CHAPTER 338: CHAPTER 217: THE SIX SPEAKERS, ARRIVAL OF THE EXORCIST ASSOCIATION

The entire room suddenly fell into complete silence. Although the middle-aged man merely spoke a casual sentence, everyone inexplicably felt a chill down their spine.

The man in front of them, being one of the Speakers of the Evil God Council, had means and strength that were very well known to those who followed him.

Should this middle-aged man become angry, the consequences would be extremely serious.

"Speaker, there is a more critical issue right now," a black man cautiously said.

"What?"

"The one inside the Blood Coffin... has already escaped. Here are the on-site photos of the Blood Coffin; it’s empty now."

"What?" The middle-aged man instantly crushed the apple in his hand, unable to control his emotions any longer.

Years ago, he set this plan in Saint Anna City. The existence in that Blood Coffin was crucial to many of his plans. According to his estimation, there were still two months left before it would be the most appropriate day to execute his plans.

But now, everything was ruined by a bunch of idiots.

"Send all our people out to screen all surveillance videos across Saint Anna City. We must find that person."

The middle-aged man stood up in rage and said, "Besides, I will personally head to Saint Anna City this time. This journey must remain absolutely secret, and no one should leak my whereabouts to the outside."

"Yes!"

Everyone present, whether black or white, displayed cautious and tense expressions.

The Speaker had not ventured out in many years, usually in seclusion in a cave in the back mountain.

Apart from the two Daoist Children he took in, no one else could see him on the mountain, and the everyday affairs of the base were left to a few trusted subordinates.

But today, he suddenly wanted to take action, and these high-ranking members present were well aware that a storm was coming.

Something significant was bound to happen in Saint Anna City.

...

The base, a house entirely constructed of wood using mortise and tenon structures.

As the dust-laden wooden door was pushed open from outside, the middle-aged man’s silhouette walked in.

Looking at the room full of calligraphy, paintings, and antiques, the man murmured, "Master Xu, you once said the way of Longevity is ultimately hard to find; it’s not that it doesn’t exist, but that the way of heaven deliberately interferes, making your grand plan always fall short at the crucial moment,

Years ago, I did not understand, but now I somewhat grasped your deep meaning. This damn heaven indeed goes out of its way to cause trouble—a supposedly smooth-sailing affair, yet obstacles appear unexpectedly. But as it stands now, this disciple has aged with not many days left, and I can’t help but defy the heavens and act against it."

The middle-aged man walked up to the desk in the room, picked up a gold waist tag from the tabletop.

Embossed on it were the characters for ’Li Mian.’

"Years of seclusion, almost forgotten my own name."

The middle-aged man tied the waist tag to his belt, grabbed the scabbard hanging by the side, and then vanished from the room in a blink of an eye, his movements ghost-like.

...

Whoosh!

Sun Yan gave a strong pull, and a large fish was hauled up from beneath the water surface. Watching the fish flop and struggle relentlessly on the boat, Sun Yan nodded in satisfaction.

The recent days had proven quite bountiful in his fishing yields, which was a source of immense satisfaction for him.

He completely lost track of time, as his daily routine involved going ashore for some food and then immediately heading back on the boat to fish in the river’s center.

At the age of twenty-something, he had certainly discovered the joy of being an angler.

In the corner of the Wangchuan Ferry, Lina squatted motionless on the boat. These wandering souls had been dead for countless years, retaining only fragments of memories from their living days, while the rest of their consciousness was almost nonexistent.

If you don’t engage them in conversation, they will never disturb you proactively.

This is why, despite the presence of numerous undispersed wandering souls, ordinary people encounter them so infrequently.

Because ordinary people can’t see these wandering souls, and the souls, in turn, regard ordinary people as mere air, each side minding its own business without interference.

’Caw, caw, caw, caw!’

Suddenly, a crow flew over, landing on the edge of the boat.

"Good morning, sir." Crow Yidan bowed politely, greeting in that distinctive tone of the old-money aristocracy: "Something significant is about to happen."

Sun Yan, holding his fishing rod, remained unmoved: "Related to what?"

"The entire Evil God Council. Recently, the Sixth Speaker had an accident after discovering a lost ancient relic altar while experimenting with ritual sacrifices. This incident caused the Sixth Speaker along with an elite team to be compromised, and the Evil God they were guarding managed to escape captivity.

The Third Speaker somehow found out that the Fourth Speaker possessed a secret from the Ancient Era of Divine Spirits, and planned to act on that secret in the dark. But now, due to negligence, the Fourth Speaker learned about this, causing internal chaos within the Evil God Council.

Only with the suppression by the First and Second Speakers, peace is temporarily maintained. However, I suspect that this won’t last long. Losing a Speaker would disrupt the entire North American secret order, potentially leading to a new round of reshuffling."

Crow Yidan tilted his head, speaking calmly.

"Are there also different levels of strength among the six Speakers of the Evil God Council?" Sun Yan curiously asked.

Though he knew the Evil God Council was governed by six powerful figures, he had never been privy to the internal workings.