Chapter 772: 582 Conspiracy_2

Chapter 772: Chapter 582 Conspiracy_2

This could be considered a good thing…

Yu Er nodded her head, silently thinking to herself:

“It’s really great that these bad people don’t have parents!”

After reassuring Yu Er, Mo Hua took another look around, erased all the Formation Patterns he had just deduced, inferred, and listed, as well as the traces of breaking the Formation.

The boxes…

Mo Hua thought for a moment, disassembled the boxes into planks, and placed them into his Storage Bag.

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Those planks had remnants of unknown Formations on them.

He needed to keep them for a thorough study when he had the time.

Then, Mo Hua pointed with his finger, casting the Fireball Technique, completely destroying the remaining two storage boxes, burning all the scattered wood chips into charred remains and mixing them together.

Mo Hua’s movements were clean and brisk, and he took no more than about ten breaths’ time in total.

Yu Er blinked and couldn’t help but ask:

“Brother, how come you are so skilled at this…”

Mo Hua was taken aback for a moment but then, without changing his expression, taught him:

“I also learned it from a kind-hearted uncle. This is the experience of being out in the world…”

“So, children must study hard, otherwise, they will suffer great losses when they travel in the Cultivation World!”

Yu Er was somewhat puzzled but still nodded earnestly.

Everything was packed up, and all traces were covered.

Time to slip away.

Mo Hua took Yu Er by the hand, hiding their figures, and left the eatery.

A young Cultivator in his tens and an even younger Cultivator walked hand in hand towards Qingzhou City in the distance…

Just that the sky was gloomy, and their figures were hidden; no one saw them…

…

After Mo Hua left, within the time it took to brew a pot of tea, four or five Black-Clothed Cultivators arrived at the eatery.

Their faces were covered with black cloth, vague and indistinct, only the eyes that were exposed conveyed a hint of indifference and grimness.

However, this indifference and grimness turned into astonishment and shock upon seeing the current state of the eatery.

“Where are the people?”

“All dead?!”

The Black-Clothed Cultivators each inhaled a breath of cold air.

“Who did this?”

“I don’t know…”

“The ‘goods’?”

The Black-Clothed Cultivators released their Divine Senses, probing the surroundings. Moments later, they found the debris of the storage boxes in the corner of the eatery.

“Were they… extorted?”

Everyone found it somewhat unbelievable.

“No…,” one of the Black-Clothed Cultivators frowned, “there’s no remnant of flesh and blood…”

“The boxes are wrong too…”

“Where is Mr. Tu’s box?”

“Was it dismantled by someone? Or destroyed?”

“The box had Mr. Tu’s Formation on it; who could dismantle it? If the box is intact, the person is alive; if the box is destroyed, the person is dead…”

“Not necessarily. Qian State has no shortage of capable people; nothing’s impossible…”

The men argued among themselves.

Suddenly, someone asked, “Boss, what do we do?”

The cultivator addressed as “Boss” was also dressed in black. From his attire, there was nothing special, but his eyes held a sharp gleam—looking around, he had the demeanor of an eagle or a wolf.

The Black-Clothed “Boss” surveyed the surroundings and said hoarsely:

“Looks like Boss Jiang and the others… were ambushed and wiped out cleanly…”

“This time our ‘goods’, along with the people, have all been robbed…”

“An inside job?” someone asked doubtfully.

Others said angrily, “We gave notice beforehand, who on the streets has the guts to steal our ‘goods’?”

“People die for wealth, and birds die for food; this ‘goods’ was too lucrative, there’s nothing they wouldn’t dare do…”

“Even if it’s an inside job, who is capable of pulling it off?”

The Black-Clothed Boss’s gaze grew heavy, moving across the faces of those present as he pondered:

“The ground is still warm and charred black; these are the traces of a Formation…”

“Formations are powerful but complex to set up…”

“This means that someone had advance knowledge of the situation and set up a Formation here beforehand, then used the power of the Formation to ambush and kill everyone including Boss Jiang, a total of twelve people!”

“And snatch our ‘goods’ out from under our noses!”

“Mr. Tu has made his calculations; there should be no error unless…” his gaze sharply intensified, “… there’s a traitor among us, leaking the information!”

Upon these words being spoken, the colors drained from their faces.

“Boss, you know my loyalty…”

“Boss, I am wholeheartedly loyal to you!”

“Boss, my life was given by you; I have even betrayed my ancestral teachings…”

“Boss…”

One by one, they passionately spoke to prove their loyalty.

The Black-Clothed Boss saw their sincere expressions, frowned slightly, withdrew his gaze, and said coldly:

“We’ll discuss this matter later, the priority now is to get the ‘goods’ back…”

“The Formation still has residual warmth, and Sword Qi hasn’t completely dissipated, indicating the battle ended not long ago; they might not have gone far…”

The Black-Clothed Leader thought deeply for a moment, furrowing his brow:

“On the way here, did you see any suspicious people? Or a child?”

The others looked at each other in confusion.

To avoid detection, they had disguised themselves, coming from different directions, converging nearby only after each journeyed separately.

On the way, they were too focused on hurrying to their destination to spare attention for suspicious people…

The Black-Clothed Boss cursed softly, “A bunch of useless!”

His eyes were as fierce as an eagle’s or a wolf’s as he imprinted the surrounding scenes in his memory, nearly grinding his teeth in frustration.

So close!!

Just a bit more and that Young Master with the special bloodline would have been in their grasp!

Once delivered to Mr. Tu, and used as a Blood Sacrifice for the Divine Lord, he would have secured great merit, and even a change of fate wouldn’t be impossible!

Snatching victory from the jaws of a dragon, and smuggling goods in plain sight.

Mr. Tu had calculated everything!

He had arranged everything!

Just fuckin’ that close!

The eyes of the Black-Clothed Boss gradually turned blood red, with veins like fractures, terrifyingly sinister, and his voice was so hoarse it barely sounded human: