Versatile Mage - Chaos Administrator

Chapter 271 Who is he?

Han Ji helped Lu Huan back to the Bell Tower Magic Association.

The two most capable ones were in charge of the rear, and were almost the last ones to enter here.

The curtain of rain outside has become much smaller, no longer like it was at the beginning, as if it was about to submerge the entire world.

Dragging their exhausted bodies, the two walked into the highest chamber, their water-soaked boots leaving a trail of water stains on the floor.

"How come this bridge of narrow escape is different when it comes to his place?"

I don't know who was chanting, and the voice was so loud that it could be heard clearly even at the door.

"President Han Ji, Chief Lu Huan, you are here!" Du Xiao discovered them and took over Lu Huan.

Han Ji nodded and glanced around, only to find that there weren't many people here.

Except for the two hunting kings, a hunter elder, the chief judge Shi Zheng, the military commander Yaoting and the chief instructors Fei Jiao and Lu Xu are not here, and...

He could understand the absence of the military. After all, they still needed to guard the defense line and arrange for the evacuation of civilians, but why was one of the most critical people missing: "Where is the Supreme Judge?"

Everyone was silent, looking at each other without saying a word. Finally, the Shendu Prophet spoke: "President, the presiding judge's distraction was attacked, and his body is safe and sound. The presiding judge is currently in no danger, and he still guards the Supreme Tribunal. "

The prophet simply told the whole story that he knew, and Han Ji finally just shook his head: "In that case, let him go. The presiding judge must have his own plan."

"By the way, what did you say just now, bridge of narrow escape and life?"

Lu Huan on the other side didn't care much. On the contrary, he was more concerned about what the bronze mirror surrounded by everyone was.

Everyone made room for one person, the head of Weiju Village, Xie Sang!

"What you mean is that this bronze mirror can observe the scene in the imperial tomb."

Lu Huan rubbed his chin, looking quite curious.

"Yes, but the bronze mirror has a limited field of vision, so you can't do whatever you want." Xie Sang was also frightened when meeting a powerful man of the level of Chief Guard for the first time.

"Where are they now?"

Lu Huan told Xie Sangbu not to be nervous, and he would not harm him.

Moreover, judging him is the work of the Tribunal and has nothing to do with you.

"Mo Fan and the others have just crossed the Bridge of Nine Deaths, but something happened here with Lin Xi." Du Xiao explained.

"Lin Xi?" Hearing Lin Xi's name, Han Ji slowly turned his head and came to the side of the bronze mirror.

A pair of cloudy eyes locked on the young man reflected in the bronze mirror, and for a long time, he breathed a long sigh of relief.

Perhaps because of the tiger talisman, Sha Yuan did not reject Lin Xi's rash intrusion, but instead accepted him.

"Wait, why is there only one bridge in front of him?"

This is what Lu Huan asked, and it is also the question on everyone's mind.

But compared to when he destroyed the Immortal Demon Lotus in front of everyone, having only one bridge seemed less outrageous.

"The disappearance of the Immortal Demon Lotus should be related to the Tiger Talisman he held. This is harmless. The biggest problem is the bridge!" Han Ji explained, with a worried look on his face.

In this case, everyone no longer cares about it. After all, the Tiger Talisman can activate a mecha, so there is nothing outrageous about it.

"Why exactly, and what's on the other side of the bridge?"

Han Ji whispered softly, as if he was asking himself or others.

"Could it be because Mo Fan and the others have already passed?"

"There is no connection between the two. Could it be a self-defense mechanism?"

"The defense must have collapsed. Why should a bridge be left?"

Everyone was arguing and couldn't give an answer for a while.

……

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Imperial mausoleum.

Lin Xi had the same questions as them at this time, but compared to their clueless speculations, he had some ideas.

Ninety-eight percent of the time the source is Tiger Talisman!

This tiger talisman is like a pass to the land of the dead in the ancient capital. If there is any messy evil stuff, just look for the tiger talisman!

Lin Xi took out the tiger charm and threw it into the air based on his feeling. The Tiger Talisman once again transformed into the form of an artificially retarded little tiger. The little guy, who was glowing with a faint light, seemed to have sensed something.

He flew forward in a very artificially retarded manner and went straight onto the flying arch bridge.

Lin Xi boarded the arch bridge together. At the entrance were two lifelike dragon heads, with ferocious faces and claws.

"Squeak!"

The wooden arch bridge seemed to be in disrepair for a long time, and it would make a "creaking" whine when stepped on. However, facing the terrifying evil wind blowing from all directions, the wooden bridge remained unmoved.

If her body came into contact with these black winds, Lin Xi had no doubt that she would be cut into potato chips in an instant.

But walking on the arch bridge, it was safe and sound, and there was not even a sound of wind.

The arch bridge was extremely dark, and the only light was the tiger charm floating in front of it, and a little silver light at the end of the field of vision.

Lin Xi glanced back and found that her path had been cut off, and her broken bones were hanging out of the damaged arch bridge in the air.

Lin Xi felt calm in his heart. He knew that the Bridge of Nine Deaths was a dead end with no way back.

Under the leadership of Hu Fu, Lin Xi calmly walked into the silver vortex in front of her.

Almost as soon as he stepped forward, the dead black sickle wind behind him completely destroyed the remaining arch bridge.

The silver vortex is a space teleportation circle.

As far as modern magical civilization is concerned, generally only key and important strategic fortress cities will install such a thing.

However, there is no shortage of such arrays in the Holy City or the Parthenon.

It can be seen from this that King Qin is really generous.

After the uncomfortable spatial sequelae faded and the twisted silver-white space around him returned to silence, Lin Xi slowly opened his eyes.

This is a dark study room, with flickering bright yellow candles lit around it, and the air is filled with a strange fragrance and a light, so-called fragrance of books.

The tip of Lin Xi's nose twitched. The smell was not easy to question. To be honest, it smelled a bit rotten.

The study room was very large, and the towering bookshelves were filled with bamboo slips that had lasted for thousands of years and were covered with dust, but he noticed that there were traces of being touched on some of the bamboo slips.

Is there anyone here? Or is someone here?

Is it Zhan Kong?

The most likely possibility is that Mo Fan and the others chose the wrong bridge of narrow escape and went to a different room like him.

But Lin Xi soon shook her head and rejected the idea.

Even if they really made the wrong choice, they would go directly into the Death Door Room instead of going into other rooms like themselves.

"despair!"

The sound of footsteps echoed in the study room for a long time. The candlelight on the wall was slightly bent, and the swaying firelight reflected a tall shadow on the bookshelf.

"Who?"

Lin Xi was startled and stepped aside, keeping distance from the shadow.

The magical aura surged, the bamboo slips stirred by the surging air waves trembled slightly, and the candlelight flickered.

"Quiet."

The man's voice was calm and slightly hoarse.

It's just such a simple sentence. Que Xiang just follows his words, and it contains supreme majesty and an irresistible sense of oppression.

The bamboo slips no longer trembled, the candles no longer flickered, and Lin Xi's body was instantly locked, unable to move, and the magical aura dissipated without a trace.

Trouble...

This was Lin Xi's first thought.

Who is he?

This was Lin Xi's second thought.

(End of this chapter)