Chapter 17 The storm is coming Dark was silence. The wooden plaques engraved with the names of the disciples were densely packed and suspended in the air, emitting a light blue glow. The oval stone platform was covered with straw, and Mrs. Liu sat cross-legged on it. His face, which had been ravaged by wind and frost and was full of wrinkles, looked particularly haggard and solemn, and he muttered to himself: “So many people died” "It shouldn't be." Not far from her, there were seventy wooden signs scattered on the ground. Those wooden plaques seemed to have been twisted off by some external force, and even the names faded and disappeared, which meant that all the Quanxing disciples had died. "Zhao Laogui, no matter how useless he is, he can still contain Si Chong." "Half of the six evils are dead. What happened to Sick Old Ghost, Gu Yu, and Xiao Yan? They failed to deal with Wei Xuanzi?"

"No, that's not right. There are other people here." "Which force is interfering?" Just as Mrs. Liu was thinking hard, a faint sound of footsteps was heard. "Da da da.." "Ok?" "You're back?" Mrs. Liu raised her head slightly. A burly man wearing a ghost mask, covered in blood, staggered in, holding onto the rock wall of the cave. "Something happened to my aunt. There was an ambush at Trinity Gate. We suffered a great loss." "It took more than half of the people to die to replace the two Trinity kids." The man was panting heavily and his voice was very hoarse. There was a wide wound across his abdomen, which was slowly oozing blood. "Even you are injured like this." "It seems that we are still short of time to uproot Trinity." Mrs. Liu helplessly stretched out her withered right hand and grabbed the crutch beside the stone platform. When she stood up and left the straw, the floating wooden signs all dimmed and fell to the ground. "There is even worse news. You also know it, right?" "Old Ghost Zhao is dead." "It's still unclear who did it. It's probably not the two from Trinity. Given their strength, they're still a little bit behind." Mrs. Liu kept talking as she pressed a mechanism on the side. The cave trembled and a secret door opened in a hidden corner. "There are a few jars of potions in there, go in and soak yourself." "Okay, thank you, Auntie."

The man in the ghost mask dragged his exhausted body towards the secret door and snorted coldly: "I will skin those Trinity bastards sooner or later and refine their spines into weapons!" "Say less, heal your wounds first, and then we can make a long-term plan." Mrs. Liu sighed softly, gently pushed the stone door with her right hand, and closed the dark room. At night, the temple is abandoned in the mountains. Wu Gensheng, Li Muxuan and Gu Jiting gathered here. The bonfire burned brightly, casting their shadows on the cobweb-covered wall. Several people sat on the ground, each with their own thoughts, and fell into silence. "Da da da!!" Hurry footsteps were heard outside the temple. Gao Gen, holding the door handle, gasping for breath, brought the latest news. "Dead, dead, all dead." "Mr. Liu's home was reduced to ruins, and all of it was body parts." Gao Gen's face was pale, and he still couldn't calm down. He said in a trembling voice: "When I rushed over, everything was gone. According to the traces at the scene, the dead were Binggui, Guyu, Xiaoyan, and the elder surnamed Zhao." "What?!" Gu Jiting was so frightened that his scalp went numb, and he was extremely grateful that he had escaped the disaster. Li Muxuan was uneasy and asked hurriedly: "What about Mr. Liu?" "Dead, in the woods." Gao Gen described the scene he saw one by one: "The whole body is severely decayed, there are puncture marks on the chest, and the bones are all broken. I guess it was Tuoyun from the Sanyi Sect who beat him, but he was also poisoned." "Damn it, I won't." Before he finished speaking, Wu Gensheng glanced at him coldly and said, "Isn't your nonsense big enough?" "But, Master, Mr. Liu's revenge..." "The disciples who went to ambush this time are all elite." Wu Gensheng picked up a dry branch, fiddled with the bonfire, and said absentmindedly: "There are many who are stronger than you, but now they are all dead. Are you looking for the Trinity Sect just to make up the numbers?" "Just because Sect Leader Zuo is willing to let you go down the mountain doesn't mean the other disciples are willing to do so." Hearing this, Li Muxuan clenched his fists tightly, and like a deflated ball, he slowly sat down again. He stared at the campfire, cold sweat running down his cheeks, and his confused eyes showed fear and guilt. Gao Gen saw this lifeless look and wanted to kill him on the spot. "Li Muxuan! Do you know how big a mess you've made?" "Who do you think died this time?" "Half of the Six Evil Grandmaster bastards are dead, and there's also the notorious old bastard Zhao, whose seniority in Quan Xing is higher than that of your master Wang Yaozu!"

Li Muxuan was completely stunned. He didn't expect all this to happen so suddenly and out of control. What should I do! What should I do! What should I do! Just when he was feeling anxious, Wu Gensheng once again dropped some bombshell news: "Quan Xing is now a powder keg ready to explode." "Although I am the head of the sect, I have never been able to control this huge monster for a moment." Gu Jiting and Gao Gen said nothing, with different expressions on their faces. They knew this was the fact. "On weekdays, the people of Dudumen just muddle through, and don't have much of a sense of existence. They are more like scapegoats." "I am not being self-deprecating. The ones who really have a say and can make the disciples bow down to them are still the elders." "In terms of strength and status, they are all above me, the head of the sect. In fact, in the eyes of many disciples, I am just a puppet of the old guys." "They are in cahoots with each other. Now that Elder Zhao is dead, how can they just sit back and do nothing?" The bonfire burned more and more fiercely, but Wu Gensheng felt more and more depressed. He supported his chin with one hand, looking helpless: "From the way the Trinity Sect attacked us, they really want to chop us into pieces." "Next, it will be an all-out war between Quanxing and Sanyi." "Hide when you need to, hide when you need to, it's not shameful." Gu Jiting felt timid. His strong intuition told him that he must not stay with Li Muxuan, this unlucky star, any longer. He might be killed by him one day. Gao Gen bit his lips tightly, his heart rate remained high, and he accused: "Wu Gensheng, you shouldn't have brought this evil creature to Sanyi Sect in the first place. Now, a war has broken out between the two factions. I don't know how many people will die." “Well, there’s nothing I can do.” Wu Gensheng smiled bitterly: "Who made the evil boy so twisted? He is neither good nor evil, and he is obsessed with Zuo Menzhang and has to go and touch him." "If you had listened to my advice and left a day earlier, or had been a little more patient, this could have been avoided." "He really got into the role, which makes up for some of the regrets." Even far away from the vortex of disputes, the atmosphere in the temple is still tense and suffocating. Li Muxuan said nothing, lowered his head, hugged his knees, his face was sad, and his eyes became increasingly dim and lonely. (End of this chapter)