Chapter 110: Flower Error

  "How did you know I'm here to die!" The man's tone had a strange flavor, and he looked at Kong Zhuo with great interest. His hand stretched out, took the bowl of meat, and seemed to have been hungry for a long time, directly using his hands to grab the meat and stuff it into his mouth.

  "You're just here to die!" Kong Zhuo laughed, picked up the wine jug beside him and handed it over. He didn't stand on ceremony, took a swig, and didn't show any restraint at all.

  "Hmm, the meat is not bad, it's just that the wine is a bit off!" The man ate with relish, but after a moment, the meat was gone and the wine was dry. He didn't dwell on the previous issue, instead asking, "Is there any more?"

  "There are more than half a dozen left in the back, if you want to eat, there's plenty! " Kong Zhuo smiled and took over the wine pot.

  "But not now, right?"

  "Of course, no matter what, you've eaten so much of my food, at least tell me your surname!"

  "My surname is Hua!" The man replied succinctly.

  "What's next?"

  "Hua Cuo, fresh flower's flower, wrong mistake's wrong, I'm called Hua Cuo!"

  "This name is pretty good, it's got character!"

  "Are you from Mo Men?"

  "The Demon Gate's Dry Shadow Sect!" Hua Cuo Dao said with a knowing expression, "I've been ordered to come here and take care of things!"

  "What's wrong?"

  "Find a place that's just right, use the Corpse Worm to turn everyone into zombies, and then hold off the righteous cultivators who come to investigate!" "What's the point?"

  "You see me coming over here to send myself to death? Do you know what those big shots upstairs are after?"

  "Sorry, I was confused!" Kong Zhuo smiled self-deprecatingly. He didn't ask any more questions and walked to the fire pit, cutting another large bowl of meat and pouring a full jug of wine.

  "You're a pretty good guy!" Hua Zui took over the wine and meat, said with satisfaction, "However, I really don't have anything to say, not that I'm unwilling, but I really don't know!"

  "I believe it!" Kong Zhan nodded and said. The topic suddenly shifted, "You also saw her just now, that woman, what do you think?"

  "We have nothing to do with the Demon Gate!" Huacao said naturally.

  "How can you be sure?"

  "Her charm is naturally born, even if I were to bring those old ladies from the Demon Gate Tianwei Sect here. It's unlikely that they could surpass her!?" Hua Cuo said this with an air of unspoken confidence, "Moreover, in terms of skill, she far surpasses those women from the Tianwei Sect who specialize in demonic powers!"

  "Spontaneous and natural?!" Kong Zhuo heard these four words, his heart slightly trembled, as if he had grasped something, but he didn't dare to confirm it. After all, this idea of his was a bit abrupt and hard to believe, so that thought only flashed by in an instant.

  "If I'm not mistaken, you should be a useless person!"

  "Yes, I'm a useless person!" Hua nodded slightly, a faint expression of worry and bitterness on her face.

  Waste people, this word, in this world. Apart from the popular interpretation. There is another interpretation, that is, cultivators of demonic sects who have gone mad but not died.

  These survivors mostly suffered extremely severe injuries due to their bodies being over-exerted and entering a state of madness during the process of practicing internal energy. Some had their meridians severed, some had their true yuan scattered, some were left with crippled hands or feet, and could no longer recover or continue to cultivate. Those who were lucky enough to have good fortune had their cultivation halted at the point before they entered the state of madness, while those who were unlucky were no different from ordinary people, and were not of much use, hence they were called "waste people".

  These useless people won't die, they are divided into several levels according to their injuries. Those at the lowest level are crippled and have lost all their cultivation. Their only use is to carefully describe their own cultivation process for future reference, so that others can avoid following in their footsteps. After that, they can only stay in the demonic sect doing menial tasks until death arrives. In a demonic sect where strength is revered and no pretenses are needed, people like this are naturally treated poorly and have low status.

