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"": "Stonewall Mountain has been anything but peaceful lately... Another person never came back. Probably dead."
"That Jin Lü spends every night floating around as a flying head. These last two nights, he's even had a dozen or so other flying heads with him."
Inside the Elder Council House at Gui Market.
Long Liang and the elders had gathered, with Wu Dong, the man in charge, at the head of the table.
"Eighteen people. There's no need to keep sending ordinary people to their deaths." Wu Dong pressed his brow and rubbed it several times.
"Move the notice to the end. If that still doesn't work, put it upstairs," Wu Dong said.
The elders all nodded.
Their expressions, however, remained somewhat grave.
"Mr. Long, have you divined any possible answers?" Wu Dong turned to Long Liang again.
"I can't divine anything." Long Liang looked exhausted.
Over the past three days, he had cast well over a hundred hexagrams, nearly draining all his strength.
"What did Fan Jie say?" Wu Dong frowned again.
"Something happened to the Ghost Shrine's acting shrine master, which means trouble for the Hua Family too. Fan Jie keeps making excuses, saying he doesn't dare go back until he finds Luo Bin. So we can't ask the Hua Family to intervene." Long Liang shook his head.
Over the past few days, problems had arisen at Gui Market.
Many people had inexplicably disappeared.
There had been no warning whatsoever. They were perfectly normal when they entered Gui Market, and just as normal when they left.
But afterward, they vanished, leaving neither a living person nor a corpse to be found.
"Could it be the Nether Market? Have they finally lost patience and decided to move against us?" an elder suddenly asked in a rumbling