Secret Buyer-Chapter 239 - 183: Old Acquaintances in the Camp

Outside North City, underground temple.

"The curse has been cast, Zhang Fusheng should be unable to move his hands and feet. Look where there is resentment soaring to the sky, that’s where he is."

The old woman spoke lightly, while the Great Sect practitioner of the Curse Killing Technique was about to gather up the things on the small altar,

the old woman also reached out her hand, intending to collect the Nail-Head Seven Arrows Book.

Her movement suddenly paused.

Spiritual sense frantically warning.

Every cell in her body seemed to scream!!

A sense of crisis, suffocation surged like a tide,

the old woman’s back tingled, retreating, retreating again, she stepped out of the temple!

She raised her head, looking in horror towards the temple.

The Great Sect practitioner who cast the curse was frozen in place, his face full of terror, seemingly trying to struggle, move, but unable to shift even an inch!

The Nail-Head Seven Arrows Book, which couldn’t be opened or activated and could only borrow force, was now inexplicably twisting violently,

the blood-stained straw man embedded in the center of the book seemed to open its eyes, as if it was... screaming?

No.

It was pleading for mercy.

The next moment.

In the old woman’s horrified gaze.

Void gave birth to light.

A black torrent!

A black torrent seemingly expanded thousands and tens of thousands of times from the curse killing technique that was cast!

The torrent came from the unknown, pouring down towards the Upper Envoy who cast the great curse, in an instant, the entire underground temple was engulfed by the black torrent!!

One breath.

Two breaths.

The old woman’s heart pounded violently, her eyes fixed on the black torrent, then she began to bleed.

Black blood.

She trembled slightly, watching the entire underground temple evaporate in the torrent.

Watching the two Great Sect practitioners and over a hundred cultists who were staying inside the temple lose their limbs, turning into human stumps on the ground,

seeing terrifying, substantial resentment rise from their bodies!!

The resentment shattered the ground, rushed up to the celestial vault, within a moment it covered the entire Twin Cities Little World!!

"Oh my god..."

When everything calmed down.

The old woman looked at the temple.

The temple had disappeared, and the people inside were gone, 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

only the Great Sect practitioner who cast the ’abolish limbs’ and ’resentment soaring to the sky’ techniques lay silently on the ground, missing his limbs, like a human stump, breathless.

Only the black and red substantial resentment rose from his body, reaching the celestial vault.

As for the Nail-Head Seven Arrows Book?

It lay quietly on the ground.

On the Supreme Treasure, it seemed like there was more blood dirt on the straw man.

The old woman raised her head.

"Oh my god..."

Her gaze pierced through the cracks in the ground and saw the celestial vault.

A pitch-black sky filled with resentment.

......

"What on earth has happened??"

The convoy came to a halt, everyone raised their heads, looking at the sky.

’Zhang Boyang’, who was sleeping in the wagon, had woken up without knowing when, now looking up with everyone.

The dawn, which had just broken, had disappeared, the faint light of dawn faded away, replaced by thick darkness.

Even at a glance, even an ordinary person could feel the ’great resentment’ in the black sky.

As if billions of creatures were tortured to death, the great resentment rose from them!

Resentment shrouded heaven and earth.

All things were pitch black.

"What exactly happened?" Wei Qingshan murmured, his face full of confusion,

beside him, Zhang Fusheng swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

He never expected to see such a scene.

"The Curse Killing Technique aimed at the Celestial Venerate..."

Zhang Fusheng murmured in his heart, the counterattack wasn’t aimed at him.

It was against the position.

It was the exalted position sitting upon the meditation mat, it was the name of Taiqing invited by the nine Holy Grails.

That seemingly ordinary curse killing technique.

Turned into the great resentment that covered the sky and shrouded the entire little world!!

If the curse was against an Innate, or even a Celestial Human.

Zhang Fusheng thought, that would be deadly too...

The Pantheon was skilled in Curse Killing Technique.

He muttered to himself in his heart:

"The Twin Cities Heaven and Earth was originally sealed by the Pantheon, now resentment covers the world, completely isolating the inside from the outside, this is also one of the gathering places of the Pantheon cultists..."

Zhang Fusheng had an idea.

This matter can’t be leaked out.

To drive out and kill all the Pantheon cultists in the Twin Cities.

In this way, later on, he could... continue the scheme.

"Speaking of, would the Ancestor of Land Immortals know the Curse Technique?"

Zhang Fusheng thought randomly.

Beside him.

Wu Shangpin struggled to move his gaze away from the pitch-black sky; his entire body, unbeknownst to him, was covered in cold sweat.

"Let’s continue to the camp, ask around, see if anyone knows what happened!"

After a while.

The convoy moved on.

......

Afternoon.

In reality, it’s hard to tell if it was afternoon, as everything was shrouded in thick darkness, like the deepest night filled with thick clouds.

The camp arrived.

Only in the camp, there was a flickering light.

"Brother Bo Yang."

Wei Qingshan supported Brother Bo Yang, who was just an ordinary person, as he jumped off the high wagon,

Zhang Fusheng thanked him, surveying the so-called smuggling camp.

It covered more ground than expected, with some wooden houses, small buildings, but mostly tents,

from its scale, it resembled a small mountain village.

"Be careful, the world has suddenly changed."

Wu Shangpin reminded beside him:

"In this situation, people are panicked, the wicked become more wicked, the old boatman and they are probably also in this camp."

The siblings’ expressions changed.

Beside them, Zhang Fusheng thoughtfully asked:

"Who’s the old boatman?"

"An enemy." Wei Lingzhu explained in a low voice, her expression heavy: "A very formidable person, with deep ties to the Pantheon, entangled with both the Eastern and Western Sects."