Zhan Shen: It’s Just a Sacrifice, How Can I Become a Villain?

176: Do I have a habit of arriving early?Deep within the mountains, inside a dilapidated church, Yue Huai sat on the highest throne, his brows furrowed into a ‘Chuan’ character.

Beside him, Qian Mo sat uneasily, stealing a glance at Yue Huai before quickly averting his gaze.

Bang!

Yue Huai slammed his fist heavily on the armrest, “I don’t understand!”

“The Ancient God Church dispatched three Ancient Gods simultaneously, yet we ended up in such a state, as if the small Zhaijie Institute spells doom for us.”

“Back then, our Ancient God Church slew Bai Ze, fought countless battles, and stirred up the winds and clouds of Great Xia, but now, in one battle, we’ve been beaten like stray dogs by the Night Watchers, Qian Mo, what do you have to say?”

Qian Mo felt a chill run down his neck, “Lord Yue Huai, the situation is like this: we encountered Zhou Ping, and he came with the Spirit Medium Squad.”

“Zhou Ping?” Yue Huai looked at Qian Mo with some surprise, “The Zhaijie Institute is Master’s territory, what is Zhou Ping doing there?”

“That, I’m not sure either.” Qian Mo said, biting the bullet and lying; he absolutely dared not reveal the truth.

If Lord Yue Huai knew that he and Whisper had conspired to betray Song Zhong’s actions to the Night Watchers, the consequences would be unimaginable.

“You’re not hiding something from me, are you?” Yue Huai leaned forward, “A human ceiling and a special squad appearing simultaneously, such things are not common.”

“This…” Qian Mo was very nervous, “Perhaps Master is temporarily away, and Ye Fan asked them to come and help guard it.”

“Hehe, a configuration of this caliber is rare.”

Seeing Yue Huai questioning him thoroughly, Qian Mo had no choice but to change the subject.

“It’s already this late, why isn’t Song Zhong here yet?”

As soon as Qian Mo finished speaking, a cold wind swept through the entire dilapidated temple.

The old bells hanging on the stone pillars clanged wildly in the cold wind, as if performing a symphony of destruction.

Outside the desolate, dilapidated church, a crowd of shadowy figures had appeared at some unknown time.

They wore loose black robes, their faces completely hidden by large black hoods.

These people were like ghosts, making no sound as they walked on the ground, and even more strangely, their steps were exactly identical.

Although the crowd’s arrangement was chaotic, their steps were synchronized.

And at the very front of these people was none other than Song Zhong.

Qian Mo was a bit strange, where did these people come from?

Prisoners from the Zhaijie Institute?

But how could those guys be so obedient?

In contrast, Yue Huai’s face was so gloomy it looked like water droplets were about to fall.

Yue Huai’s eyes narrowed, “Song Zhong, you are late.”

Although he didn’t know what had happened, he could feel that today’s Song Zhong was somewhat off.

In Song Zhong’s eyes, Yue Huai saw a hint of disdain.

A greenhorn, a wet-behind-the-ears brat, actually dared to disdain him?

What a joke, when I, the dignified founder of the Ancient God Church, was rampaging throughout Great Xia, you weren’t even born yet.

However, recalling the scene in Cangnan that day when Song Zhong unleashed his Divine Might, Yue Huai decided to endure it for now.

But soon, a single sentence from Song Zhong infuriated him.

“Hehehe, do I have a habit of arriving early?”

Song Zhong took one step and arrived in front of the throne, leaning back and crossing his legs.

Those black-robed figures stood silently in the center of the church hall.

“What do you mean by bringing so many people?” Yue Huai asked.

“Hehehe, don’t be so angry, these are my newly developed followers! Look, aren’t their qualities pretty good?” Song Zhong looked at Yue Huai with a playful gaze.

“Oh? All these are? It seems you gained a lot at the Zhaijie Institute.” Yue Huai nodded.

“The greater the risk, the greater the reward. I almost lost half my life at the Zhaijie Institute.” Song Zhong’s tone grew colder, “I think Qian Mo should be very clear about the whole story, right?”

Song Zhong shifted his gaze to Qian Mo, and Qian Mo suddenly felt a jolt in his heart.

Could it be that Song Zhong knew about Whisper’s and his conspiracy?

But Song Zhong shouldn’t have any evidence, right?

Thinking of this, Qian Mo felt a little relieved.

“Um, Song Zhong, it was indeed my fault at the time, but that was the Great Xia Sword Saint Zhou Ping, I couldn’t defeat him, so escaping at that time was also out of necessity for me.”

“Moreover, I also led away the Spirit Medium Squad. I thought with your and Whisper’s strength, you should be able to retreat unscathed from Zhou Ping’s hands.”

Qian Mo fully demonstrated his ability to be thick-skinned, confessing his escape.

Song Zhong sneered at Qian Mo, “Hehehe, is that all you have to say?”

“Song Zhong, I know you resent me, but I was forced to at the time, sigh!” Qian Mo beat his chest and stomped his feet, showing a look of deep regret, “If heaven gave me another chance to choose, I would definitely fight alongside you.”

Clap clap clap!

Song Zhong clapped his hands, “That’s really good! Your skill at feigning ignorance is truly impressive.”

“What are you talking about?” Qian Mo played dumb.

“Don’t tell me you don’t know that Whisper wanted me to die in the Zhaijie Institute from the start?” Song Zhong continued, “He deliberately revealed my plan to the Night Watchers, otherwise, how could Zhou Ping and the Spirit Medium Squad have come to reinforce simultaneously?”

“Song Zhong, what are you saying? Don’t speak carelessly without evidence!” Qian Mo’s face flushed slightly, and he quickly denied it.

“Evidence? Do you think I don’t have any? Shen Qingzhu, come here!”

At Song Zhong’s command, one person immediately stepped out from the crowd.

Shen Qingzhu removed his hood, revealing a pale face, and in his hand was a box.

He slowly opened the box, inside lay a ring.

That was the [Nightmare Ring] Whisper had given him for communication.

“Reporting to the three sirs, this [Nightmare Ring] contains all my conversations and images with Whisper.”

After speaking, Shen Qingzhu handed the box to Song Zhong.

Song Zhong toyed with the [Nightmare Ring], looking at Qian Mo with a half-smile, “I wonder if you’re interested in the contents within?”

“This… Haha, I didn’t expect this operation to have such complex hidden details, but Song Zhong, I really didn’t know!”

Qian Mo was somewhat flustered. Yue Huai glanced at Qian Mo and said, “Alright! Song Zhong, since Whisper is already dead, I think we should let this matter go. He has already paid the price.”

“Paid the price? Do you know, I almost didn’t make it back.”

Song Zhong’s attitude was very firm, and Yue Huai felt a little guilty.

He knew Whisper would definitely make a move against Song Zhong, but he didn’t expect Whisper to play such a big game.

“I will compensate you, Song Zhong!” Yue Huai said.

“Compensate? What will you compensate with?” Song Zhong laughed.

“You name a condition, as long as I can do it, I will agree to it!” Yue Huai said helplessly.