Chapter 455 The family must be neat and tidy
"Such a person died just like that..."

Murong Ji came back to his senses, narrowed his eyes slightly, and asked in a deep voice: "How did he die?"

"I don't know! All the information has been blocked. My people risked their lives to send out the news. Until now, I still don't know..."

Murong Ji nodded. He felt that it must be the armed forces of that European country that were responsible. At their level, ordinary firearms could hardly catch up with their speed.

The only way to kill them is through large-scale attacks, military searches, and continuous output.

Suddenly, Murong Ji stopped what he was doing, but he couldn't calm down. An inexplicable sense of crisis made him feel at a loss.

He exhaled slowly, and the idea of ​​refining the magic weapon disappeared. In this world, the strongest person in the world is the old master.

Even at his level, he was still threatened by guns, weapons, artillery shells, etc. This feeling made him very uncomfortable and he was not used to it.

It was like a rope, tightly strangling Murong Ji's neck.

"Hubby!" Qu Tong hesitated, not knowing whether she should tell him the news. Seeing him looking over, Qu Tong said, "Old Heavenly Master, Zhang Zhiwei... has gone down the mountain..."

"With his fourth disciple, Zhao Huanjin, he is killing all the people..."

Murong Ji nodded woodenly. Now he was eager to improve his own strength.

This world is indeed a good place. There is no need to worry about the resurgence of the Demon Cult, the great catastrophe of beasts and monsters, ghost caves, demon abysses, gods... and so on.

You only need to deal with people's problems, and you don't need to think about anything else. Compared with the people in the Zhu Xian world, I don't know how many times happier they are.

But he suddenly felt at a loss.

[Zuo Ruotong chose to transform herself into Qi in the first place, probably to avoid the threat of guns and cannons. ]

Murong Ji's mind moved, and suddenly he felt that Zuo Ruotong's path was not bad, [I also want to practice the third level of reverse life. ]

"It's better this way, so that I won't be too presumptuous and forget who I am." Murong Ji muttered to himself and stood up.

"Let's go down the mountain and live."

Qu Tong was stunned, not quite understanding Murong Ji's reaction, but she didn't refuse, "Okay."

Biyou Village is definitely a place with good feng shui. It is definitely a good place for practitioners like them.

Murong Ji sat on a big rock by the stream, watching Ruhua coming and going, constantly carrying various materials.

A rough count revealed that there were over a thousand puppets, with such strength that they could fight hand-to-hand with an army.

"Village Chief Ma! Private armed forces are illegal!"

Ma Xianhong rolled his eyes at him. It would have been fine if he didn't help fix the stove, but he just sat there and watched him work, making sarcastic remarks...

"bump!"

Ma Xianhong simply closed the door, out of sight, out of mind.

Murong Ji stood up, stretched, then found a comfortable position and sat back on the stone.

He took out the Qiankun Mirror, closed his eyes and concentrated, using his soul to move the paths of the stars in the mirror.

In an instant, the mirror light on Murong Ji's chest became brighter, and slowly floated in front of Murong Ji's chest, flashing in tune with Murong Ji's breathing.

Magical instruments and magic treasures were originally used to help one cultivate oneself. After a long time, some special abilities would naturally develop.

At this moment, Murong Ji's consciousness appeared in a special space.

All around him, there were stars in the sky, rotating rapidly. Murong Ji looked little by little, and then saw through a layer of fog and disappeared into the white mist.

When it appeared again, the sky was still full of stars, but it was daytime.

Qu Tong was sitting in the office, talking on the phone with someone, chatting and laughing, her face full of smiles that were so bright.

The person on the other side of the phone kept teasing her, and Qu Tong dealt with all the words.

Murong Ji took a look at Qu Tong's cell phone, memorized the number, and then he flashed to another office.

A middle-aged man, the one who teased Qu Tong in every way.

Murong Ji looked at his work badge, which read: Deputy Director of the Alien Research Institute, Sun Guoxing. He then looked around the office.

Walking out of the office, Murong Ji glanced at the corridor. Everything here seemed to be a hospital, or that building.

Suddenly, Murong Ji's consciousness returned to his body. He exhaled slowly and caught the falling mirror.

I heard footsteps behind me. The sound was light, rhythmic, and somewhat casual. Every step seemed so reasonable.

Murong Ji said in a deep voice: "Why are you here?"

"The surrounding aura suddenly started to move, so I came over to take a look." Wang Ye, with a piece of grass hanging from his mouth, sat down beside Murong Ji in a somewhat casual manner.

Then the two of them stopped talking.

Murong Ji slowly moved the countless stars on the Qiankun Mirror. Time passed little by little, and the sky gradually darkened.

