Chapter 217 Night Talk by the Pot

In the single room of the hotpot restaurant, the little secretary finished ordering the dishes unceremoniously.

"Waiter, please hurry up."

"OK."

Wen Jiu looked helplessly at the little secretary sitting opposite, rubbing his hands excitedly, like flies landing on the balcony.

Hot pot is a good thing. Today Wen Jiu has been busy at Changle University for most of the day. Let alone food, he didn't drink a few sips of water. He is really hungry.

"Wen Jiu, Wen Jiu."

"what?"

"Why are you in Changle University?" The little secretary turned on the phone, and the time and date were displayed on the screen, "Shouldn't you be in the Strategy Academy on weekdays?"

It seems that neither the Strategy Institute nor Mu Shenzhou has disclosed the suspension notice.

"I was suspended from the Strategy Institute."

"ha?"

The little secretary's eyes were staring like duck eggs. It was really hard for her to understand what kind of trouble the students of the Strategy Academy could make to the point of being suspended from school.

It’s not that the quality of the students in the School of Strategy is very high, but that the teaching management model is different from other schools.

For example, the courses of the Strategy Academy are not named at all, and students can freely choose when to go out to explore and execute after obtaining the task.

It's normal to fail a course at the end of the semester, and there is an accident during the task...

After thinking about all the possibilities, the little secretary still didn't understand why Wen Jiu was suspended from school.

"It's quite technically difficult."

"Can this be called technical difficulty..."

Most of the dishes that go with the hot pot are raw food, and the back kitchen has already prepared them simply, simply cut them, and quickly serve them on the table.

Protesting with his stomach growling, Wen Jiu hurriedly put some big meat into the pot, and also ordered hand-rolled noodles, but they haven't brought them yet.

slap~

The little secretary on the opposite side of the table couldn't wait to pry up the can,

The body retreated abruptly, dodging the green onion attack.

"Why are you threatening me with green onions again?"

"Eat something first, don't drink on an empty stomach, or you won't get drunk again and again."

"I'm a good drinker, you know that?"

Stubbornly speaking, the little secretary resisted the temptation and put the soda can aside first.

"Wen Jiu, Wen Jiu, why did you drop out of school?"

"This is a secret. Mu Shenzhou didn't tell it to his family, so how could you inquire about it?"

"We have a stronger relationship than him!"

"Who has a strong relationship with you."

Pour the noodles that the waiter just served into the pot, and it's okay to tell the little secretary about Wen Jiu's suspension from school, because I have seen many storms and waves.

"Actually, the end of the 'Ancestor of the Last Daoist' disaster... this and that... the red wedding dress..."

Briefly explaining the situation at that time, Wen Jiu pinched the head and tail, omitting the special intersection between himself and the red wedding dress, and did not describe the red line on the little finger.

Hearing the psychedelic process, the little secretary was stunned for a while.

She had never heard of the name of the red wedding dress, but when she heard the number 0006 on the Xiesha Most Wanted List, she should know how fierce the guy who appeared next to Wen Jiu was at that time.

"Then the Institute of Strategy suspected that I had betrayed humanity."

"Impossible, nonsense."

"Hahaha... They are worried that I will be infiltrated by evil spirits unintentionally and controlled secretly, so an observation period is needed for regular inspections."

"exactly."

Having come to a reasonable conclusion, the little secretary picked up the fish balls and put them in his mouth, his face convulsed by the heat.

"Huhuha, huh, huh, huh."

After several tosses, the topic returned to the events of the day.

"Wen Jiu really has no idea about the red wedding dress?"

"No, I've only heard about the red wedding dress from my friends. I don't know why something like a derivative of a spell or an avatar suddenly popped up that day."

"Well…"

"That's right. In fact, there is an outline of a female character in red. No one can confirm whether it can correspond to the evil spirit number 0006."

Sigh...

The little secretary nodded, while completely pulling away the half-opened pull ring, and was about to pour wine into the glass, when she suddenly turned sideways to avoid the attack of the green onion.

"Why interrupt me again?!"

"Ask you something."

"Can't you ask questions while drinking?"

"Of course not."

Thinking back to the last two times I saw the little secretary drinking, he was basically drunk after a few drinks.

"I want to ask about the 'Ancestral Witch of the Last Dao'."

Before leaving the Institute of Strategy, Wen Jiu approached Mu Shenzhou to learn about the ins and outs of the 'Wizard Ancestor of the Last Dao', and he did not conceal historical information.

These information cannot be found on the Internet.

For example, if the most wanted list of Xie Sha is made public at will, Xie Sha can easily obtain it, and there may be a situation where a trap is set in reverse to lure those who suppress the dark to take the bait.

The evil god's information cannot be easily disclosed, so as to prevent other evil things from making up their minds.

Wen Jiu, who returned to Changle City, tried to use the Internet to search for evil gods. The source of information was either the official explanation of the word "evil gods", or the old man on the post bar.

The former has as little information as a textbook, while the latter has too little credibility.

Talking about the "Wizard Ancestor of the Last Dao", the little secretary temporarily dismissed the urgent desire to drink, that thing was too heavy for Mu's family and even the nearby cities.

"What do you want to ask?"

"The strength of 'Ancestor of the Last Dao' is too exaggerated..."

When the forbidden land was turbulent and suppressed, Emperor Wuhuang Tianzhang was present, majestic and majestic, bringing excitement and hope to everyone.

Wen Jiu was separated by three to five hundred meters, and he couldn't hear other people talking, except for the voice of the 'Magic Witch Ancestor of the Last Dao', which was not loud, but it spread very far.

It threatened that as long as the half-body seal was removed, Emperor Tianzhang would not dare to approach him ten steps away.

Emperor Wu of Tianzhang didn't comment, and everyone quickly changed the topic to implement a higher-strength seal.

"Really? Is it so strong?"

The Cthulhu level corresponds to the Sun level of the Sower of Darkness. As a master of the middle and upper levels of the Sun level, Tianzhang Martial Emperor should be able to fight even if his body and soul strength cannot match the same level of evils.

"Well... Tianzhang Martial Emperor is actually not the most top-notch existence among the Darkness Sufferers."

The world needs heroes as role models. Top-notch dark fighters such as Tianzhang Wuhuang have illustrious military exploits and are suitable to be portrayed as inspiring characters.

In terms of pure strength alone, of course, the retired seniors who can't retreat are stronger, such as the most senior retired elders in the Mu family.

The recluse is not entangled in too many mundane things, has excellent aptitude, and has more practice time than the Tianzhang Wuhuang who needs to perform social tasks.

Naturally stronger.

"Then... can they fight against the 'Ancestral Witch of the Last Dao'?"

Looking back at the disaster in the forbidden area, the three veterans of the Mu family who had retreated from the mountains made their move, but they just tried their best to maintain the seal and wait for support.

Although unwilling to admit it, the little secretary shook her head.

"I shouldn't be able to beat it. I don't know how much the old seniors can fight against the 'Ancestor of the Last Dao'. If there are only one or two old seniors alone, they will definitely lose."

The "Witch Ancestor of the Last Dao" was an extremely talented practitioner in ancient times, who survived for thousands of years in the state of evil gods. In history, many sects were almost wiped out before they were injured, and finally suppressed by the Mu family.

"It is no longer an evil god in the traditional sense."

"How to say?"

"I have occasionally heard the senior members of the Mu family call it, the ancient evil god..."