Secret Buyer-Chapter 122 - 108: Leaving Jiangzhou, Buddha Son Presents a Treasure (2)
A fine dense crack.
The sky had cracked open.
Even though the crack appeared for just a fleeting moment, he saw it clearly.
Zhang Fusheng plummeted towards the earth.
The ground shook violently, and dust filled the sky.
"What on earth is happening!!" Zhang Fusheng cursed furiously.
......
Dragon Boat City.
Cyan Mountain Hotel—formerly known as Peace Hotel.
"Did you watch the news....." In the second-floor restaurant, Zhu Xiaoming’s face was scrunched up with a sense of fear:
"Jiangzhou, Jiangzhou was invaded by an evil cult, the entire city has lost contact..."
The noise suddenly quieted down, and at these three or four large round tables, everyone sitting there was from Jiangzhou—most of them had been dragged out.
Uncle Wang, Zhang Fusheng’s good friend from middle and high school, and a well-regarded teacher...
And then there were the family members of Zhu Xiaoming, Lu Yao, and others.
Zhu Xiaoming anxiously dialed a number, and after a long wait, he put down the phone dejectedly:
"Still can’t get through."
"Old Zhang.....is missing."
A young girl sitting next to him bit her lip and said softly:
"Zhang Fusheng can foresee danger; he will surely be alright.....right?"
She was Zhang Fusheng’s desk mate in middle school, feeling a little discouraged at the moment.
Zhu Xiaoming shook his head in confusion and looked at his dad:
"Dad, do you think....."
Zhu Dashan also shook his head, his eyes falling on a silent woman with six fingers, who wiped her mouth and said softly:
"The boss handed me your names the day before the incident."
She glanced around the circle:
"You survived because of the boss—how could anything happen to him?"
The clear voice echoed in the restaurant, and people exchanged glances, some sighed, some looked lost, most were still in a daze, finding it hard to believe that
people they had known for years, or even longer, had suddenly transformed into remarkable figures...
Uncle Wang raised his voice:
"Little Fusheng will be absolutely fine! I remember clearly that one day when I was sleeping, the wall in my house shattered to powder—I saw little Fusheng standing in the dust; it must have been him!"
Lu Mingzhu lowered her head slightly.
Only she knew that the boss thought the major changes would happen at the end of the month.
She sighed complexly.
Footsteps sounded outside the restaurant.
"Lu Mingzhu, it’s been a long time." A calm voice came, and both the diners and Lu Mingzhu looked up,
It was a middle-aged man who appeared gentle but carried an indescribable authority, leaning on a cane, exuding a commanding presence without anger.
"Du.....sir?" Lu Mingzhu stood up cautiously.
Du Mingsheng smiled and scrutinized the woman in front of him, saying lightly:
"I’ve taken over Peace Hotel and haven’t changed a thing, do you feel accustomed to it? But because too many people have died, there have never been many guests."
He calmly looked around:
"I heard you all came from Jiangzhou the day before yesterday, and took the last train out before the city’s incident."
"I’d like to ask, what exactly happened in Jiangzhou?"
Everyone exchanged glances, but no one could answer, and some instinctively looked toward Zhu Xiaoming.
Du Mingsheng walked over and sized up the bald-headed boy:
"Young fellow."
He asked kindly:
"Do you know anything? How did you all manage to leave Jiangzhou precisely before its incident?"
"There must be a key person, is it Zhang Fusheng, Little Mr. Zhang, right?"
Zhu Xiaoming stood up instinctively, finding it hard to breathe and unable to speak. The presence of this middle-aged man was overwhelmingly powerful,
Beside him, Lu Yao and Zhong Yue forced themselves to stand beside Zhu Xiaoming despite their fear.
Du Mingsheng raised an eyebrow and didn’t seem to care much, as it indeed involved Zhang Fusheng, the young man favored by Wang Yuan—no,
to be precise, deemed important by Shi Zhengyuan. Most likely having close ties with the Ling Mountain lineage.
It’s even possible that he is the lead I’ve been waiting in Dragon Boat City for several years—clues to the Sea-Stabilizing Divine Needle Iron.
