Although the orientation of this Divine Envoy is still unknown, it’s clear that the sexual repression is quite severe.
To prevent himself from touching anything unclean, Zhang Ze did not act recklessly.
He flipped his hand to take out a Beast Taming Ring, releasing the double ponytails of those adorable little pet goblins.
"Boss! What’s up with calling us here?"
"Just rummage around here and see if there are any villains’ diaries, hidden secret compartnts, mysterious maps, rusty keys, and the like.
"Oh, and rember to be careful and don’t use spells."
"Got it!"
With a response, the double ponytails disappeared in a flash, slipping into various crevices as if they had never existed.
Zhang Ze did not remain idle either; he began to study the jade token in his hand.
anwhile, behind him, the shadow of the iron rack suddenly began to move.
Like a bear just awoken from hibernation, the shadow wriggled for a while before transforming into a human shape, walking silently towards Zhang Ze with cat-like steps.
As the shadow approached, its hand started to elongate and beca more solid, increasingly resembling a pair of stockings.
Just as the shadow stockings were about to entangle Zhang Ze’s deer head, Zhang Ze, as if possessing foresight, dodged the shadow stockings’ touch.
He imdiately grabbed the stockings and held them in his hand.
The room was filled with the double ponytail spies laid out by Zhang Ze; a re sneak attack by these black stockings could hardly escape his perceptive eye.
Holding the stockings, feeling the familiar touch, Zhang Ze paused montarily, and before the shadow stockings could kick, Zhang Ze removed the disguise.
"Don’t kick, it’s . What are you doing here, Mr. Wei Zhuang?"
The one who ambushed Zhang Ze was none other than the genuine inner lining of Wei Zhuang’s Night Demon Emperor Armor.
This ancestor of black stocking stealth wear, although not as elastic as the dozen or so new models in Zhang Ze’s wardrobe, possessed intelligence.
Though the idea of intelligent lingerie is strange, as long as this thing is around, it ans Mr. Wei Zhuang must be nearby.
Black stockings are loyal; only Wei Zhuang can wear them.
Once the inner lining recognized Zhang Ze, it reached out to touch Zhang Ze’s face with the black stockings, confirming the touch was indeed him, and instantly twisted like seaweed.
After twisting for a while, it led Zhang Ze towards the iron rack that Zhang Ze had disdained.
It first removed the spell it had cast on top, then grabbed a suspicious handle, revealing the secret chamber beneath the rack with the sound of mildly opening chanisms.
Due to the black stocking concealnt by Uncle Wei just now, Zhang Ze had not noticed it.
Entering the underground chamber full of decay, Zhang Ze saw Wei Zhuang.
Wei Zhuang was sitting cross-legged in ditation on a suspicious-looking double bed, now resembling Li’s previous state, surrounded by black aura, seemingly in an eerie balance.
Seeing this, Zhang Ze hurriedly took out a gourd from his embrace, which contained the water spirit core handed to him by Su La during their parting monts.
Carefully placing the fruit-like core before Wei Zhuang, the next mont, a strand of black aura surrounding Wei Zhuang was attracted to the core.
Once the fruit-like core was completely shriveled, Zhang Ze anxiously replaced it with another, then held the toyed core in hand, employing innate techniques to reshape and restore it.
This thod was Zhang Ze’s first attempt, unsure of its effectiveness, primarily because the core quantity was insufficient, thus having to make do temporarily.
Wei Zhuang is not Li, and Li’s technique cannot be exerted on Uncle Wei.
After swapping four or five cores, the black aura didn’t diminish the slightest bit, nor did Wei Zhuang show any sign of waking up.
"I need to find a way to get Mr. Wei Zhuang out first and rendezvous with Fuji later; with the guidance of the Black Sword, Fuji shouldn’t be too far from here."
Just as Zhang Ze contemplated asking the black stockings to assist in lifting Wei Zhuang, the earth above suddenly trembled as if a giant were striding forward.
Accompanying this were short, siren-like calls from the Crocodile En People.
...
A scene of chaos unfolded within Valley City.
The city had turned upside down, the gray-white city subrged in blood-red hues.
All Crocodile En People, the servants of the Divine Envoy, lost their lives, scattered across the ground like broken sacks.
Their short, stout bodies had completely deflated, gray leathery skin loosely draping over their skeletons.
While the flesh, supposedly connecting the two, soared into the air as toys for the Immortal.
A Fairy clothed in Colorful Robe stood in mid-air, the pure white Jade Sword in hand, stepping upon clouds with a mist of blood swirling around.
The Fairy executed a Finger Technique, instantly condensing the blood mist ford by the Crocodile En People in Valley City into a giant hand.
The giant hand slamd down, attempting to seize the mouse sneaking into the city.
The ’mouse’ anwhile was continuously yelling excitedly.
"Oh my god! So scary! Zhang Ze, save !"
As soon as Little Fuji entered the city, the Fairy in Colorful Robe targeted her, leaving no ti for preparation.
Little Fuji evaded the blood flesh hand, hiding and playing parkour in building crevices.
The gray stars enveloped Valley City, sealing the space, preventing Fuji from burrowing under the ground.
She tried several tis, hitting her head dizzyingly, even the invincible Black Sword for lock-picking was futile.
Nowewhere in the blending of the black sword and pendant did it stop listening to her as it once did, although she didn’t pay it any attention then.
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