Creation Color Master

Two days passed and Chu Mo didn't see Meng Ruhai again. It was always Meng Wanzhou who entertained Chu Mo.

After asking, Chu Mo found out that when Meng Ruhai heard Chu Mo say that the giant forest demon ape was deliberately killed by someone behind the scenes and took out the ghost needle, Meng Ruhai felt a great sense of crisis.

In order to prevent any problems from happening during the critical period of tea picking, he went up the mountain early this morning and personally led the family guards to protect the safety of the tea pickers.

Chu Mo expressed his understanding. After all, this was the business that the family relied on for survival. He couldn't let the entire family starve just for the sake of a so-called savior.

Chu Mo, who was sitting in the house drinking tea, heard Meng Wanzhou's voice coming from outside.

"Brother Chu, Brother Chu, the streets are very busy today. The guards of the Kong family who were killed by the giant forest demon ape have reached the burial day. I heard that in order to win the hearts of the people, the Kong family specially selected a cemetery for them and buried all of them in one place."

Chu Mo was stunned when he heard this and couldn't help but frowning.

Because in the Xiayang Dynasty, no matter where the deceased was, the coffin would usually be kept for three days before being buried in each family's cemetery.

Generally, this kind of burial together situation will not occur, unless there is a situation where these people are homeless or no one prepares for their funeral.

How did the Kong family convince the families of the corpses? Even the corpses were arranged by them.

Chu Mo didn't know this, but he always felt that there was something strange.

Chu Mo had nothing to do anyway, so he was ready to say goodbye to Meng Wanzhou and continue on his journey.

Now that he had heard this, Chu Mo also became a little interested, so he asked Meng Wanzhou to go out and take a look.

On the straight street leading to the city gate, the sounds of loud gongs and drums and funeral music were heard in the distance, which immediately attracted the attention of the onlookers on the street.

Everyone rushed forward on tiptoe.

Soon, as the sound of funeral music got closer and closer, the family members walked in the front one by one, crying inconsolably. Leading the team was the butler specially appointed by the Confucius Mansion. He led the team and walked in the front with a serious expression.

A figure in the team soon attracted Chu Mo's attention. He saw an old man with an old face standing not far behind the housekeeper of the Kong Mansion. He was holding a spiritual flag and walking slowly in the team.

But Chu Mo felt a familiar aura from him, and Chu Mo also discovered some unreasonable things in this funeral procession.

For example, among the crowd following the team, two old men in front of a coffin did not show any sadness at all, and just followed the crowd with expressionless faces.

But after Chu Mo noticed the two people, he kept observing them silently, and found that the two old people were not only not sad about losing their loved ones, but there was actually joy in their eyes.

Looking at the gray hair of the two old people, Chu Mo deduced that the deceased should be their son, but he didn't quite understand why they were still happy when their son was like this.

Chu Mo really didn't understand.

In the funeral procession, the old man holding the spirit banner also noticed Chu Mo's gaze and showed a hint of sarcasm.

In order to prevent people from finding out during the funeral, he added "stuff" to each coffin to prevent people from finding out and causing his plan to fail.

Fortunately, no one seemed to notice.

A group of people and more than a dozen coffins, led by the housekeeper of the Kong Mansion, went straight out of the city and headed into the distance.

Although Chu Mo felt something was a little strange about this, he didn't think much about it. Seeing that the excitement was over and the crowd was gradually dispersing, Chu Mo asked Meng Wanzhou to go back.

At this time in the imperial capital, in the residence of the eighth prince, Tang Chengxuan was entertaining guests. Opposite him sat a masked man with a strange monster pattern on his face. The pattern on the mask was a red one-horned flame bird monster.

Tang Chengxuan said with a flattering expression: "Divine Servant Bifang, I have already sent some of them to the imperial kitchen according to your arrangement."

The man named Bifang Divine Servant said in a cheerful voice: "Haha, thank you very much for the great help from the Eighth Prince. If it weren't for the Eighth Prince arranging his assassins to draw fire for us, we wouldn't have succeeded so easily."

"As for what we promised the Eighth Prince, our Divine Punishment Organization will definitely fulfill its promise."

Tang Chengxuan seemed to have guessed what the Divine Punishment Organization was going to do. He couldn't help but say, "Bifang Divine Servant, since we have reached a cooperation agreement, we will all prosper together and suffer together. I still want to remind you not to underestimate my father. He is not as simple as he seems."

Hearing this, the Bifang divine servant forced a smile under his mask and said, "Don't worry, I am very sensible about this and will not arouse suspicion."

Then, the Bifang Divine Servant suddenly looked at Tang Chengxuan and said, "I just didn't expect that the prince was actually the master behind the Blood Killing Sect. If the organization hadn't conducted an investigation, we would all still be kept in the dark by the Eighth Prince."

Tang Chengxuan smiled lightly, but he felt an endless chill in his heart. He knew that this was a warning from the Divine Punishment Organization to him, just to tell him that he had already found out about your biggest trump card, the Blood Killing Sect, and it would be best for you to cooperate with them obediently.

It can be said that this is a warning from the Divine Punishment Organization to Tang Chengxuan, warning him not to have any evil thoughts.

"I'm leaving now. If you have any questions, remember to keep in touch," Fang said and left like a divine servant.

Tang Chengxuan, who was sitting on a chair, murmured, "Who exactly is this Divine Punishment Organization? Why have I never heard of it?"

"Also, I have agreed to cooperate with them. Is this a good thing or a bad thing? What should I do?"

"Hey"

With a dull sigh, Tang Chengxuan slowly leaned back in the chair he was sitting on.

After spending a few days together, he certainly knew and could clearly feel that this so-called Divine Punishment Organization was also a group of ambitious people whose goal was to wreak havoc on the world and establish a new order.

Moreover, we learned from the Bifang Divine Servant that above the Divine Servant there are further divisions such as Divine Messengers and Divine Generals. Bifang Divine Servant is merely a Divine Servant, but he has reached the third level of consciousness, so it can be seen that the Divine Messengers and Divine Generals will have even higher levels of cultivation.

Although he didn't know how many people were inside the Divine Punishment Organization, he had already boarded the pirate ship and it was probably impossible to get out. If he really dared to quit, he might not survive the next day.

Although the Blood Killing Sect is developing rapidly and many assassins have joined it and have spread across several states and counties, it lacks high-end combat power and is no match for the few divine servants of the Divine Punishment Organization.

Thinking of this, Tang Chengxuan felt even more uncomfortable.

At the same time, in a dense forest deep in the mountains, with lush branches and leaves and an eerie aura, more than a dozen coffins have been successfully buried. The surrounding area is filled with yin energy, and the blowing wind is a bit chilly, with paper money fluttering down.

A sobbing sound was heard from the side.

The old man's eyes were covered with a layer of gray light as he looked at the ghost energy and earth energy rising from the ground. After the blessing of the talismans he had drawn, tonight was the time for the red wedding dress and the crying ghost to combine.

When the time comes, the evil ghost will be born. I hope that by then, this red and white evil ghost will not be in vain for all my efforts in planning for this period of time.