Martial Boss Chapter 863

While Ning Wuming was thinking about it, a dusty Department Six constable suddenly came outside, and as soon as he saw Ning Wuming, he half-kneeled and presented the scroll, “Lord Sheriff God, an urgent report from Lingzhou.”

“Lingzhou?”

Ning Wuming suddenly had a strong feeling of unease, and immediately grabbed the scroll and unfolded it.

And then, his hands began to tremble, clearly a Tong Shen realm powerhouse, but at this moment, he was unable to make his hands stop trembling.

“Xihai and the Four Sovereigns are missing, their whereabouts unknown ——”

Ning Wuming clenched his hands and actually crushed the two sides of the scroll raw.

When Leng Mad Tu saw this, he hurriedly ended up with the middle intact part, looked at it for a while, and his always cold face became even more gloomy.

But he still said comfortingly, “It’s only been a day since we’ve been in touch, it shouldn’t be a big deal.”

He was not a child. It was normal to be out of touch for a day. It was even possible to be out of touch for a few days if there was an accident on the way.

But Ning Wuming’s face remained unchanged. Because what made his heart heavy was not because of Fang’s scroll, but because of the deep unease he felt when he saw it.

The heartbeat of a Tong Shen realm powerhouse was not very accurate, but such a strong uneasiness basically signalled that something was up, and it was not something trivial.

Thinking about Qin Xihai and the Four Sovereigns losing contact, then this so-called something happened ——

Ning Wuming was a little afraid to even think about it.

“Send a message to the Department Six branch in Lingzhou, do everything in your power to find the two divine constables.” Leng Mad Tu hastily instructed.

“Yes.”

“No, you go too,” Ning Wuming suddenly interrupted, “You go to Lingzhou as well, I’ll keep an eye on this place alone.”

“This ——” Leng Fantu looked at the unease and pleading in Ning Wuming’s eyes and said, “Is it really that serious?”

“It’s just a hunch, and I hope my hunch is wrong.” Ning Wuming sighed.

“Where you go, I’ll keep an eye on it here, Lingzhou is now the seat of the Taiping Society, and the disappearance of Xiuhai and the Four Gentlemen may have nothing to do with Qing Yu.”

“Please.”

“Good.” Leng Mad Tu nodded heavily.

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Time pa*sed slowly, and before you knew it, it was already mid-moon. The full moon of the 15th of August hung in the night sky, shining with a bright and clear light.

It was a day of reunion, but the men of Department Six who were on stakeout did not have the right to be reunited.

Ning Wuming gazed at the Seven Peaks of True Martial Arts under the night sky and stared in awe.

“Sheriff God Ning, please forgive me for coming uninvited!”

The sudden voice caused Ning Wuming’s heart to flinch and he raised his hand to point a finger to his right.

The power of the finger resembled a gun or a sword, and the stance was so varied that it seemed to have a hundred soldiers in it. A familiar finger, Pei Dongliu had used such a finger to stop Qing Yu at the Tai Zhen Palace, striking him with a blow that severely damaged him.

At that time, although Qing Yu had not yet reached the level of a God, after fusing the Twelve Swords of Xuan Yin, he had the combat power of a God. But even so, he could not receive Pei Dongliu’s finger.

Now, when faced with this finger again, Qing Yu only laughed lightly and the power of the finger turned into a puff of smoke three feet in front of his body.

Pei Dongliu is Pei Dongliu and Ning Wuming is Ning Wuming. If Pei Dongliu were present, Qing Yu would not dare to be so arrogant, but if it were Ning Wuming ——

Sorry, no need to be on top of it at all.

“Qing Yu–”

Ning Wuming recited this person’s name, his pupils tightening.

Although the two had never formally met, and the only time they had met, Qing Yu had met Ning Wuming with Xuan Du’s face, Ning Wuming was unaware of how many times he had seen Qing Yu’s portrait.

Even when he was blind, Ning had touched the specially made portrait of the blind with his hands. Therefore, when he saw Qing Yu, he let the name come out of his mouth without thinking.

“Oh? The Sheriff God knows the poor Taoist? Then I am honoured.” Qing Yu said with a smile.

“What are you doing here?” Ning Wuming questioned in a cold voice.

Although they had not met formally, they were already destined to be friends, not enemies. If he had not known that he was no match for Qing Yu, Ning would have fought him to the death.

“It’s just that I wanted to give the Sheriff God a mooncake for this Mid-Autumn Festival,” Qing Yu said with a smile, holding up the object in his left hand, “I don’t know why the Sheriff God didn’t go to reunite with his family instead of coming here to fight against the poor.”

“I am an orphan, without a father or mother, only the Sheriff God and Xiuhai are family. Now that the Sheriff God is seriously injured and in seclusion, and the whereabouts of Xiuhai are unknown, I naturally want to find the person who did it.”

Ning Wuming’s gaze was burning as he stared at Qing Yu, a cold light in his eyes, “I wonder if Qing Yu knows who the killer is?”

The reason he was still here was because he suspected that Qin Xihai’s disappearance was the work of Qing Yu.

“The murderer? Haha,” Qing Yu laughed softly, “isn’t this your Department Six’s specialty? How can a poor man outside the world know who the murderer is?”

“Haha ——” Ning Wuming also laughed suddenly, “Yes, the real person is a man of the world.”

“Then one needs to know that if a man outside the world enters the world, he may have a calamity and die for no good reason!”

Ning Wuming’s tone suddenly turned fierce and he threatened in a stern voice.

“Death by misfortune? Just you,” laughed Qing Yu.

He stepped forward slowly, seemingly defenceless as he approached, “I have heard that the divine constable was a wise man of the highest order, but how could he be so stupid now? If it were that easy for me to die, I would have died years ago. Isn’t it because of your incompetence that you only dare to do these petty tricks to anger the poor Tao nowadays?”

“Then do you dare to strike?” Ning Wuming returned a cold smile.

“If you dare to make a move, what awaits you is a disaster of extinction. Great Qian, has the strength to hang those rebels.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, Ning Wuming had already launched his palm, striking at the approaching Qing Yu with a palm strike.

However, when the palm print struck Qing Yu, there was no real feeling, only a void.

When he looked more closely, Qing Yu had already disappeared, except for a box of mooncakes left in place, proving that he had indeed come.

“Qing Yu ——”

Ning Wuming looked at the bright moon in the sky, only to feel that the moonlight was so cold that it gave rise to an infinite chill in one’s heart.

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“You’ve come down from the mountain?”

“Yes, went down the mountain to meet that Sheriff God.” Qing Yu slowly landed on the platform at the top of the mountain and picked up a mooncake on the stone table, “Mark him and find a time to kill him.”

His face was light, but the words that came out were murderous, “I’m tired of always having a mad dog staring at me and not letting go. Maybe it’s time to slaughter this mad dog.”

“I hear he’s a smart man and you call him a mad dog.” Gen-jin smirked.

“Maybe it’s because of the stubbornness of a wise man, or maybe it’s because of emotion ——”

Qing Yu looked at the full moon and said leisurely, “Smart people have feelings too, don’t they?”