Du Mingsheng’s mind became lively,
The Mandala Lineage had identified Shi Zhengyuan long ago, and never acted, for they were sure he didn’t know the whereabouts of the Sea-Stabilizing Divine Needle Iron,
But as long as Shi Zhengyuan existed, someone from the Ling Mountain lineage would certainly make contact, among whom might know where the Sea-Stabilizing Divine Needle Iron went.
He had been order to monitor silently for over a decade.
Now increasingly mindful about the Sea-Stabilizing Divine Needle Iron,
The reason was simple... it could summon a deity’s true form to descend from the Different Dimension through a Supreme Treasure!
If offered to the Celestial Venerate...
A dedication, a blessing.
He glanced again at the tense bald-headed boy, reaching out with a smile to pat his bald head.
"Don’t touch." Another voice rang out.
Du Mingsheng’s expression darkened as he turned indifferently, thinking no one in Dragon Boat City dared to...huh??
A handsome young man walked over lazily, wearing a magical robe sewn with bone fragments.
"My future Dharma Protector Vajra, I’ve come to invite you into the fold."
The handsome young man didn’t recognize Du Mingsheng, merely walked up to Zhu Xiaoming, and praised with an exclamation:
"What a shiny bald head!"
Beads of sweat formed on Du Mingsheng’s forehead.
Another person entered from outside the restaurant, and Du Mingsheng was relieved, promptly paying respects to the newcomer:
"Governor Wang."
The people murmured a bit with surprise, Gov.....Governor??
The handsome young man curiously glanced at the elder and ignored him, Shi Zhengyuan’s eyes slightly contracted.
He came specifically to see the situation upon learning there were refugees from Jiangzhou, but he never expected...
Old Shi lowered his eyelids, hiding deep murderous intent.
The Buddha Son of the Mandala Lineage...
He warned himself not to act rashly, the Buddha Son’s cultivation was not high, only at the Martial Arts Master level, but being personally taught by a deity, he likely carried many Supreme Treasures,
The most critical thing is, once they start fighting, regardless of the outcome, this last Buddha Country wouldn’t be preserved.
"My future Vajra Guardian." Silent Fury Buddha Son nonchalantly took Zhu Xiaoming by the arm, speaking in a singsong tone:
"Let’s go, let’s go..."
Zhu Xiaoming stopped Lu Yao and Zhong Yue with his eyes from speaking up, remembering what Old Zhang said, to leave with this person upon his arrival.
The two bald heads thus walked straight out of the restaurant.
Everyone instinctively turned their gaze toward the Governor of Dragon Boat City, filled with tension and trepidation,
To them, a city governor was truly someone out of reach.
"You all know Zhang Fusheng?" Shi Zhengyuan suddenly asked.
Once again, everyone was stunned.
......
"Where are you taking me?"
Following behind the handsome young man, Zhu Xiaoming was a bit slobbery in his walking, having arrived at the outskirts of Dragon Boat City,
It was desolate enough, and behind the handsome young man appeared a sudden withered woman!
"Taking you to the cult together."
Zhu Xiaoming saw this handsome young man speak in a whisper, while the withered woman on his back curiously examined him,
He timidly raised his hand in a greeting.
"Wow!" The withered woman suddenly stuck out her tongue, the tongue extending over a meter, dangling straight to the ground!
Zhu Xiaoming decisively rolled his eyes and fainted away.
".... "
Silent Fury Buddha Son was a bit speechless.
"Why did you scare him?"
"Just for fun..."
"Always for fun, just know fun!" The Buddha Son lightly complained, seemingly reluctant to get angry at the withered woman,
He crouched down to check on the bald-headed boy’s condition, then clicked his tongue.
"Oh well."
The Buddha Son simply sat down where he was, took a small urn jar from his bag, with a human head the same size as the jar at the opening.
Niu Dali stared at him intently.
The Buddha Son took out the High Heaven Order, pondered for a moment, placed it on the ground, tapping it gently and rhythmically.
He was trying to catch the mysterious Celestial Venerate’s attention, hoping to offer the Human Treasure.
But just after a couple of taps.
"Huh?"
The Buddha Son lifted his head, looking towards the far horizon.
Even though he saw nothing.
He murmured softly:
"Divine descent has been completed....."
In his hand, the High Heaven Order gently trembled, and an old man with a gloomy face appeared out of thin air.
A True Man, Zhong Mountain.
(Went to watch the military parade, was a little late, finished 1.6w today, the parade was really good, and the monthly votes look really good)
