is a very inconspicuous small tribe, where there are vast seas of flowers. Ji Taoer's favorite thing is to stand in the sea of ​​flowers and dance for herself, as dazzling as a beautiful butterfly.

But in the end, because of the Colorful Clan, the butterflies died and the flowers withered.

He couldn't hear clearly what the Colorful Clan members around him said, nor could he see clearly how much firewood was piled in front of him. He couldn't tell what the Colorful Clan members had done to his flowers and butterflies. He could only close his eyes in despair and expectation of reuniting with his butterflies.

After the black-robed messenger finished stating Huo Ming's crimes, he took the torch from his companion and prepared to burn him to death. However, his companion who ran out from the crowd kicked the firewood away, and one of them picked up the prisoner and ran away.

"What are you doing! Catch them!"

Zhong Suhan, who was disguised as a black-robed messenger, shouted to the equally disguised He Chuan: "Let's go! I'll cover you!"

He Chuan had fought with her countless times, so he naturally knew her abilities. He didn't say much and just said "good" and carried her away. Before leaving, he even grabbed a handful of the Hundred Flowers Clan's help.

The person he dragged was not stupid. He did not fight with Zhong Suhan, nor did he chase after him. Instead, he tried to make the scene more chaotic.

With their help, Zhong Suhan quickly escaped and ran to a small alley where it merged with the river. She took Huo Ming with her to avoid being chased. The target was too big, and fortunately she had experience in this matter.

One year, the army was beaten to pieces and she was seriously injured. Luo Kuan carried her on his back to avoid the enemy's pursuit, and finally hid her in an uninhabited house. He went out to lure away the enemy, then mixed into the crowd and came back to find her.

Zhong Suhan followed the same method and found an uninhabited house and hung Huo Ming under the toilet pit. He and He Chuan took off their black robes and stuffed themselves into another family's house. They mingled with the crowd and ate melons in broad daylight. They hung out outside until dark, then went to a tavern to have a drink, brought Huo Ming out, and returned to the room under the cover of night.

After a while, Gushui smelled a toilet and alcohol. He was so disgusted that he almost vomited. He covered his nose and asked, "You guys are going to drink without me? Who is this person? Why does he smell like a toilet?"

He Chuan placed Huo Ming, who was on his shoulders, on the bed and said, "Let's not talk about this for now. Young Patriarch, has the black-robed messenger come to check?"

"We checked. We came here to check at noon." Gu Shui covered his nose and went forward to see who it was. He was shocked on the spot, trembling all over and asked in disbelief: "Huo Ming?"

"Yes." He Chuan said, "They were the ones who caused the chaos last night."

Huo Ming was seriously injured. Zhong Suhan directly took out the pill that Ah Si had given him to take when he was about to die, pried open his mouth, and was immediately stunned - there was no tongue or teeth in Huo Ming's mouth, his tongue had been cut and his teeth had been pulled out.

"That bastard!" He Chuan couldn't suppress his anger when he saw this. He turned around and punched the wall, leaving a bloody mark.

Gu Shui also looked solemn, "Zhong Suhan..."

"He is seriously injured. The medicine given by Ah Si can only keep him alive temporarily. We must send him to Ah Si as soon as possible." Zhong Suhan felt no wavering in his heart. He threw the pill into Huo Ming's mouth. The small white pill slid into his esophagus mixed with blood.

His injuries were so severe that even if he was rescued, he would need a large amount of medicinal herbs to survive.

Zhong Suhan's eyes were deep. "He is the bait, the bait to lure us out."