Practice Remembering You

--- Half an hour ago, outside Zhuiming City---

"Pah~"

A pair of black boots stepped on the grass. Looking up, it was the evil cultivator who almost killed Shi Dongdong before.

He is now much stronger than before, his true qi is stronger, and the resentful death aura on his body is even more terrifying. With his current strength, he is not afraid even if he meets Shi Dongdong in his prime.

The soul flag floating beside him has undergone obvious changes compared to before. It was black at first, but now the outer edge of the soul flag has turned blood red. Blood is still dripping from the bottom of the soul flag, and there are no longer densely covered human heads on it, but much fewer than before.

But if you look closely, every head inside has a hideous look and is extremely ferocious. As long as they get a little closer to each other, they will start fighting without mercy.

The evil cultivator had been searching for Shi Dongdong for a long time. When he decided to look for Shi Dongdong, he had already started to deduce his whereabouts, but it was impossible to do it in too much detail because the dynasty was too big.

(The Dayan Dynasty has five regions, divided into East, West, South, North, and Central. Each region has five states, also divided into East, West, South, North, and Central. Each state has ten thousand cities, each city has ten counties, each county has ten townships, each township has one hundred villages, and each village has at least one hundred people.)

Although it is impossible to do it in too much detail, the general direction can still be deduced. The evil cultivator started deducing from Xu Men Mountain in Zhongzhou of the Northern Region, and the final result of the deduction was the Eastern Region, Dongzhou, and the edge of the Endless Sea.

So the evil cultivator immediately ran over there without stopping. After spending several years to arrive here, he found that the result covered the twelve cities here.

The evil cultivator didn't know where exactly he was, so he could only use the most stupid method and search one place at a time.

During the search process, the evil cultivator would occasionally make sacrifices to increase his own strength. Sometimes he would sacrifice a few villages, and sometimes he would sacrifice an entire township. As for the city level, he would not dare to touch it.

It's not that he can't handle it. The city lords here have low cultivation levels. Most of them are only at the fourth level, and there are very few at the fifth level. They are very weak to him, and he can easily kill them.

The reason why he didn't take action was mainly because of two reasons. First, he was looking for someone now. If he suddenly massacred the city, he might be discovered by Shi Dongdong.

The second, and more important point, is that the city level is different from the township and village levels. These levels are connected to each other. If you attack a city, other cities within a certain range will also receive the news, and you will soon be besieged.

The evil cultivator looked at the Zhuiming City in front of him. This was the seventh city he was about to investigate. He had learned in advance before coming here that the leader of this city had a fifth-level cultivation level. Although he was not afraid, he still had to be cautious.

He flipped his right hand and a soul-covering pill appeared. He swallowed it in one gulp, and the spiritual fluctuations on his body disappeared immediately, as if he were just a mortal.

Then he turned around and transformed into an old man with a sage-like appearance. The soul flag became bigger and fell into his hand. He shook it lightly, and the soul flag's aura was restrained, transforming into a fortune-telling flag.

The evil cultivator walked into the city in such a swagger.

---City Lord's Mansion---

A tall, half-naked monk was practicing. From the walnut-sized mini official seal floating next to him, it could be seen that he was the city lord, Tucun.

Tucun, who was practicing quietly, frowned slightly, stopped practicing, and opened his eyes that were emitting a pale white light.

Just now, he felt a very strange wave entering the city. This wave made him feel uncomfortable, and he didn't know where it was.

He immediately expanded his spiritual consciousness, and in just a moment, the vast spiritual consciousness enveloped the entire Zhuiming City.

All of a sudden, all kinds of living beings in the city appeared in the city lord's mind. Some people were laughing, some were cursing, some were happy, some were sad, some were doing good things, some were doing harm in secret, and so on... Even some private matters that should not be revealed could not escape Tucun's divine sense observation.

However, he had seen too many of these pictures and didn't care about them at all. He just wanted to find out the source of the fluctuations that made him uncomfortable.