  There are still some, who are the lucky ones among the waste people. Although they have gone mad and become crippled, their cultivation has not disappeared, or has been reduced a little, or not at all. Some of them have even increased their strength compared to before. However, they all face the same problem, that is, there is no more room for progress.

  These people are useful useless people, specifically used for executing extremely dangerous tasks or tasks that must be done even if it means death.

  Don't ask them why they are willing to do it, the Demon Gate has its own set of methods to control these people.

  Huā Cuò is already a useless person. Three years ago, during his cultivation, he suffered from demonic possession in his mind. The only fortunate thing was that his cultivation had not disappeared and had even increased slightly. However, he had lost one arm.

  "So, you've been sent out!" Kong Zan said with a smile, "Sent here, but I still have one question......"

  "What?!"

  "Why are you people sent out here!" Kong Zhan said slowly, with a hint of amusement in his words. "Logically speaking, these things aren't particularly dangerous tasks. Dealing with a large group of ordinary people, one third-generation disciple would be enough. Why did they send you useless people over?"

  "It turns out that it's still very dangerous?! " Hua smiled wrongly, "You see, wasn't I caught by you just like this?"

  "Then you met me!" Kong Zhuo rubbed his chin, smiling and saying, "If it were somewhere else, the one who would have fallen wouldn't be you. That mist of yours is quite strange indeed!"

  "That fog is something I concocted myself!" Huacao's eyebrows rose, her tone carrying a hint of aloofness, "That formula, only I know it!"

  "So what?"

  "It's not difficult to kill ordinary people, but it's a deadly task to try and stall the cultivators who come to investigate. We are just barely holding on to some of our strength. We're only in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, while the ones coming to investigate have at least one Void Realm cultivator among them. And we can't disobey orders, this is a matter of life and death!"

  "You had a slightly higher chance of escaping, but your luck was still bad and you ran into me!"

  "Good luck has always been something that I'm not familiar with. Otherwise, I wouldn't have become a useless person like this, right?" Hua Zui self-mockingly smiled and picked up the wine jug, pouring some into his mouth.

  "What you've done this time is quite inexplicable!" Kong Zuo said with a hint of distress, "I've always thought I was an intelligent person. But no matter how hard I think about it, I just can't figure out what kind of trickery you're up to this time."

  Kong Zhan's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and a look of doubt and gloominess appeared on his face. "Let's not mention the three generations of disciples who came this time. More than a dozen Nascent Soul elders may seem like a strong force, but in the real world of Orthodox Cultivation, they are nothing. Even if I were to bring them out and kill them all, what would be the point?"

  "You, a clever person, can't think of it, how could I, an unlucky useless person know?!" Hua smiled wryly and wiped the wine stain on his mouth with his hand. "We are just abandoned pawns, do you think that great and talented master would let us useless people know so many things? Abandoned pawns, that's all we are. All we can do is stake our lives, so the answer can only be found by yourself?"

  "I hate it the most when people ask me to get to the bottom of things!" Kong Zhan's smile on his face became even more playful, "The task given by Moon Sect is to investigate what happened here and who is behind the scenes. Now that we have figured out what happened and who is behind the scenes, the next thing is not our responsibility anymore!"

  He laughed and stood up, his voice suddenly rising, "Moreover, this time we not only figured out who did this thing, but also gained something else. So, no matter what, now going back, there is also an account to settle. Therefore, you can go!"

  Go?

  Even if the flower had already planned for a long time in her mind how to escape from under the eyelids of this strange fat man, she was still shocked and puzzled by such a sentence.

  "What did you say?"

  "I'm telling you, you can leave!" Kong Zhuang waved his hand and made a "please" gesture.

  "Why?"

  "What's the reason?"

  "Why did you let me go?!"

  "Why don't I let you go!" Kong Zan patted the dust off his clothes, his tone carrying a hint of oddness. "I said it earlier, my mission is already complete, and you're just a useless person. Even if I were to bring you back, it would be meaningless. Am I supposed to kill you or something?"

