Chapter 315: The Salvation Plan and the Author's Beep

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Mu Bowen suddenly looked at the chaotic venue.

I saw an old man in a purple robe and a Yama mask strangling Zhang Qian's throat and lightly lifted the mask to signal Mu Bowen.

Then, he watched Zhang Qian being abducted by a group of black-robed masked men.

Mu Bowen's left hand was wrapped in Yin Qi, and the terrifying Yin Qi stretched his skinny left hand so that the veins were exposed, which looked quite creepy.

He punched Li Yang.

"Boom!"

The entire host platform was blown away, and Li Yang and a group of hunters were all blown away, with constant tinnitus and dizziness.

When Mu Bowen chased after them, more than a dozen black-robed masked men stood at the entrance of the cave, with their hands showing a halo of supernatural power.

The cave entrance was closed again.

When Mu Bowen broke through the mountain, Zhang Qian and others had disappeared.

Mu Bowen counted with his fingers and frowned deeply:

"There is an arithmetic master. It seems that someone has set a trap for me."

Mu Bowen counted again, and then flew towards the sky.

In the cave, Li Yang stood up in a daze, and he patted his head.

Mu Bowen and the group of traitors were no longer visible at the scene.

This was the first failure since he had carried out the mission.

Did he fail because of the influence of S-class external forces?

Failure is failure, he never makes excuses for himself.

Li Yang was furious and pointed at the guests who had not yet left the venue and roared:

"Leave no one alive!"

The murderous aura of the soul-snatching hunters spread all over the venue.

The smell of blood lingered and screams echoed.

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At the foot of Changbai Mountain.

Four iron-sheet simple houses constitute this warehouse.

The windows on all sides were blocked by iron sheets and guardrails, making it airtight.

Zhang Qian was tied to a pillar.

She woke up slowly.

She didn't know why she suddenly fainted just now.

Zhang Qian tried to mobilize her spirituality, but the sudden tingling sensation in the sea of ​​consciousness made her give up struggling.

She looked around.

There were five masked men in black robes in front of her, including the immortal elder.

They were discussing, not avoiding Zhang Qian at all.

Someone grabbed his hair in pain:

"The green snake is dead, the yellow monkey is dead, the white tiger is dead, the red dragon is dead, all dead."

Someone shouted angrily:

"For the plan, this is all worth it!"

The old man looked at the hunters who followed him.

Originally there were dozens of people, but many people were lost in order to avoid the search of the Hunter Guild. Now there are only four left with him.

He sighed:

"It's my fault. I didn't expect that [Starving Ghost] and [Human Resources Department] were so strong.

I thought the Great Elder of Baiyuemen would kill the [Human Resources Department] hunter, and we could take the opportunity to evacuate."

The previous host huddled in the corner and hugged his body tightly:

"Will we die too?"

A black-robed woman with tears on her face murmured:

"Green Snake is dead, Green Snake is dead, we shouldn't get involved.

We are just a group of ordinary people, how can we care about others?"

A strong man wearing a pig head mask shouted:

"It's come to this point, what's the point of regretting it!"

The immortal sighed again and looked at the devil fruit in his hand:

"Yes, the arrow has been shot, we can't stop."

Everyone was silent.

They offended Mu Bowen and the Hunter Guild.

If they stop, how can they survive in this world?

The old man turned slowly to look at Zhang Qian:

"Don't pretend, I know you're awake."

Zhang Qian still had her eyes closed.

The old man laughed at himself:

"I know how much I am worth. My ability can't let you sleep for so long."

Zhang Qian pouted and opened her eyes:

"Who are you?"

The old man stood up and walked in front of Zhang Qian:

"We are a group of people who yearn for peace."

The masked people in black robes became solemn.

Zhang Qian let out a series of sarcastic laughs.

The masked people in black robes glared at Zhang Qian.

Zhang Qian looked at them teasingly:

"For peace?

Are you elementary school students?

Or do you think I am an elementary school student?

You made such a big noise and so many people died, and you say it is for peace?

You are hunters, you should know that many people will die in this auction, right?

You are just a group of brainless careerists.

You killed the guests you invited for some purpose.

And then you use the guise of "for peace" to cover up your fear.

When you are about to be killed by the president, you will not shout something like "I die for peace" or something like that?"

Zhang Qian's words are really heartbreaking.

The immortal elder looked at Zhang Qian seriously:

"We are a group of timid cowards, what about you?"

Zhang Qian was stunned for a moment:

"What do you mean?"

The immortal elder looked directly at Zhang Qian with sharp eyes:

"Master of the Moon Worship Sect? People in the world respect him as the Holy Lord.

I would like to ask you, you have a lot of resources, and what contribution have you made to world peace?

The chiefs of the Public Security Bureau and the leaders of the sects all think that they are above ordinary people.

May I ask, what contribution have they made to the world?

You hold most of the world's resources, and you enjoy the awe of the world. What have you done for the world? "

Zhang Qian was speechless for a moment.

How does she know this question?

Generations of the Zhang family have been pursuing wealth, while Baiyuemen is pursuing power.