Tucun's spiritual sense first observed the female cultivator in the Mo Mansion. To Tucun, this woman had been recuperating in the Mo Mansion since she came here five years ago. Even when she went out with the eldest daughter of the Mo family, she did not do anything to the people in the city.

She did not cause trouble in his city, nor did she have any intention of seeing him, so Tucun ignored her.

At this time, the female cultivator was practicing, and the uncomfortable fluctuations were not on her, so Tucun focused his attention elsewhere.

After about two minutes, Tucun scanned almost the entire city and finally found someone who was a little different. He was an old fortune teller who had just entered the city not long ago.

He was obviously a mortal, but Tucun felt uncomfortable from him, especially the fortune-telling banner in his hand, which gave Tucun a distorted and uneasy feeling.

Tucun's consciousness turned and he arrived at the "barracks" and "Gongmingtang" respectively.

Inside Gongming Hall, a young man was reviewing official documents. He had a tough face, wore a brocade crown on his head, and the uniform of a chief constable. His irises were glowing white. He was the chief constable of Zhuiming City, Lanshan.

In the barracks training ground, a strong middle-aged man wearing armor and with a resolute face was training the new soldiers. This man was Zhao Zhi, the owner of the barracks.

The two of them received the city lord's spiritual message at the same time, gave instructions, and quickly left.

The city lord stood up, raised his arms slightly, and the four maids behind him hurriedly helped him dress.

After putting on his clothes, Tucun disappeared from the room in a flash.

The next moment, they arrived at a busy city with people coming and going.

The strange thing is that the city lord has clearly appeared among the ordinary people, but these people seem to be unable to see him and are minding their own business.

Whenever someone is about to bump into the city lord while walking, they will spontaneously change their route.

Not only did they themselves not think there was anything wrong, but other people who were working also did not think there was anything wrong when they saw those people suddenly change their routes.

The city lord looked at the old fortune teller who was ten meters ahead of him.

The old fortune teller was walking forward with his fortune-telling banner in his arms. He seemed to be like any other ordinary person and did not notice the arrival of the city lord.

Tucun stared at the old man in front of him. When he used his spiritual sense just now, he was not particularly sure because of the distance. Now that the distance was closer, the uncomfortable distortion on the other person's body became even more severe.

By now, Tucun was completely certain that this cultivator definitely did not come with good intentions.

"Do you still need to pretend?" Tu Cun stared at the fortune teller with a bad look. The aura on his body emanated faintly and targeted the fortune teller.

The fortune-teller stopped walking, turned his back to the city lord, sighed, turned around, and said helplessly: "My Lord City Lord, I'm a newcomer, and I don't seem to have done anything to harm the city. Do you have such a big malice towards me?"

"Really?" Tucun said in a bad tone, "Since you don't want to do bad things in my city, why don't you dare to show your true face? If you want to travel freely in my city, please take off your disguise."

The fortune teller, also known as the evil cultivator, looked around and noticed that he was surrounded.

For them, the monks, the people who surrounded them must not be ordinary people. This was the chief constable Lan Shan, and the owner of the barracks Zhao Zhi surrounded them on the other two sides.

"Lord City Lord, this is really embarrassing for me. My identity is quite special, and it is best if you don't know. To be honest, I don't want to conflict with you. Otherwise, it wouldn't be like this."

"Hmph!" The city lord snorted coldly, his inner energy circulated, and a huge amount of pressure fell on the evil cultivator: "Special identity? I'm afraid it's not because it's special and hard to show off, but your true identity is not a good thing! I smelled the disgusting smell on you when you walked in!"

"Alas~" the old man sighed: "If I had known earlier, I wouldn't be so anxious. I should have led you out first."

As he spoke, the fortune teller's aura changed drastically, and a surge of dark, resentful, and deadly energy burst out into the sky!

The old man's body blurred and turned into his original appearance as an evil cultivator. A pair of dark green eyes were hidden in deep eye sockets, emitting a creepy glow, like a vicious wolf.

The soul flag in his hand revealed its true form, and a strong smell of blood surged out!

"Middle stage of magic weapon realm!"

The city lord's face suddenly darkened.