Have a safe journey.
"Old Shen." An elderly man with white hair glared at the old man beside him.
"I can't do anything about it," the old man, known as "Old Shen," said helplessly, spreading his hands. He couldn't disobey the command from the master-servant contract; his body was not being driven by his own consciousness at all.
"Enough with the nonsense," An Zhen interrupted the two.
Master-servant contract.
The two elderly men stood up and stood with Zheng Zhan.
There are still a few big fish left today, and An Zhen doesn't have time to wait for these people to figure things out. Or rather, taking down Mingdu directly would accelerate their realization of reality. Based on An Zhen's perception of their mental state, it's not just them; even the Soul Guide and some officials he previously captured are anticipating the arrival of the highly prestigious Silver Moon Douluo. Kong Deming can save them.
An Zhen used the master-servant contract to ask the two elders if it was possible to take the other offerings away from the Hall of Enshrinement.
The answer was no.
Unless you use a rather absurd reason, but that would easily attract other people's attention.
An Zhen then inquired about the capabilities of the offerings made by the members of the Hall of Enshrinement.
It was eventually discovered that only High Priest, also known as Kong Deming, possessed the ability to create spirit tools that trigger soul defense.
Twenty minutes later.
"Your Highness." Xu Tianyuan rushed over, bowing his head. There was no one behind him, clearly indicating that he had failed to accomplish what he had promised. "Your subordinate has failed in his duties."
"It's alright." An Zhen gently shook his head.
It would be best if you had one.
The absence of it will not have a significant impact on the plan.
Xu Tianyuan opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but ultimately closed it.
"Phew." An Zhen slowly exhaled.
The black-haired boy stood up, strode out of the hall, and gazed into the distance at a very tall and magnificent building, a tower standing there.
Hall of Enshrinement.
An Zhen's mental force stirred the master-slave contracts on their souls, issuing new commands. The next moment, whether the Ninth-Level Soul Engineers liked it or not, they all took up their most powerful equipment, complete with various level nine defensive and offensive spirit tools.
Be prepared and stand by.
This is the order that An Zhen just gave.
As for him, he needs to go back first. He needs to explain to his "weak points" within Mingdu.
An Zhen was enveloped by the deathly power of the undead, and in the next second he vanished before the eyes of several Ninth-Level Soul Engineers, tearing through space.
Inside Mingde Hall, outside An Zhen's room.
The boy, enveloped in necromancy, appeared outside the door, reverted to his original form, and entered the bedroom without swiping a card.
"Uncle." Sensing the warm presence, An Qiuer rushed over instantly, wrapping her long, fair legs around An Zhen's waist. Her stunning face leaned close to An Zhen's cheek, her cherry lips slightly parted, as if she were about to "bite" An Zhen's cheek at any moment.
"Stop." An Zhen reached out and pressed his hand to An Qiuer's cherry lips. "Be good, it's not time yet."
If that kiss were to come, and feeling the girl's affection, An Zhen really doubted whether she could resist the temptation of this "gentle haven".
"Uncle left me here for ages." An Qiuer pouted, a little annoyed, her golden eyes looking at An Zhen with a pitiful expression. The beautiful, spirited blonde girl's coquettish gesture was undeniably charming.
"It's my fault." An Zhen held An Qiuer's slender waist with both hands, his gentle tone like that of someone coaxing a child. "But I have something very important to do right now. Once I'm done with this, I'll be able to spend more time with Qiuer."
"Alright, Uncle has to keep his word." An Qiuer got off An Zhen. She wasn't an unreasonable beast.
"certainly."
An Zhen looked at Zi Ji and said, "Keep an eye on Qiu'er. She should stay in her room and not go out."
Mingdu might get a little chaotic next.
"Yes." Zi Ji nodded seriously.
Then An Zhen instructed Smile Meng and his siblings and their grandfather to stay in Mingde Hall and not to come out and join the fun.
The power of the undead enveloped An Zhen, returning her to the place she had just left.
There's no need to worry about his safety here.
With Di Tian by his side and Electrolux protecting him, even in the almost impossible situation— Kong Deming and Leaf Evening Water… Even with Dragon and Xiaoyao joining forces, he will be fine today.
An Zhen turned and looked at Zheng Zhan, who was standing quietly to the side.
Spirit, the second Spirit Ring.
The next second, an old man appeared who looked exactly like Zheng Zhan, dressed exactly the same as him, and even exuded the same aura.
First, you need to impersonate Zheng Zhan.
Secondly, both the character's demeanor and voice must be exactly the same as Zheng Zhan's.
"Let's go, Elder Shen, Elder Su, take me to the Hall of Enshrinement."
The beginning, the final scene.