Chapter 147 Lingxi is Saran!
A female mage with very rosy skin and still charming appearance, but with very obvious crow's feet, objected.
The person who spoke just now was Ling Xi, a colleague of Kun Hei and also an elder of the Hunter Alliance!
Instead, the Kun Hei he went to was the old man with wrinkles and moles on the city wall.
After hearing Ling Xi's words, Zhu Meng thought for a moment and sat in the chair in silence.
The turmoil outside was getting more and more intense. Although they had said before that the undead outside the city would not attack, the residents of the outer city were still scrambling to flee to the inner city.
"So what do we do now? Let these rumors spread throughout the city?"
Zhu Meng lowered his head and said in a deep voice.
"First, send people to secretly capture those who can guide public opinion, and then suppress public opinion. As for Saran, we can wait and see."
Han Ji spoke slowly.
As Han Ji spoke, the matter came to an end.
"It was really him who died."
Ye Feiyang was lying on the bed, looking at a naked old man lying like an old dog on a fat woman who could fit two or three of him. It was a bit eye-catching.
Now not only is the person dead, but his reputation is also ruined.
Ye Feiyang felt a little sympathetic towards him after seeing this.
"Although my original plan failed, it was not a complete failure."
A soft and charming voice slowly rang out
"Leave. Not all members of the Magic Association are fools, and Han Ji is no fool either. He will soon find out where you are hiding among the higher-ups."
Ye Feiyang said calmly.
"So what if they found out?"
The soft and charming voice contains a bit of playfulness.
"Han Ji will rather kill the wrong person than let him go, and will kill all of you high-ranking officials."
Ye Feiyang said in a deep voice.
"You've already achieved what you wanted. It's impossible to want more. If you retreat now, you'll only lose your identity."
"Fear can only be remembered through bloodshed!"
The soft and charming voice became a little sharp.
"This matter ends here. Leave Dragon Country immediately, or you will not only be hunted by the authorities, but also be stabbed in the back by the Black Pepper Court. Remember, you are just an outsider, and Dragon Country has another one. You have stirred up the situation in Dragon Country, and your reputation has surpassed his. Do you think he will sit idly by and watch?"
"You mean Jiuying!"
Ripples appeared in the air, and Ling Xi suddenly appeared, sitting on the bed with a gloomy expression. He spoke in a deep voice.
"What do you think?"
Ye Feiyang raised his eyebrows.
"I received news that Norman brought people to Dragon Country. You were the one who called them, right?"
Ling Xi's face regained its composure and he spoke calmly.
Ye Feiyang nodded.
"Why were you so worried that I couldn't escape alone that you specifically sent someone to pick me up?"
Ling Xi looked at Ye Feiyang with a hint of amusement on his face.
"You're overthinking it. I didn't call Brother Norman here because of you. And as long as you don't cause any bloodshed, the Dragon Kingdom Tribunal won't hold you hostage. The incident in Bo City has gradually been forgotten by people."
Ye Feiyang shook his head.
"Fear doesn't necessarily require bloodshed to be etched in people's minds. After this battle, I will be the hero who saved the ancient capital, and you can be said to be my background. But whenever the ancient capital is mentioned, they will inevitably think of you. This kind of fear will not dissipate in a short time."
"It's true that you summoned the eight dead kings. People outside still fear the power you wield! Your presence can still terrify people."
Ye Feiyang narrated calmly, and at the end, he sighed.
"So, leave now."
Ling Xi's figure disappeared without a trace.
"This matter is finally coming to an end."
Ye Feiyang sat on the bed, looking out the window quietly and muttering.
soon.
A recording was posted online and instantly became popular on the Internet.
Countless people in the ancient capital spontaneously surrounded the Clock Tower Magic Association.
What's worse, some people hung a big banner at the entrance of the bell tower with the words "Hand over Saran!" written on it in large letters.
In the conference room.
"Salang actually eavesdropped on our conversation and posted the recording online. What is he trying to do? This is a blatant provocation to our major forces!!!"
An old man's chest rose and fell rapidly, and he growled in a low voice with his beard puffing and his eyes glaring.
"Elder Li, please take care of yourself. If Saran is not caught, and he gets mad at you, it will be troublesome."
A middle-aged man with a mustache looked at the old man with a hint of ridicule on his face and said indifferently.
"you"
The old man called Elder Li's eyes suddenly bulged out and he stared at the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man with a mustache glared back, unwilling to be outdone.
The leaders of Du Xiao and Zhu Meng Magic Association and Hunter Alliance sat in their chairs with sullen faces, not saying a word.
Han Ji sat in the first seat with a frown on his face. He looked a little unhappy. That Elder Li was from the Li family of the ancient capital.
The man with the mustache is also from an aristocratic family in the ancient capital, and has conflicts of interest with the Li family.
These are not what annoyed Han Ji the most. What annoyed him the most was that the problem of Saran was not solved.
Now the external threat has not completely disappeared. The army of undead is like a sword hanging around your neck, and the hilt is not in your own hands.
There are actually people who are not aware of the dangers of the situation and are now starting to engage in internal strife.
They are so submissive to the outside world but strike hard at home. When they are asked to deal with the undead, they all think about retreating, and they never miss any opportunity to criticize their political opponents!
Everything I say has to be said in a sarcastic way.
"Hasn't Elder Lingxi arrived yet?"
Han Ji said in a deep voice.
As Han Ji spoke, the scene returned to calm.
Soon a man in a white robe walked out from the shadows and bowed.
"President, Elder Lingxi is missing. Her residence is not where she usually goes."
"Gone!"
Zhu Meng exclaimed subconsciously.
"Could he have been killed by Saran?"
As soon as Zhu Meng's words came out, the faces of the people sitting in the conference room changed, and the shock in their eyes was mixed with a hint of fear.
If it is confirmed that Saran did this, then Lingxi would be the second elder of the Hunter Alliance to die at Saran's hands!
If one elder disappears every day, who will disappear tomorrow?
For a moment, not only did everyone sitting in the conference room feel insecure, but some even reached out to touch their necks to see if their heads were still there.
"Let's put Saran's affairs aside for now. To ensure everyone's safety and to curb Saran's arrogance, everyone should work hard during this period. Sleep in the conference room tonight until the undead retreat."
Han Ji said seriously.
Upon hearing this, everyone nodded in agreement. Saran was in the dark while they were in the light, so it was best for them to huddle together for warmth at this time.
"No, Lingxi's disappearance wasn't because he was killed by Saran. Rather, she was Saran!"
Suddenly, a dull voice sounded from outside the door.
"What!?"
Zhu Meng and others looked towards the door in surprise.
When Han Ji heard the voice, there was some surprise in his eyes, but it was not obvious.