Clang!
The sound of a table being slammed came.
The old man’s angry roar came again, “What the hell are you all still standing around for? Go and check! Which Judicator under those bastards from Nine Hells is it?!”
The entire floor of the Ninth Division was silent, no one dared to breathe heavily.
Just as it was quiet, a grinning voice came.
“I was wondering who peed so yellow in the toilet today, smelling so angry, turns out it’s my dear Old Master Wang!”
The sound of playing Snake was mixed in with the voice.
Fang Xin pricked up his ears and listened. Besides Bai Mao Zai, who else could it be with that smirking voice?
The old man’s voice was noticeably much gentler, “Why aren’t you at the Northern Battlefield? What are you doing back here?”
“The Eternal Night Army beat me silly! They don’t know what the square root of twenty-five is!”
“What do you mean?”
“They don’t Lecture Five!”
The hot-tempered old man grumbled, “Little Bai Mao, if you keep making up nonsense, I’ll beat you!”
Bai Mao Zai said with a grin, “Old Master, don’t be angry yet. The Eternal Night Army can’t handle it, they said they’re inviting a Heavenly King over! Aren’t I here to get reinforcements?!”
“Is this news confirmed?”
“Absolutely confirmed. I disguised myself as a guard at the door during their meeting and listened from beginning to end. Old Master, why don’t you come with me and fight a Heavenly King from the Eternal Night Army to vent your anger?”
After a few seconds of silence, the old man said, “Alright! Gong Siyuan!”
Gong Siyuan hurriedly said, “Old Master, I’m here!”
“Within three days! No! Within one day! I don’t care how you do it! You must find out which Judicator from Nine Hells it is! Otherwise, you can stop being a deputy director!”
“Understood!”
Bai Mao Zai said with a grin, “Old Master, let’s go!”
“Wait a moment, no rush. I just arrived. Didn’t Old Ye insert someone into the Ninth Division? I heard he’s his grand-nephew or something? Where is he? Bring him over, I want to see what he looks like!”
Fang Xin was sitting in his office, pricking up his ears to listen to gossip, not expecting it to involve him.
Just as he was pondering, a hand appeared in the void, fumbled around, and then grabbed Fang Xin’s shoulder, pulling him out.
Fang Xin’s vision blurred, and when he reappeared.
He saw Bai Mao Zai playing Snake on an antique phone he’d found somewhere.
Standing next to him was an old man with silver hair, dressed in a neat Tang suit. He looked thin and gaunt, with many age spots on his face. His entire being exuded an extremely sharp aura, a feeling so clear that it seemed getting too close to him would tear one into shreds by the chaotic energy.
“A Xin, this is Old Master Wang, an elder from the Divine Court era, the predecessor of the Ninth Division! He’s also a living fossil of our Ninth Division!”
The old man looked Fang Xin up and down, “What’s your name?”
“Hello, Old Master, my name is Fang Xin!”
“Fang Xin? Strength-based?”
Although it was a very short sentence, Fang Xin heard it clearly. The old man’s words were full of contempt for Strength-based Mangfu.
“Yes!”
Old Master Wang simply said, “Alright, work hard. In the Ninth Division, if you have the ability, you can climb as high as you want. If you don’t, pack your bags and get out early!
Let’s go, little Bai Mao!”
Bai Mao Zai played the game with one hand and supported Old Master Wang’s arm with the other.
Their bodies quickly blurred, and the next second, Bai Mao Zai disappeared from the spot with Old Master Wang.
Sikong Zhao twisted open his thermos and took a sip, leisurely saying, “That little Bai Mao’s spatial ability is truly good. If he were to deliver express packages or food, he’d make a fortune!”
Fang Xin couldn’t help but glance at the chubby Sikong Zhao, muttering in his heart, A genius!
“Everyone, disperse. Go back to your own business!” Sikong Zhao called out.
Fang Xin returned to his office, sat back down at his desk, opened his computer, and continued to use his authority to view the detailed case files of his parents.
Unexpectedly, the case files also pointed to that sunny doll and indicated a connection to Nili Hall. The description of Nili Hall was mostly consistent with what Fang Xin already knew, with only some minor differences in detail.
The material showed that many years ago, Nili Hall resurfaced, abducted many children, and massacred many high-level talents.
Fang Xin cross-referenced that time period, which perfectly matched the period when Allie’s parents went missing.
In addition, Fang Xin also caught a very important point.
Nili Hall was indeed smashed to smithereens in the last century. The sister of the Palace Master of Nili Hall then hooked up with an organization, and Nili Hall also became a subordinate branch of that organization.
Fang Xin instantly recalled what Ji Yuan had told him before: the people who got Fang Xin’s father’s laboratory were not Nili Hall, but some of those people were caught by Ji Yuan while they were… with the Palace Master of Nili Hall.
Following the information, Fang Xin continued to scroll down, only then seeing the name of that organization.
Worship Night Sect!
But the introduction to this organization was only a few lines.
Fang Xin scanned it at a glance and couldn't help but frown. These people not only abducted children but also used live sacrifices, and some even ate people.
Furthermore, in the highlighted section of the Worship Night Sect’s introduction, several words were conspicuously written: The Worship Night Sect does not worship the night, but an evil god capable of bringing eternal night.
Fang Xin couldn’t help but be stunned again at this point.
He immediately recalled that during the escort mission, the Palace Master of Nili Palace had personally intervened, and during that time, she summoned a Six-Eyed Deity. That Six-Eyed Deity clearly wasn’t anything righteous or good, and was later directly twisted into a pool of blood by the King of Slaughter. Fang Xin hasn't even finished devouring it yet.
Fang Xin tapped his fingers lightly on the desktop. This organization worships an evil god that can bring eternal night, but Old Master Ye had told Fang Xin before that what brings eternal night is a very strange virus.
Combining the two, could it be that this organization worships that virus? Or is it the source of this virus?
Fang Xin felt as if he had grasped some truth.
Continuing to look through the information, he found that the specific location of this organization was completely unknown, even unknowable. They seemed to be omnipresent, and there was a note in the information, speculating that the organization's location should be within a mustard-seed type treasure.
Fang Xin immediately thought of Long Fuling’s small courtyard. Wasn’t it just a small courtyard-like treasure shrunk countless times?
If that were the case, finding this organization would be as difficult as ascending to heaven. Even a place of normal size would take some effort to find, let alone a place the size of a mustard seed.
Just as he was grimacing, looking at the information and pondering countermeasures.
His phone vibrated. He pulled it out and was stunned after seeing the message.