She herself joined the guild in pursuit of power.

Who would consider those ordinary people?

The old immortal chuckled:

“Monsters are raging in the world, but you people who bear the expectations of the world are chasing fame and wealth!

Laoshizi Holy Land! Laoshizi Public Security Bureau!

You always say that we are ordinary people, ordinary people.

But what about you? Even more filthy than a common villain!

You have so much power and don't care about the world, why not give me your power! "

Zhang Qian raised her eyebrows and gave him her power?

How to give?

Why can he take it?

A transparent flame appeared in the old immortal's hand, like a pure soul.

[Lingling Fruit: C level]

[Consume spirituality and master the mysteries of the soul. 】

He murmured:

“I would like to thank the president for giving me this power.

Just wait, wait for the old ghost from the Moon Worship Gate to come and save you.

Just wait, wait for the demon-level hunter from the Hunter Guild to kill me.

Everything will be settled.

I will obtain the powerful power of S level, and I will save the world like a real god.

As for the president. . . . He will have to stay in seclusion for at least ten years!

Ten years is enough. "

Zhang Qian's eyes widened in shock.

Capture S-level power?

What kind of devil fruit did this old man get?

The old immortal looked directly at Zhang Qian, his eyes twinkling:

"I worked so hard just for the moment when the two S-rankers appeared!

I will become a new legend! "

Zhang Qian couldn't help but admire these ants.

A group of C-level people actually wanted to plot against the two superpowers, and they wanted to plot against the S-level ones.

She didn't think that the immortal would definitely fail.

Each of the Guild Master's Devil Fruits can develop unpredictable abilities.

Who knows what kind of power this immortal has obtained?

What if we can really seize S-level power?

She said quietly:

"You can't succeed.

Because Mu Bowen won't save me. "

Doesn’t she know who Mu Bowen is?

In a moment of anger, he killed the evil man who killed his own nephew.

Mu Bo is a mature scholar. Wouldn't he have guessed that there is a trap waiting for him here?

How could he risk saving himself?

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The author beeped twice.

Friends who are members may ask: "Are you so lazy, author? Wouldn't you publish a separate chapter with words such as 'The author forced me to say a few sentences'? Aren't you affecting our reading experience?!"

I would like to apologize to my fellow members first. Members who are members can read books for free, but there are also members who have subscribed chapters.

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Let me tell you a few words first. Don’t worry, I’m very fast and you can skip by swiping across the screen.

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Many friends said:

"The Hunter Guild doesn't have enough control!"

"What the hell! It took so long to write about this trashy Immortal Auction? Are you a bitch as the author?"

"It would be nice if this kind of supporting character just died!"

"Are you counting words?"

"Did you deliberately break the text? Did you break the Holy Body?"

Let’s talk about this a little bit.

I think the part about banishing the immortal auction house to the immortal is very important. Although he is scheming against the protagonist and Mu Bowen, the real fisherman is definitely not him. We are not a person who abuses his master.

I just wanted to add something special to this book, such as the struggle of little people in powerful and troubled times.

I really didn't have any water, and I didn't deliberately break the chapter, I just happened to get to the plot.

Let’s not write about this plot, I don’t have enough words for one chapter.

(The website requires a chapter of 2,000, and I myself require a chapter of more than 2,200. Many chapters are 3,000 words. Because this book is very special, sometimes a few hundred words will be deleted after writing 2,000 words.)

Let’s write this chapter. We can’t write out all the plot for the next day, otherwise the chapter construction will be wrong.

If it really makes it uncomfortable for everyone, I'll add more updates. What a big deal.

Many people say that the author is not dedicated and always writes useless plots.

This is really an injustice to me! ! !

I have been updating it constantly. I have never asked for a day off since writing this book. I have saved more than 20 leave notes and I have never used them. I am very dedicated!

It takes me about four hours to write a chapter. One chapter has more than 2,000 words and I often delete and rewrite it.

Many of those useless plots are foreshadowing. Maybe one day in the future, when you read a certain chapter, you will think, ‘Ah, this matches the previous timeline. ’

If you think about it, the biggest foreshadowing in this book so far is [S-class hacker] and [S-class farmer].

Even if these two abilities are really of no use, why are the protagonist and Sumanman not known and taken seriously in a world where S-level is extremely rare?

Why is there no impression of S-level life talents in the entire world? Does this world only have S-level life talents in Nanhai?

According to the settings, there are definitely more life talents than combat talents, so where are those S-level life talents?

Did the author really write it randomly?

This book has been lowering the offline from the beginning, choosing readers with high tolerance, because my writing style is like this. Many unreasonable things are explained later. I don’t want to spoil the story in the beginning, and I don’t want to have a 100% God’s perspective.

For example, why are there no extraordinary plants in this world? Isn’t it also filling the hole in the end?

So what I want to say is, everyone, please believe in the author. . . . . . .

My writing style and excitement are definitely not as good as others, but I will never disrespect this book, and I will never disrespect the readers who gave me the opportunity to write a story.

Thank you.

The author will never stop updating, never play misery, and never fool around.