After leaving Spirit-Sealing Abyss, dusk has sunk to the bottom, leaving only the last trace of dark red on the horizon.
Zhou Qi quickened his pace and ran along the mountain road in the direction of the Outer Sect.
He did not go back to his residence first, but walked directly towards the Mission Hall.
When he was approaching the door of the Mission Hall, he stood sideways in the shadow of the doorpost and took out a Image Recording Stone from his arms.
He held the stone tightly, and injected a wisp of Spiritual Power from his palm. The lines on the surface suddenly lit up with a very faint silver light, and then disappeared.
Image Recording Stone is also a spiritual stone. After activation, it can record scenes within a radius of ten feet for an hour from God's perspective.
Zhou Qi stuffed Image Recording Stone into his arms, then pushed the door open and entered.
The lobby is still very empty. Outer Sect disciples rarely have tasks that require Mission Hall registration.
Only his task of paying items needs to be registered.
Zhou Qi looked around and saw the disciple who entered Outer Sect in the same batch this time.
The other party's schoolwork should be doing odd jobs at the Cultivation Arts Hall, which is a relatively easy job.
At this time, he was holding a stack of information with one arm and flipping through it. He seemed to notice someone coming in and raised his head.
Their eyes collided in the dim light.
This time, he smiled at Zhou Qi and nodded lightly.
Zhou Qi nodded slightly in response.
Then Zhou Qi looked away and cast his gaze behind the counter.
The old deacon sat there, his posture was no different from before, but his eyes were always staring at Zhou Qi.
The moment he saw Zhou Qi come in, the old deacon couldn't help but swallow his saliva.
Zhou Qi took all of this into consideration with a calm expression on his face.
He strode over, stood in front of the counter, looked at the old deacon, and spoke:
"Deacon, hand over the task."
A smile appeared on the old deacon's face.
"Okay, okay!" His voice was a little higher than usual, showing a sense of enthusiasm, "You have worked hard, come here, let me take a look."
Zhou Qi took off the cloth bag from his waist and placed it on the counter.
But he didn't push it directly. Instead, he opened the mouth of the bag, took out the spiritual stones inside one by one, and stacked them neatly on the counter.
The old deacon glanced at the spirit stone, smiled "haha" again, and then brought the spirit stone in front of him.
He did not examine the stones one by one as carefully as usual, but only took a cursory glance, then gathered the spiritual stones to the side of the counter and stuffed them into a wooden box that had been prepared.
Then he took out a small cloth bag from under the counter and pushed it in front of Zhou Qi.
There are twenty Merit Crystal in the bag, the same as yesterday.
"Junior brother, you have been working really hard these days." The old deacon's tone was warm, as if an elder was caring about the younger generation, "Spirit-Sealing Abyss That place is no better than other places..."
Zhou Qi took Merit Crystal and said nothing.
The old deacon didn't care and continued speaking a little faster than usual:
"Hey, have you heard? Yesterday, two Outer Sect disciples had a private fight and accidentally killed one of them. Enforcement Hall also came. It was such a big battle..."
As he spoke, he pursed his lips in the direction of the door, as if sharing a fresh and hot gossip.
Zhou Qi There is no looking back.
He looked at the old deacon, expressionless, waiting for him to finish.
The old deacon's voice gradually became lower, and he felt a little uncomfortable looking at those calm eyes, and the smile on his face began to freeze.
"Butler."
Zhou Qi spoke, with an attitude of no interest at all,
"You haven't registered for the next mission."
The old deacon was stunned for a moment.
Then he slapped his forehead suddenly, and the smile on his face became even more exaggerated, with a bit of annoyance and a bit of inexplicable guilt:
"Oops! Look at my memory! I was so busy chatting with you that I almost forgot about the real thing! Hahaha..."
The laughter was dry and echoed in the empty lobby, making it particularly harsh.
He bent down and pulled out a brand new register from under the counter.
The cover of the album has a dark yellow luster and sharp edges. It has obviously never been turned.
It's not the previous one, this is a new one.
Mission Hall's registration book and registration pen are both specially made Law Artifact. Once registered, they will not be erased.
This was specially forged by Xuanye Peak to prevent the mission from being modified at will.
Zhou Qi's eyes paused on the booklet for a moment, but he did not speak to remind him.
The old deacon opened the book and took out a matching magic pen.
He made a mark on the book.
The golden light flashed and the ink solidified on the paper, leaving a neat mark.
Registration successful.
Zhou Qi nodded without saying another word.
He turned around and strode towards the door.
The gray robe was flying behind him, and his steps were steady, exactly the same as when he came.
Behind him, the old deacon sat behind the counter, watching the figure disappear out the door.
The moment the door closed, the smile on his face seemed to be wiped instantly.
He reached out and touched his forehead, his hands were covered with sweat.
He glanced down at the new booklet, and then at the old booklet in the corner of the counter that hadn't been put away yet.
Then he took out the old album and stuffed the new one into his arms.
After doing all this, he let out a long breath, as if a heavy burden had been lifted.
Mission Hall became quiet again.
The old deacon sat quietly inside for another quarter of an hour, then stood up, straightened his clothes, and walked out through the side door.
In front of Elder Ning's courtyard, the old deacon pushed open the door and entered.
Seeing someone coming in, Ning Yuanshan glanced at the person, and then the corners of his mouth curved slightly.
"Is it done?"
The old deacon stepped forward quickly, stood in front of the stone table, took out the new booklet from his sleeve, and handed it over with both hands.
"It's done, Elder Ning, this is the new registration book."
Ning Yuanshan glanced at it, then closed the book, put it on the table, and looked up at the old deacon.
"Well done."
The old deacon's back relaxed slightly, and then he spoke again, "Elder, I've lost a new register. I'm afraid it won't be correct when the accounts are checked."
The registration book of the Mission Hall is an important blank voucher for the sect, and each book is numbered.
Elder Ning chuckled, "Don't worry, I will just report the damage to you."
The old deacon breathed a sigh of relief.
With Elder Outer Sect in charge, if a blank voucher is damaged, it won't cause much trouble.
"Thank you, elder." He bowed deeply.
Elder Ning waved his hand and stopped looking at him.
The old deacon took two steps back, turned around, and walked quickly out of the yard.
At this time, in a remote corner of a residence, Zhou Qi was sitting cross-legged indoors, with all Divine Sense resting on Ning Yuanshan.
After watching every move of the two people, Zhou Qi raised the corners of his mouth slightly, but there was a hint of murderous intent in his eyes.
If the fish is hooked, let's wait and see the effect tomorrow.