Chapter 494
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Chapter 494: Storytelling Meeting
“Cough cough cough…”
Shen Qingzhu stood up from the messy room, coughing heavily a few times, waving his hand to disperse the swirling dust, and once again looked out the window.
Just now, that sword that fell from the sky had directly cleaved the entire courtyard in two. Fortunately, Shen Qingzhu was positioned on the ground, so he wasn’t affected too severely by the residual sword energy. Even so, the exterior of the house was already covered in spiderweb-like cracks.
Looking at the scene before him, Shen Qingzhu couldn’t help but feel a bit of lingering fear.
A single sword strike from the sky could achieve this level of destruction?
If that sword had been aimed just a little differently, he might not have had time to react and would have been cut into pieces.
Shen Qingzhu took a deep breath and began to ponder.
He had clearly seen the scene of that dog transforming into a dragon and ascending to the heavens. If he wasn’t mistaken, that should be the mysterious “First Seat” of the “Believers,” who had dug through the underground of the manor and brought the altar back from outside. It must have been it.
He hadn’t expected that the rumored First Seat had been hiding in the manor all along in the form of a dog.
Fortunately, he had been quite vigilant during his time in the manor and hadn’t secretly caused any trouble; otherwise, he would likely have already been exposed and dragged out to be fed to the dogs.
The aura of the murmurs had also appeared in the clouds, which meant that the First Seat and the murmurs were now working together to contend with the Sword Saint?
No… that shouldn’t be considered a contest.
It was more likely that they were trying to escape in front of the Sword Saint.
So, now only those few “Believers” were left in the manor?
Shen Qingzhu’s eyes flickered with a glimmer of light.
“Zzzz…”
In the chaotic room behind him, a faint sound of electricity crackled, which was quite jarring in the quiet environment.
Shen Qingzhu frowned and turned to look inside the room, only to see an old-fashioned radio, which had been gathering dust for who knows how long, suddenly starting to operate strangely in the corner.
“Zzzz… Today’s highest temperature… zzzz… Here, the Lintang City Broadcasting Station reminds all drivers, don’t drink and drive… zzzz…”
The radio automatically switched between various channels.
Shen Qingzhu narrowed his eyes and stepped toward the radio.
“Shen, why are you still here?” At that moment, a voice suddenly came from outside the door.
Shen Qingzhu stopped in his tracks and turned his head to see the Twelfth Seat standing there, looking coldly at him.
He glanced at the old radio operating on the floor and sneered, “No wonder you’re such a favored person in front of Lord Murmur. The altar has been cut down, yet you still have the leisure to listen to the radio here? Truly calm and collected…”
“What does that have to do with you?” Shen Qingzhu replied indifferently. “When addressing a senior, you’d better show some respect. If I hear you call me ‘Shen’ again, I’ll tear your mouth apart.”
“Tch…”
A hint of disdain flashed in the Twelfth Seat’s eyes. “You and I are both at the ‘Sea’ level; who tears apart whose mouth… is still uncertain.
If it weren’t for the fact that you arrived earlier than me, I should be sitting in the Tenth Seat right now.”
“Is that so?”
Shen Qingzhu’s eyes narrowed slightly, a strange light flashing in them as he took a step closer to the Twelfth Seat.
Now that Murmur and the First Seat were absent, and with the manor cleaved by a sword, everyone was thrown into chaos. It was the perfect opportunity to take advantage of the confusion.
His peripheral vision swept around; in the entire corridor, there were only the two of them…
His right thumb and index finger silently pressed together.
Just as he was about to snap his fingers, the volume of the radio in the corner suddenly increased, and a deep, magnetic male voice echoed in the room!
“…Welcome to today’s Lintang Storytelling Session.
Last time, we talked about the undercover agent, Brother Zhuang, who concealed his identity and infiltrated the enemy’s territory, finding an opportunity to assassinate members of the evil faction, but was forced to halt his actions…
Because his intuition told him that around the corner of the corridor, a woman was quickly approaching here.
That was the deputy director of the evil faction’s operations, known as the ‘Red-Handled Fan Old Lady’… Li Goudan!”
The male voice on the radio noticeably paused when saying the last three words, and his tone became somewhat strange.
At the moment he heard this part of the story, Shen Qingzhu’s body jolted, and the finger that was about to snap suddenly stiffened.
He slightly turned his head to look at the old radio in the corner, his eyes filled with confusion and disbelief…
At that moment, from the other end of the corridor, the Seventh Seat, dressed in a red qipao and holding a folding fan, suddenly appeared, quickly walking toward them.
She saw Shen Qingzhu and the Twelfth Seat at the door, her brows furrowing slightly.
“What are you two doing here?”
“We…” The Twelfth Seat looked a bit awkward.
“We were just injured by the residual sword energy and are just recovering now,” Shen Qingzhu replied calmly.
On the surface, Shen Qingzhu appeared completely composed, but he was already sweating coldly on his back.
If he had really made a move against the Twelfth Seat just now, even if he had successfully killed him, he would have likely been caught red-handed by the Seventh Seat. He never expected that the Seventh Seat would come out at this moment…
That radio…
Shen Qingzhu’s peripheral vision glanced at the radio in the corner, suddenly thinking of a certain possibility.
The Seventh Seat glanced at them, snorted coldly, “This isn’t the time for you to rest and recover. Lord Murmur and the First Seat are temporarily absent from the manor, and the Third Seat is in a coma. From the perspective of the seats, I am the one giving orders…
Just now, a few mice sneaked into the manor, but they aren’t very strong. I’ve already sent the Ninth Seat to search the area. Since you two haven’t reached ‘Wuliang,’ you should act together and quickly catch these mice.”
The Twelfth Seat shot a glance at Shen Qingzhu, looking somewhat displeased, but still nodded.
Shen Qingzhu’s brows slightly raised.
In the empty room, the deep, magnetic male voice continued to narrate the story at a leisurely pace.
“…Of course, Agent Zhuang remembered that he had planted explosives on the second floor of the ballroom, so his goal was to lure Li Goudan to the second floor, and everything else would be left to fate…”
Shen Qingzhu’s mouth twitched slightly.
The Seventh Seat and the Twelfth Seat also heard this voice. The Seventh Seat glanced at the radio in the corner and coldly said, “What time is it, and you’re still listening to spy stories? Hurry up and search!”
Before the Twelfth Seat could speak, Shen Qingzhu interjected, “Alright, we’ll search the first floor and the basement.”
The Seventh Seat looked at him and nodded, “I’ll search the second and third floors. Hurry up.”
The Seventh Seat’s figure flickered and transformed into a red shadow, disappearing from sight.
Seeing her finally leave, the Twelfth Seat’s expression relaxed. He glanced at Shen Qingzhu beside him, not bothering to hide his disgust, and turned to walk in a certain direction.
Shen Qingzhu silently walked into the room, picked up the old radio, and then followed behind the Twelfth Seat.
“Get lost, I’m fine on my own. You go search elsewhere,” the Twelfth Seat frowned and said when he noticed Shen Qingzhu following him. “I don’t want to see you.”
Shen Qingzhu held the radio, a slight smile on his lips.
“It’s too dangerous to go alone. I’m worried about you…”
