Two hours later.

The fire phoenix that appeared inexplicably disappeared inexplicably again.

It's so rushing that it's just inconspicuous.

But the damage it caused was terrifying: the entire manor of the Tuyumen family was razed to the ground, and the Onmyoji who came to the banquet were seriously injured, and no ten remained.

Now let alone the Yamato Onmyoji Alliance, there are not many Onmyoji in Yamato.

In just two hours, the results of the Tuyumen family's cultivation for more than ten years were smashed by one hammer. It is conceivable that even if they were given ten, twenty or thirty years, they would not be able to restore their initial glory.

"Where did that monster come from? Why did we punish us like this?" At dawn, Ichiro Toriko knelt down in a scorched manor, clenched his hands into fists, and the veins on his arms were exposed.

"No matter where this monster comes from, Su Jin must take this responsibility." Hao Ji said, "Because only he can take the blame, it is impossible to replace Yamato."

Ichiro Torimon gritted his teeth and said, "I understand what you mean, but after today, where can any Onmyoji be able to unite with us? If we cannot gather strength from this, what will we use to resist open and hidden guns and arrows from all walks of life?"

"Go to China." Hao Ji said lightly: "Ten years of hard work have been gone, and all efforts have become scorched earth. So what's the point of staying here?"

Ichiro Torimon was silent for a long time, and finally nodded and said, "Yes, mother..."

In an unknown place, at the top of the volcano, the Fire Phoenix stood on the crater with some doubts about life.

Looking down, there was no garbage in the magma at all. Looking back, there was no gate of time and space in the void.

It seems that everything it just experienced was just a dream. Now that the dream has woken up, everything has returned to its original appearance.

But how could that be a dream?

The Fire Phoenix walked around the mountain pass in a irritable mood, her sharp eyes constantly scanning the void, but no matter how it searched, the magical door was no longer visible.

Haiyang City, on the bridge.

Zhao Li, wearing a black windbreaker, stood in front of the railing, looking up at the sparkling water surface.

"Didn't I tell you? I can't sell the ghost pill to you, why do you still insist on seeing me?" Murong Shen appeared beside him in a elusive voice and said in a deep voice.

"Su Jin said he wouldn't let you sell me the ghost pill, but he didn't let you sell me the recipe for refining ghost pills, right?" Zhao Li said lightly.

Murong was silent for a moment and said, "I can feel it. He is sincere for your own good."

"I know." Zhao Li said: "But how to do and what to do is my own choice."

Murong thought about it and shook his head and said, "It's still not possible, the risk is too great. You have never stood opposite Su Jin, so you don't know how much psychological pressure you will endure when you fight him. I can't provoke this boss for the sake of temporary benefits."

Zhao Li said: "Murong, help me."

"Sorry, brother, I really don't dare." Murong shook his head firmly.

Zhao Li turned his eyes and looked at him and said, "Forget it, I won't make things difficult for you anymore, you can go."

Murong breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and disappeared on the bridge in the blink of an eye.

Zhao Li looked at the place where his back disappeared, and his body gradually became illusory, following the other party from afar.

In fact, before contacting the other party, he knew very well that Murong would definitely not dare to help him. Because with Su Jin's current status, killing a soul ferryman did not need to explain to Pluto.

So this time he forced him to call him, just to follow the other party, see with his own eyes how the ghost pill was refined, and then sacrifice himself.

From day to night, and from night to dawn, Zhao Li secretly followed Murong for three days, seeing clearly how he collected the resentment of evil spirits and how he refined the pills. However, although he could see clearly the steps, he did not know what the medicine that Murong put every time he refined the pills.

And the most helpless thing is that he can't show up and ask in person.

After pondering for a while, Zhao Li quietly left the abandoned building where Murong was located and came to the vicinity of the convenience store No. 444.

Looking up at the billboard of convenience store No. 444, he took out his cell phone and called Pluto Chacha.

"What's the matter?" Soon, Chacha's majestic voice came out of his phone.

"My Lord A Cha, I found that the ferryman Murong was actually using the evil ghost to refine the ghost pill privately." Zhao Li said.

Cha Cha: "I understand, I will handle this matter myself."

Soon after hanging up the phone, Zhao Li held his cell phone tightly and murmured softly: "I'm sorry Murong, this time I can't treat you. If you have the chance in the future, I will definitely repay you twice..."

When Pluto Chacha pays attention to something, the underworld's handling of this matter can almost be said to be the speed of light.

In the blink of an eye, Murong turned from a soul ferryman to a wanted criminal in the underworld. Many underworld travelers came to the mortal world and pursued each other with all their might.

He was not the kind of person with high magic power. He was chased by the underworld travelers and was desperate in the end. He fled to the convenience store No. 444 late one night.

"What's wrong with you?" Zhao Li walked out from behind the counter and reached out to hold his trembling body.

"Plain discovered that I was refining the ghost pill. Zhao Li, help me." Murong said.

"This..." Zhao Li said with a embarrassed look: "I really can't afford to take this charge against the will of Pluto."

Murong put a tip on the counter: "This is the ghost pill you want."

A joy flashed in Zhao Li's eyes. He put away the ghost pill and helped him walk towards the warehouse: "You hide in the warehouse first. This shop is run by Su Jin. No ghost messenger dares to come here to search."

After helping Murong into the warehouse, Zhao Li returned to the counter, opened the treasure bag, took out the ghost pill, and threw it into his mouth.

"Ho, ho..." As if he had taken poison, Zhao Li suddenly grabbed his neck, his eyes suddenly burst, his face turned red. After four or five minutes, the feeling of discomfort gradually dissipated, and waves of golden light appeared in his eyes.

"It works, but it's not enough." Zhao Li sighed and said softly.

"Meet Lord Zhao Li." At this time, two ghost messengers holding guns and knives suddenly appeared at the door of the store and said respectfully.

"Is there anything wrong?" Zhao Li asked knowingly.

"Did you see Murong? We are chasing him now." said the ghost officer.
Chapter completed!