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The soldiers that had been inspected at the entrance of the city before were now all replaced by the Zhong Family.

Tang Ling distributed the chili concoction she had prepared to everyone. At this time, she took out the chili concoction and smeared it over their eyes. Immediately, they all turned blood-red and began to weep profusely.

Although the Zhong Family disciples were used to seeing corpses, they still felt unlucky to see such a thing. They frowned and asked, "Why are you going out of the city?"

Qi Tai wiped away his tears and pointed at his throat, implying that he could not speak.

Tang Ling and Li He got out of the car and cried as they walked. Tang Ling said: "My sister is sick and if people say there's nothing, then it's nothing. This corpse has already been at home for a few days.

The corpses that had been lying in wait for a few days were foul-smelling. No one wanted to take a look, no one had been able to escape from them for the past few days, so there shouldn't be any big problems. The leader impatiently said, "You guys queue up to come here and test the Martial Stones."

The four of them tested the stone one by one, and the stone naturally had no reaction at all.

The leader had already guessed this was going to happen and waved his hands, "Scram!"

The four of them returned to the carriage and just like that, they left the city. Only when they could no longer see the city gate did the four of them get out of the carriage and open the coffin.

Mu Xiaoling came out of the carriage and everyone threw away their clothes and changed into another set of clothes. Afterwards, they got on the first carriage and left.

Qi Tai and Feng Jiuyang were driving the carriage, while Li He, Mu Xiaoling, and Tang Ling sat in the carriage. The three of them looked at each other in dismay. Tang Ling was the first to burst out laughing.

The moment Li He left the city, he felt his entire body suddenly relax, as though an invisible shackle had been removed, and he laughed out loud.

Mu Xiaoling slightly raised her lips …

Suddenly, there was a person approaching the city gate from afar. This person was young, around twenty years old. Although he did not look outstanding, he looked dignified. He strode to the city gate; it was the eldest son of the Third Elder, Zhong Bao.

Zhong Bao asked in a routine manner, "Did anything happen today?"

The gatekeeper immediately came up to him in a flattering manner, "Third Young Master, everything is calm today. It's just that someone just carried the coffin out and it's quite unlucky."

"What did you say!" "Every family in the city is under our control. In order to prevent people from running away, every corpse will be burned, so how can anyone hide the fact that they are going to be buried outside the city? It is obvious that they want to escape, if you, this group of trash, let go of those warriors, the Patriarch will skin you alive!"

The leader was shocked. Only after Zhong Bao pointed it out did he remember that it was true. He mumbled, "But those four people didn't have any talent."

Zhong Bao bellowed, "There aren't any people outside! How do you know there aren't any in the coffin?! You bastard, why aren't you sending people to chase after us!" If others were to find out that a martial artist had been released, even he would not be able to escape.

However, they had already been gone for more than an hour. They desperately tried to catch up, but they only found the carriage carrying the coffin and the surrounding mourning garments.

Zhong Bao was so angry that his eyes turned red. He opened the coffin and saw that it was indeed empty. He slapped the manager again: "You bastard, look at what you've done!"

"This subordinate knows his wrongs!" The leader did not dare to cover his face. He crawled up and kneeled on the ground and kowtowed, "Third Young Master, what should we do now?"

"What to do, what can we do!" Zhong Bao roared and took a few deep breaths, "Immediately send a message to the Patriarch to explain the situation. The remaining people, follow me!"

"Yes sir!"

On the other side, Feng Jiuyang and Qi Tai were speedily driving the carriage. After they got onto the official road, they blended into the traffic and arrived at the next city at night.

Along the way, Mu Xiaoling helped everyone dress up, whether it was cutting their hair or changing their skin color. Although it was only the rough treatment, if it wasn't for the fact that they were familiar with each other, they wouldn't have recognized it. Before they reached the city gates, they found a place to abandon their carriages and walked into the city.

The guards of the city weren't as strict as they were before. After giving them the city entrance token, the five of them found an extremely large inn and asked for five rooms before ordering a table of food and drinks on the first floor.

At around nightfall, Zhong Bao and the other disciples of the Zhong Clan also arrived at this inn. As soon as he entered, he slammed a silver ingot on the counter. "The Zhong Clan has matters to attend to. This is compensation." With that, he said to the leader behind him, "Go in and search for them carefully. If you let those people run away, you are going to be pulled out by the clan leader."

The leader trembled as he scanned the people in the hall on the first floor. He paused for a moment to confirm that Mu Xiaoling and the rest hadn't seen him before moving on to the second floor.

The shopkeeper was trembling. His bitter face looked as if he had just eaten a coptis, but he didn't dare to say anything. He was from the Zhong Family, and it would be well-deserved if he didn't listen to reason and kill him.

Zhong Bao asked again: "Are there more than five people who are staying here today?"

"There are a few waves of this." The shopkeeper pointed to five spots in the hall, "These are all from five or more people."

Zhong Bao looked around, thinking that the leader should have looked around and didn't find any problems here. It was obvious that there weren't any problems, so he said to the shopkeeper, "Take me upstairs to take a look."

The storekeeper didn't dare say no, he could only lead the way up to the second floor.

Mu Xiaoling and Feng Jiuyang looked at each other and simultaneously felt that this matter wasn't simple. They didn't know how many new secret realms had been opened, but they had never seen anyone so wary of other warriors. There was definitely something going on.

Feng Jiuyang said in a low voice, "Why don't we find someone to ask?"

Mu Xiaoling looked at him. "Oh?"

"Follow me." Feng Jiuyang led Mu Xiaoling out of the main door, and they turned into an alleyway next to the inn. He took out two sets of night clothes and handed one of them over to Mu Xiaoling.

The two put on their clothes, put on their masks, and flew into the backyard of the inn. Feng Jiuyang directly captured a disciple of the Zhong Family, then returned to the alley and threw him on the ground.

The man was young and trembling as he begged for mercy, "My two heroes, please spare us! Please spare us!"

Feng Jiuyang said in a hoarse voice, "If I ask you, then just say what you want. If I say something wrong, then I'll take your life!"

That person immediately nodded. "I'll say, I'll say. I'll say everything."

Feng Jiuyang asked again, "Why are you three families not allowing foreign martial artists to enter Ling Kingdom?"

The man was very scared, but it was not a secret in the capital, so he knew about it, "Because the Imperial Advisor had predicted that there is a treasure in the new secret realm, whoever obtains it will become the king of this world, and this treasure is destined to be taken by a warrior from another country. The royal family and the three families are afraid that this will happen, so they restricted foreign martial artists from entering the Ling Kingdom, thinking that if there are no foreign martial artists, then the treasure will naturally fall into the pockets of our own martial artists."