He looked up and saw a young man wearing ill-fitting clothes, carrying a big guy who had fallen asleep. Behind them stood the transformed "White Fiend," standing steadily on the roof ten meters away.

 

His smile was calm and relaxed.

 

Chronicle Brother stared at him silently without moving.

 

After a few seconds, he couldn't hold it anymore:

 

"Brother, no, Chronicle Brother, please save me. These two gentlemen are about to break my neck."

 

Chronicle Brother turned his head and saw Ba Ye hugging the half of the soul-locking chain, which happened to be wrapped around the neck of the young driver he had seen before.

 

At the same time, a thin and tall old Taoist with sunken cheeks, a pale face, and no vitality, was also holding a tendon of some unknown animal, which was tied around his neck along with the soul-locking chain.

 

Yes, this world actually had a series of cards related to Buddhism, Taoism, Confucianism, and military.

 

On the one hand, after years of archaeological research, although the mythologists had not pieced together complete deities and knew nothing about the mythological system, they still made some guesses and created some seemingly true but false settings.

 

Such as Buddhism, Taoism, Confucianism, and military…

 

Although their understanding of these sects and schools was not as much as the children who loved history before Chronicle Brother crossed over, and it was mixed with a lot of false information and fabrication.

 

But for the people of Jiuzhou, who had lost their myths, had a historical gap, and were trapped in card-making, this was also a significant breakthrough.

 

Just like dreaming, it was based on things one had seen, but rearranged or logically extended.

 

Card-making was also the same.

 

If you didn't have the concept of "Taoist" or "monk" in your mind, you couldn't create cards like "Lame Taoist" or "Leper Monk."

 

If you couldn't grasp the basic information of "Confucianism" or "military," you couldn't even talk about "Great Scholar Wenxin" or "Nine-Fingered Martial Saint."

 

Many times, the people of Jiuzhou, who were full of imagination and creativity, lacked this "catalyst."

 

As long as they had a starting point, they could use their own intelligence and logic to design stories and create extremely stunning cards.

 

But they had given up hope for a complete mythological system and character information.

 

Even after hundreds of years, no matter how strong their perseverance and patience were, they had been exhausted.

 

Even the Foolish Old Man Moving Mountains could see the earth and stones being carried away, but this so-called myth and historical research was simply a bottomless pit.

 

Countless manpower and resources had been invested over hundreds of years, but there was no result at all.

 

"Even the information about sects like 'Taoism' and 'Buddhism,' which countless scholars have painstakingly discovered and connected, is full of tricks…"

 

Various conspiracy theories that Chronicle Brother had recently seen on the forum quickly flashed through his mind, and he shook his head, pulling his attention back.

 

Without any surprises, the old Taoist full of gloom in front of him should be the "old man" mentioned by the principal.

 

Although he was called an old Taoist, his appearance and attire were quite different from the Taoist priests in Chronicle Brother's memory.

 

Naturally, his equipment would not be the Three Pure Bells or the Peach Wood Sword, but a wide-backed ghost head machete and a purple-black small flag entwined with tortured souls.

 

Under his white eyebrows, his eyes were completely black, without a trace of white, and there was no righteousness of "Uncle Nine," only a strong sense of security completely subverted.

 

"Ba Ye, loosen the chain a little, but don't let it go completely."

 

After saying this in his heart, Chronicle Brother turned his head to look at the eerie old Taoist, "This… Taoist…"

 

Before he could finish speaking, the old Taoist cleverly released Chen Mang, then exerted a little force, causing the tendon to wrap around his own forearm again.

 

After thinking for a moment, he reached out and pressed Chen Mang's shoulder with one hand.

 

Then his gaze fell on Chronicle Brother, who was straightening his clothes, and Black Osiris standing beside him.

 

Especially on Ba Ye, he stayed for a long time, and finally showed an expression of confusion.

 

"Alright, you can speak now."

 

Chronicle Brother turned his head to look at Chen Mang and said calmly.

 

"Brother, don't be agitated. We are on the same side."

 

He said, summoning a storage equipment card with his hand, and then took out a tightly wrapped document from it.

 

To prevent any poison on it, Ba Ye took the document, and Chronicle Brother leaned over to take a look.

 

The owner of this document was named "Chen Yuan," and the attached passport photo seemed to be quite old, estimated to be a child of eleven or twelve years old.

 

The eyebrows, eyes, and jaw were all very similar to the Chen Mang in front of him.

 

As for the name on the document…

 

"Special Action Commissioner of the Jiuzhou Card Craftsman Association…"

 

Chronicle Brother read the line of text on the cover, his gaze flickering slightly, and then looked at the seal on the last page, not saying anything.

 

He just let Ba Ye throw the document back.

 

Chen Mang accurately caught it and carefully put it away, not daring to make any mistakes.

 

After all, it concerned his own life.

 

"Brother, the association's documents are specially made, and the seal is bound to a certain important person's card, so it cannot be counterfeited. Now, do you believe it?" he said somewhat helplessly.

 

Chronicle Brother didn't say whether he believed it or not, and he didn't mean to let the old Taoist and Ba Ye completely release Chen Mang.

 

After sighing lightly, Chen Mang slowly spoke, "I actually came to find you this time with a mission."

 

"What mission?" Chronicle Brother asked while regaining his mental power."The people above asked me to give this to you, or rather…" He spoke, glancing back at the eerie old Taoist behind him, "The person behind you has a message."

 

"The Jingxing Sect has been active again recently, and they are likely targeting the Land of Peach. Be extra vigilant."

 

Upon hearing this, Chronicle nodded.

 

The revival of the Jingxing Sect was indeed no small matter.

 

Although many people looked down on these surrenderers, in terms of sheer power, they were actually stronger than evil organizations of the same level like the Lost Paradise and the Fusion Sect.

 

After all, these people were not fools.

 

If there weren't huge benefits involved, why would they act as the vanguard and lackeys for the Jing demons when they temporarily couldn't enter the Blue Star?

 

"The only place where the myths have been severed for unknown reasons is the Blue Star. There are still some history and myths remaining in the Jing. Although there are no special blessings on the Blue Star, these ready-made stories are very attractive to most people."

 

"The Jingxing Sect is willing to be the Jing demons' pawn for these reasons."

 

"It's hard to say, but their advantage is too great. If it weren't for their unrighteous hearts, being despised by all of humanity, and facing periodic purges by the Card Master Alliance and the Nine Provinces, their current scale would be terrifying."

 

Chronicle thought to himself, shifting his gaze back to Chen Mang.

 

"If you're delivering a message, a note would have sufficed. Why all this?" He asked, somewhat puzzled.

 

"This… I don't know either…"

 

Chen Mang smacked his lips, his eyebrows furrowed, looking quite troubled, "But given that old ghost's character, he's probably scheming against someone."

 

(End of Chapter)