Creation Color Master

Chu Yunfei killed the last red-clothed ghost. He turned around and saw that behind him, besides the wounded soldiers fighting, there were also corpses all over the ground.

These former colleagues have now turned into cold corpses.

Looking around, the streets were stained with blood. The survivors were crying silently as they looked at the bodies of their family members. On the street, a little girl with bare feet stepping in the blood was crying for her mother.

Chu Yunfei leaned on the ground with all his strength to steady himself. He had a question in his mind: why didn't he see the city lord leading troops to support him, and even none of his former colleagues showed up.

If the city lord was present, he really wanted to ask him why there was no reinforcement for a long time. If it was the enemy army that attacked the city this time, wouldn't it be suspected that they were fleeing without a fight?

At this time, hearing the sounds of fighting and screaming gradually subside, the city lord Jia Weiren asked with a hint of doubt: "What's going on? Why did the noise outside stop? Did the third-level ghost leave?"

Jia Weiren looked at the commanders standing beside him and asked in a puzzled tone.

At this time, a soldier came hurriedly from outside, knelt on one knee and said: "City Lord, the ghosts outside have disappeared, and blood snow has fallen everywhere in the city. It is very strange."

Hearing this, Jia Weiren was so shocked that he sat up from his chair. Combining with the situation just reported by his subordinates, Jia Weiren guessed that a strong man had taken action. At the same time, he also had a bad premonition in his heart.

This sense of crisis spread everywhere, as if it was about to flow through my entire body.

At the Meng Mansion, with the disappearance of the red-clothed ghost, everyone felt as if they had survived a calamity.

Sarliang's figure flashed and appeared in the courtyard.

He smiled and said, "My lord, I have already done the job, but there was an accident along the way, which delayed me for quite a while."

At this time, the ghost energy above Baicha City had completely dissipated. Chu Mo looked at the bright moon in the sky and asked slowly, "How is the matter going?"

Sarliang heard this and said easily: "Don't worry, lord. The three-level ghost and its mastermind have been killed by me. This is the harvest this time."

As he spoke, he took out one thing after another. In addition to the damaged black banner and storage bag, there was also the funeral linen clothes dropped by the red and white evil ghosts, the blood evil wedding dress, the blood of ten thousand spirits, and a great spiritual treasure.

[Red and white music is played, gongs and drums are loud and everyone is happy, sad music is weak and everyone is crying. The product of the interweaving of happy music and sad music belongs to the spiritual treasure of the sound path. ]

Chu Mo looked at the insights he had taken out, and after sorting them out, Chu Mo put them away.

Then Sarliang seemed to remember something and spoke again: "Oh, my lord, the mastermind behind this incident comes from a force called the Divine Punishment Organization. From what I have learned, there are some things."

"First, the Divine Punishment Organization is extremely mysterious. We have no idea about this force, but we learned from that person that most of the members of the Divine Punishment Organization are monks with high cultivation."

"Secondly, that person said that his superior is a person named Shusi Divine Servant. They should be divided into levels such as Divine Guards and Divine Servant. From the name, we can also get that they should be named after the various monsters recorded in the Classic of Mountains and Seas."

"Third, they must have other purposes in manipulating the ghosts to massacre the city. There may be some unknown conspiracy. Now that I have killed them, I am afraid that we have been involved with this God Punishment Organization."

Chu Mo listened quietly to Sarliang's report. This was the first time he heard about the Divine Punishment Organization. He could only pay more attention to it in the future. This was all he could do for now.

Just after the two of them had a brief exchange, two figures walked in from outside.

Meng Wanzhou, holding a long sword that had been tempered hundreds of times, followed Meng Ruhai to Chu Mo's side. He saw clearly the previous battle with the ghosts and monsters. All of Chu Mo's subordinates were highly skilled and extremely brave.

And if it weren’t for Chu Mo, the casualties in the mansion would have been even greater.

Meng Ruhai took the lead, and everyone bowed to Chu Mo and said, "Thank you all for protecting the safety of the Meng Mansion. Here, I, Meng Ruhai, thank you all on behalf of the entire mansion."

Chu Mo smiled. He had something very important to do at this moment, so he looked at Meng Ruhai and said, "Everyone, there is no need to be like this. Now that this matter is over, I should leave too."

Hearing this, Meng Ruhai's eyes widened, and he asked in confusion: "Why, sir, you are leaving now? Can you give me a chance to express my gratitude? We haven't thanked you properly yet."

Chu Mo shook his head and said, "Haha, no need to thank you. I have more important things to do, so I won't bother you any more."

Everyone watched Chu Mo and the others leave, and Meng Ruhai knew that from this moment on, he and Chu Mo would belong to two different worlds and would never have any intersection again.

Meng Wanzhou on the side opened her mouth but no sound came out.

At this time, the butler beside him said, "Master, the businessman who didn't cooperate with us not long ago is now on the run and is in our house. Master, please don't meet him."

"Maybe there will be a turn for the better. After all, we were the ones who protected him in the time of crisis. As a businessman, I think he should be aware of the twists and turns involved."

Meng Ruhai looked at the empty courtyard, sighed helplessly, and finally whispered: "Okay, go and bring him over. Remember, be polite."

As he stepped out of the Meng Mansion, Chu Mo's face gradually turned cold. Now was the time for him to settle the score.

The mayor of Baicha City did not govern his country. For his own selfish reasons, he watched the people under his rule being slaughtered and did nothing. This was simply the behavior of a beast.

He wanted to see who this city lord was, or what his identity and background were that he dared to take human life so lightly.

Then, he spoke coldly to the empty street: "Six Sword Slaves, please go on a business trip, bring Ao Qing with you, and find a chance to bring me the head of the city lord."

"He should be protected by the army at this time, so you should be careful."

The next second, the emerald jade bracelet-like figure on Chu Mo's wrist flew out and landed on Zhen Gang's shoulder.

In the City Lord's Mansion, Jia Weiren, who had not yet realized the impending crisis, was sitting in the official hall and shouting loudly.

Below him, two figures kneeling on one knee were being tried in the court.

One of the figures was very familiar; he was the black-armored commander who had repeatedly persuaded Jia Weiren to take action.

The other person is Chu Yunfei, who guards the city and organizes resistance to kill ghosts.

At this moment, he knelt in the official hall, his face full of anger and disappointment. He had never thought from the beginning to the end that the lord of a city would let the army protect himself for his own safety, and he was so precious about his life.

He was so angry that he didn't know what to say, but he looked at the figure sitting in the upper seat with his eyes full of anger.

Feeling the gazes of the two, Jia Weiren laughed wantonly, and said slowly: "This city lord has said it many times, I am also forced to do it. If I have the cultivation to compete with them, who would not be willing to plead for the people?"

"Everyone has their own selfish desires. If you don't believe me, just ask these three people why they understand this city lord and stand with him."

"You two, you should think carefully. Your life is your own. Why do you risk your life so much? Wouldn't it be better to live a good life? Using your own life to save the lives of those untouchables, isn't that a loss of the greater for the sake of the smaller?"

"Does what I said make sense, you two?"