The air inside Underground Cave is thick and fishy, which is the residue left after God Demon Aura disperses, mixed with the stench of Daoist Essence Blood and Rotten Chaos Corpse.
Qing Xuzi stood in the pile of rubble. The Tai Chi Dao Robe that symbolized Dao Sect Majesty had long been turned into a few rags hanging on his body. At this time, it was being blown by the air currents in the cave. The old Daoist priest, who had lived for a long time, put his hands in his sleeves, using the cover of his wide sleeves to hold down the fingertips that were still twitching uncontrollably.
The scene just now completely shattered his sixty years of practicing Daoism Qi Cultivation Skill.
That's not suppression, that's eating.
The young man stood there, and what appeared behind him was not Dao Sect Dharma Image, but a Black Prison that would make people Soul Self-Destruction just by looking at it. That only made the whole The top management of the Dao Sect was helpless and regarded God Demon Severed Hand as World-Ending Calamity. In front of that prison, he was as obedient as a child who had made a mistake. He even took the initiative to get into the man's belly with a bit of eagerness to sacrifice.
Qing Xuzi suppressed the surging energy and blood, adjusted his stooped figure, and slapped Fang Mo, who was wiping his palms with his back to him.
"Director Fang is so powerful, I am so impressed..."
The voice was dry, like two pieces of rough sandpaper rubbing against each other. Qing Xuzi lowered his head, avoiding the pair of terrifying eyes that should have returned to normal at this moment, but were still black and white in his mind. "Today. If Prison Overseer hadn't turned the tide, we would have perished here, and Divine Capital would not have been able to escape either. These are World-Saving Merit, Boundless Heavenly Venerate."
Fang Mo turned around.
There was not much blood on his palm, and the severed hand was completely devoured, but he still slowly rubbed his palm on a relatively clean rock, his movements as meticulous as if he were wiping an antique that he had just played with.
"The Daoist priest's words sound familiar."
Fang Mo didn't look at Qing Xuzi, his eyes wandered over the few broken Formation Base Pillars around him that were still emitting a faint aura. "A big hat like Salvation is too heavy and weighs down on the neck. Merit is even more insubstantial, invisible and intangible. It cannot be exchanged for a bottle of wine from Spring Breeze Tower."
He walked up to Qing Xuzi, and regardless of whether he was an expert in Dao Sect Elder or Divine Treasure Realm, he raised his hand and patted the dusty old Daoist Robe.
Snap, snap.
There were two soft sounds, Qing Xuzi's muscles all over his body tensed up, and his knees made an overwhelming sound, and he almost knelt down. Where was the young man's hand, it was clearly a Mount Sumeru pressing down on his shoulders.
"I remember that before going down the well, the Daoist priest made a wish." Fang Mo took back his hand and said in a calm voice, "After the thing is done, Dao Sect Scripture Pavilion, the first three floors can be read by me?"
"It's natural..." Qing Xuzi gritted his molar teeth and forced himself to stay still, his eyelids twitching wildly. "I'll keep my word. After returning to the mountain, I will immediately send the order to Block C, Room Shen prison."
"No rush." Fang Mo patted Qing Xuzi on the shoulder. The force of the pat almost made the already weak old Daoist priest almost sit back on the ground, "Except Scripture Pavilion, I think the Demon Suppression Division underground Formation material is pretty good. I think it's almost broken, and keeping it is a waste. Why don't you let my people move it back to repair it and make do with it?"
Qing Xuzi and Duan Tianya, who had just woken up, changed their expressions at the same time.
The Formation materials in the ground are all Ten Thousand Year Black Iron and Deep Sea Silver, and each piece is priceless. Fang Mo is not repairing, it is clearly to dig up the foundation of Demon Suppression Division!
"Director Fang, this..." Duan Tianya coughed up a mouthful of blood. Just as he was about to speak, he was blocked by Fang Mo's cold gaze.
"Duan Commander, if I were you, I wouldn't feel sorry for a few pieces of broken Shitou right now." Fang Mo pointed to the top of his head, "Although the earthquake has stopped, this mess will not end well. So many people died, even Deputy Commander was broken. If the One Above is held accountable, there must be an explanation, right?"
Duan Tianya was shocked. Yes, compared to the loss of materials, how to explain to Imperial Court is a big trouble.
"What does Director Fang mean?" Duan Tianya asked tentatively.
"Zhou Tong colluded with Demon to destroy the seal, causing Demonic Energy to leak." Fang Mo came with his mouth open, and the script was written fluently, "Duan Commander and Dao Sect All the masters resisted desperately and were seriously injured. At the critical moment, thanks to the help of Prison Overseer with the secret treasure passed down from his family, the situation was able to be stabilized. As for Demon Hand... naturally, he was shattered by thunder in the melee and was wiped out."
These words placed all the blame on the dead Zhou Tong, and distributed the credit to all the living people present.
Duan Tianya and Qing Xuzi looked at each other and saw the movement in each other's eyes.
It's a win-win.
Not only did he save face, he also made a great contribution. The only price was the "waste" underground and the "hand" swallowed by Fang Mo.
"Director Fang is highly righteous!" Duan Tianya took a deep breath and clasped his fists, "Demon Suppression Division will bear in mind what happened today. That Zhou Tong died innocently, and I will have his evidence of guilt sent to Ministry of Justice later."
"That's very good." Fang Mo smiled.
He doesn't care about fame, he cares about actual benefits. That hand has entered his belly and become his strength, which is enough. As for any credit, it is just a bargaining chip used to exchange for more resources.
"Then it's settled." Fang Mo turned around and walked towards the exit, "I'll ask someone to make a list later and send the 'waste' I want to Heavenly Prison. Oh, by the way, Nine Revolutions Soul Returning Pill, Daoist priest, don't forget to send two more. I ate the one just now as a jelly bean, but it didn't taste."
Qing Xuzi stumbled and almost vomited blood.
Eat them as jelly beans? That's a magic pill that can buy your life! Two more?!
But looking at Fang Mo's tall and straight back, he could only grit his teeth and swallow it.
"Here... Pindao, just come back and join us..."
When we returned to the ground, the rain had stopped.
Although the sky is still gloomy, the oppressive sense of doom in people's hearts has dissipated.
Fang Mo stood in the square of Demon Suppression Division and took a deep breath of the moist air with the smell of earth. Gallbladder Meridian in his body was continuously generating new power, nourishing his limbs and bones.
He feels that his current condition is better than ever.
"Boss!"
Qian Dagui, who had been waiting at the door for a long time, saw Fang Mo coming out, and immediately rolled over with his fat body on his face, his face full of anxiety.
"What's wrong?" Fang Mo glanced at Qian Dagui and found that the fat man didn't bring an abacus, which was strange.
"Something happened!" Qian Dagui lowered his voice and leaned into Fang Mo's ear, "Palace is coming. It's not Eunuch Liu, it's... Crown Prince's people over there. They said they want to summon you to the palace to meet the Saint!"
"Crown Prince?" Fang Mo raised his eyebrows.
Old Emperor is not dead yet, but Crown Prince is anxious to see this "cool official" like him?
It seems that the Divine Capital water is deeper than he imagined. And his chess piece is no longer just a chess piece after swallowing the hand.
He might be the one who flips the chessboard over.
"Why are you panicking?" Fang Mo straightened his tattered official robes, with a playful smile on his lips, "Let's go back to Heavenly Prison and change clothes. Since Your Highness wants to see you, let's go and see you. Just as it happens, I haven't been to that Golden Palace yet, and I don't know if Dragon Throne's butt is being hurt by sitting there."