Hearing the chief executive say the three words Myriad Dao Peak, Liu Ying's eyes instantly lit up.
Then his face became a little more familiar, with a hint of deliberate probing. "So you are Deacon Zhang from Myriad Dao Peak! Do you recognize me?"
"Liu Ying!"
Zhang Zhengyi was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, and then he immediately understood. The smile on his face became more intense, and he quickly complimented him with a very familiar tone. "I recognize him! Junior brother Liu's name has been spread throughout Myriad Dao Peak and beyond. Who doesn't know him at Myriad Dao Peak!"
In fact, Zhang Zhengyi has been stationed in the mine for a hundred years. He only knows who Peak Master is, but he doesn't know who you, Liu Ying, are.
But the compliment was just right and hit Liu Ying's heart.
Liu Ying A faint smile appeared on the corners of his lips, his expression became more and more complacent, and he seemed to glance sideways at the fellow disciples behind him intentionally or unintentionally, implying a bit of showing off.
After scanning around, he looked back and spoke to Zhang Zhengyi in a deep voice:
"Since we are all from the same sect, there is no need to be too courteous. When the matter is urgent, please tell us in detail, what happened to the mining area here? Blood Hand How many bandits came and how did they commit evil?"
When the three of them heard this, they couldn't hold back the fear and grievances they had accumulated for many days. Their eyes immediately turned red and they burst into tears.
The fear and suffering of the past few days all surged up. The three of them talked to each other, with strong fear and grief, and intermittently told the story of Blood Hand Bandit's looting of the mine in detail.
The whole story is almost the same as the information Elder Chen told the sect before going down the mountain.
This group of Blood Hand bandits have been planning for a long time and are by no means a temporary robbery.
As early as half a month ago, there were many seemingly ordinary Rogue Cultivators, refugees infiltrating the Blackrock Mining District, either pretending to be employed miners, or hiding and wandering around the mines.
Quietly, he figured out the mining area's defense formations, duty rotation rules, and the entire process of spiritual stone mining, storage, and transportation.
After everything was properly investigated, the gangsters who were ambushing in the mine quietly contacted the outsiders, cooperated internally and externally, and directly penetrated all the defense lines of the mining area overnight.
The disciples on duty in the sect hurriedly responded to the challenge and retreated steadily. They were unable to withstand the raids of these fierce bandits. The huge mine fell completely in an instant.
Zhang Zhengyi wiped away the muddy tears on his face, and his voice was hoarse and trembling, full of luck and sorrow. "The three of me are also good fortune tellers. On the day of the incident, a batch of refined spiritual stones happened to be hoarded. The three of us set off to escort them back to the sect and were not on duty in the mining area. This way we luckily escaped the most tragic disaster."
The Clear Origin Peak disciple on the side echoed with a wry smile, his tone full of fear. "But when we turned back, we happened to run into the fleeing bandits. The three of us were of low cultivation and were unable to compete, so we had to run away desperately."
"Fortunately, the bandits succeeded in the robbery and were eager to escape with their belongings and had no intention of getting entangled with us. We were able to save our lives."
What he said was so tragic and true that many Heavenly Sword Peak disciples present felt sympathy and even more hatred for this group of brutal bandits.
When Liu Ying heard this, he felt a little more confident. His face immediately put on a calm and measured attitude of setting an example for his fellow disciples. He raised his hand and patted the leader Zhang Zhengyi's shoulder lightly a few times.
After the three people calmed down, they said solemnly, "Three principals, there is no need to panic. I am waiting for Heavenly Sword Peak disciples to come under the order of the sect. Now that we have waited here, the mining area is already safe."
"We will definitely pursue the traces of the remaining bandits who are fleeing, and we will not leave anyone in harm's way. We will avenge the tragic deaths of our colleagues and miners."
After receiving the personal promise from the senior brother Heavenly Sword Peak who led the team, Zhang Zhengyi and the three of them felt reassured and looked overjoyed. They immediately bowed to Liu Ying and thanked them with tears in their eyes.
"Thank you, Junior Brother Liu! Thank you all Heavenly Sword Peak Immortals!"
"Heavenly Sword Peak is famous all over the world, and it will be easy to quell the banditry!"
"When Junior Brother Liu comes, there will be peace in the mine! When Junior Brother Liu comes, there will be blue sky!"
The compliments and thanks came one after another, and every word followed Liu Ying's wishes, making him extremely useful.
Liu Ying had a slight smile on his face and looked calm and content. He did not interrupt the other party's flattery and accepted the respectful compliments of the three people calmly.
This compliment and thank you lasted for a full quarter of an hour, and the atmosphere was warm but slightly draggy.
Qi Shan, who had been standing silently behind him, finally couldn't hold it any longer, stepped forward and interrupted, pointing to the key point:
"Masters, please put aside your polite words for the time being. I see blood everywhere in the mine, and it is extremely tragic. I wonder where the bodies of my colleagues who were killed this time are placed now?"
As soon as these words came out, the noisy thank yous stopped instantly.
Zhang Zhengyi The three of them were relieved when they heard this, and they were worried that they had nothing to say.
The expressions of sadness on the faces of the three people became even more intense, and they hurriedly raised their hands and replied, "What this junior brother said is absolutely true. This banditry was tragic, and a total of more than 70 disciples of the sect were killed in the mining area, and there were countless external miners."
"After the incident, the three of us endured our grief and worked all night to clean up the mess. It took us a whole night to collect the bodies of all the deceased sect members and place them in a resting place in the back mountain."
"If you want to check it out, you might as well come with us."
After saying that, the leader Zhang Zhengyi quickly turned sideways and raised his hand, making a respectful gesture of leading the way.
Liu Ying nodded slightly, with an upright and solemn expression, taking the lead in striding forward, followed by a group of Heavenly Sword Peak disciples, and the group headed towards the back mountain in a mighty manner.
At the end of the team, Zhou Qi walked slowly and looked calm.
He fell behind the crowd and glanced at the three deacons leading the way seemingly casually. Deep in his eyes, a hint of cold vigilance quietly emerged.
He listened to the entire speech in silence.
The three people's explanations were watertight and full of reason. Whether it was the process of the bandits' rebellion or the reasons for their own lucky escapes, they were all perfectly consistent with the sect's intelligence, and there was not a single flaw in them.
But it was such perfection with no flaws, coupled with the deliberate misery along the way, that made him feel that something was wrong.
Above the back mountain, the gloomy wind was stronger than at the bottom, carrying a biting coolness and a faint smell of corpses, whimpering back and forth across the empty mountain flats.
A simple isolation formation is entrenched on the smooth bluestone table. The aura of the formation has long been dimmed and thin, leaving only a crumbling pale white light film that barely isolates the surrounding airflow.
Within the formation, bodies were arranged neatly and densely spread across the entire stone platform. More than seventy corpses were laid out quietly, dead and silent.
All the deceased were wearing Primordial Immortal Sect standard Daoist robes. At a glance, they were all familiar with the sect's clothing, which made people's hearts sink.
Most of them are robes of handyman disciples with rough fabrics and simple patterns. There are more than ten corpses of the Outer Sect disciples scattered here and there, and there are only three inner disciple robes that symbolize the core combat power of the sect.