  "Why can't you just kill me?"

  "I don't like killing people casually, especially when it's unnecessary!" Kong Zhuo said.

  "Why don't you just send me to the Moon Clan then?"

  "I have a bad impression of the Moon Sect, and it's exhilarating to give them some trouble. I can do that, so why not?"

  "Are you implying something?"

  "It's as if I didn't say anything!" Kong Zhan smiled and looked up at the night sky, "The night is already deep, if you don't leave now, I'm afraid I'll change my mind!"

  Hua Cuo stood up, patted her buttocks and smiled, "Well, I'm off!"

  "We'll meet again!" Kong Zhuo said softly, turned around and walked towards the bonfire, never looking back at Hua Cuo again.

  Zheng Wanqiu and Zhou Ziren both looked somewhat stunned, and they also stood up. When they were about to say something, it was already too late.

  Hua Cuo naturally wouldn't be polite, and in the instant Kong Yan turned around, he unfolded his body technique and left this place. Those two people subconsciously wanted to chase after him, but were pressed by the extremely calm aura emitted by Kong Yan, their entire true yuan was momentarily stagnant. By the time they came back to their senses, Hua Cuo had already disappeared without a trace.

  "Why did you let him go?" It was Zheng Wanqiu who spoke up again, this person's character exuding a stubbornness that couldn't be hidden, and also a kind of obstinacy, which made Kong Zuo feel very uncomfortable. He himself was a smooth-talking person, just like a duck egg stone that had been washed by the river water for countless years, which had nothing to do with his experiences, but mainly due to the merchant genes in his blood and the teachings he received as a child.

  So he didn't like Zheng Wanqiu.

  Similarly, Zheng Wanqiu didn't like him either. Just now, it was only because Kong Zhan pulled them out of He Hongxian's seductive trick that they had a grateful heart, so they were polite to Kong Zhan for a moment. Now, seeing Kong Zhan actually wanting to let the people from the Demon Gate go, he naturally felt unwilling, so he jumped up and questioned him.

  On the other hand, Zhou Ziren was much more stable, although he also expressed incomprehension and doubt about Kong Zhuo's handling of the situation, and had a thread of dissatisfaction, but it did not show on his face, let alone jumping up like Zheng Wanqiu.

  "The person is mine to capture, and I naturally have the right to dispose of him!" Kong Zhuo didn't want to explain more to Zheng Wanqiu, he just said lightly, "As for how to return to the Moon Sect, I will explain it to those people, it has nothing to do with you!"

  "You----!" Just as he was about to say something, Zhou Ziren pulled him back and dragged the words back.

  "Haha, Brother Kong, Brother Zheng has had a bit too much to drink. Please don't mind his impertinence!" Zhou Ziren raised a cup of wine, "I'll apologize on his behalf here!"

  As he spoke, a bowl of wine went down his throat, and at the same time, he pulled Zheng Wanqiu, who still had some resentment, to sit down.

  Kong Zhan smiled warmly, "It's not about offending anyone, everyone has different opinions, which is very normal. I just don't like to explain things to others!"

  Just as he was about to sit down, his face suddenly changed, and his massive body twisted, flashing in front of the two like a whirlwind. Before they could react, one hand grabbed one of them and flashed to the side.

  "Rip!"

  A strange sound that was enough to tear everyone's eardrums apart suddenly rang out, and the three people who were originally sitting by the bonfire were instantly struck by a silver-white translucent true yuan, turning it into a pile of ruins.

  On the ground, a chilling gap of unparalleled severity extended from the fire heap to hundreds of feet away, not wide but bottomless. Along the gap, a piercing chill was palpable.

  "Who is Kong Zhuang!"

  The voice was faint, yet it had a strong and unignorable tone. Suddenly, a figure emerged.

  Hua Cuo is a good comrade, an extremely good comrade!!!!!