Qu Tong called him to have dinner several times, but Murong Ji did not move.

Suddenly, Murong Ji took out his cell phone and dialed a number. After two rings, the call was picked up.

"Hello, who is it?"

"Qu Tong." The other party was silent for a moment. After a long time, the other party replied, "Are you Qu Tong's incompetent husband? Hey, you can still find my number. You suspect that the little girl is cheating on you, right?"

"I'll give you a definite answer. She was cheating on me. She was moaning and panting under me. She also said that you are too short...hahaha!"

Murong Ji's expression remained calm as he listened to him quietly, but his hands were constantly moving, constantly adjusting the patterns of various starlights.

Gradually, the formation set up by Murong Ji began to operate slowly, and finally, it operated at full capacity.

Wang Ye sat up suddenly, looking at the sky full of stars, and felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

"Murong Ji! Brother Murong!"

"Yo?! There's someone around you. You can't hide the fact that you've been cuckolded anymore, hahahaha!"

"Damn it! Hang up the phone right now!" Wang Ye cursed inwardly. He didn't understand what Murong Ji was doing, but the whole world was in turmoil. This was definitely not a good thing!

"I found you."

Murong Ji's voice was indifferent, as if he was saying something insignificant.

"What?" The person on the other end of the phone suddenly felt unwell, with a palpitation.

"The pivot of heaven and earth, mediating the cycle. Yin and Yang transform, life and death are not a surprise."

Murong Ji's voice was devoid of emotion, as if he was speaking on behalf of God and deciding the other person's life or death.

The next moment, there seemed to be a flash of light across the starry sky, but it also seemed like an illusion.

Murong Ji hung up the phone calmly, stood up and stretched, subconsciously straightened the Taoist crown on his head, only to find that he was not wearing any crown.

After putting down his hand, he put away the Qiankun Mirror, looked at Wang Ye and said with a smile: "What do you think of this place?"

Wang Ye looked confused and solemn. He didn't know what Murong Ji had done, but he knew that he must have caused a big disaster. "Brother Murong, what did you do?"

"What else can I do? I can only tell some people that they are also ants. I can only warn them and let them know their place."

"I think this place is good. After Ma Xianhong is finished, I will settle here." Then he pointed in a direction and said, "Where should I build a villa? What do you think?"

Wang Ye was somewhat helpless, "It's up to you."

Following Murong Ji, they walked towards the village and entered the yard. Qu Tong then put the food from the pot on the table.

"Why did you take so long to come back?!" Qu Tong's tone sounded a little blaming, and the food didn't taste good anymore.

Murong Ji said calmly, "I ran into a stink bug and crushed it to death. I also warned its kind, which took a little time."

Qu Tong was startled and felt a little uneasy, but she couldn't tell what she felt uneasy about.

Wang Ye looked at the couple. They were both so cunning that he didn't know what to say.

"How did you two end up together?"

The other two pretended not to hear and ate their food in silence. Wang also sighed and started eating. His stomach was more important.

After dinner, Murong Ji and Qu Tong cleaned up the dishes and, like Wang Ye, moved a small stool and sat under the window.

Everyone is waiting for a call and news.

Not long after, Qu Tong's phone rang first. She looked at Murong Ji guiltily, then walked out of the door and started answering the phone.

Murong Ji's phone call followed closely, and he glanced at the caller ID: Ren Fei.

"Hey, Miss Ren, it's so late, what's the matter?"

"Sun Guoxing is dead. Did you do this? You were the one who made his last phone call."

"Yeah, I did."

Ren Fei: "..."

After a long silence, Ren Fei finally said, "The Sun family is no less powerful than my family. You have already aroused the Sun family's anger. When they find you..."

“If no one checks, is that okay?”

Ren Fei: “What???”

After Murong Ji hung up the phone, he looked at Wang Ye's stunned expression, but didn't care. He took out the Qiankun Mirror, turned the starlight on it, and then the image of Sun Guoxing appeared on the mirror.

Murong Ji took out a stack of white paper and drew every person he met.

"Oh my god! You are really well prepared!" Wang Ye couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart. This kind of method was unheard of. He had never heard of any secret technique related to the stars.

[Yin Yang Family!] Wang Ye’s eyes changed again and again as he looked at Murong Ji.

In such a moment of distraction, Murong Ji had finished the painting. He then took a photo of the paper and sent it to Xu Laosi.

The message said: Please help me collect information about the members of the Sun family. I can help with Feng Baobao’s matter.

Without even putting away his phone, Xu Laosi replied with one word, "Okay, I'll give it to you in four days."

After putting away his phone, Murong Ji let out a long sigh. He had never been a good person. He was a typical villain who always did things that would kill everyone.

(End of this chapter)