Chapter 62

At this moment, Liu Hong was as shocked as if the earth had split open, standing there like a wooden statue, staring blankly at Meng Laikai in front of her.

It was not her fault for reacting so strongly. During her battle with the Mad Slave, she had already sensed someone spying on her and had confirmed the number and location of the spies through her "Netherworld Perception."

In fact, her perception had proven to be very accurate, and she had even seen the appearance of the four people.

One of them was Wang Chao, who had saved her life in a critical moment, and the other three were the "Three Corpse-Eating Ghosts" mentioned by Wang Chao!

However, now, Meng Laikai was telling her that there was another person besides these four. How could she remain calm?

Her "Netherworld Perception" could even detect the most skilled at hiding, the Seven-Star Magic Beast "Blood King Spider." Could it be that the fifth person was even more powerful than the "Blood King Spider"?

"How... how is this possible?"

Liu Hong could not accept this fact.

She had great confidence in her "Netherworld Perception," which had helped her avoid countless dangers!

"My deduction is not wrong!" At this moment, Meng Laikai's voice, tinged with a sigh, echoed.

He was just as surprised by this matter!

Although he could confirm from the piece of paper in front of him that there was a fifth person at the scene, he did not know where that person was hiding.

And this piece of paper was so mysterious, making it impossible to understand what the blurred words on it meant.

Meng Laikai had studied this piece of paper dozens of times, but with his experience, he could not figure out its purpose or the meaning of its appearance at the scene of the battle.

Because he found no useful clues, Meng Laikai could not deduce any information about the fifth person.

Liu Hong opened her mouth to speak but stopped. She wanted to argue that her "Netherworld Perception" would never be wrong, but a sudden thought flashed in her mind.

Her "Netherworld Perception" had once failed, on the day Dong Fangxiuzhe broke into the large dormitory area and severely injured Wang Dashan.

Liu Hong still did not understand how Dong Fangxiuzhe had managed to evade her "Netherworld Perception" that day.

"Could the fifth person be...?"

She shook her head sharply, driving the strange thought from her mind. She could not accept that a three-year-old boy could be so powerful, especially since he was her student.

In her mind, even if the prodigy Dong Fangxiuzhe was very powerful, he could not defy the laws of nature!

"Teacher Liu Hong, did you think of something?"

Meng Laikai noticed Liu Hong's changing expression and asked curiously.

"Nothing... nothing."

Liu Hong's lips curled into a bitter smile. She did not want Meng Laikai to know the strange thought that had just flashed in her mind, as she believed it was absolutely impossible!

The room fell silent for a moment, with Liu Hong and Meng Laikai each lost in their thoughts, neither speaking.

At this moment, a knock came from outside.

Seeing the three people who entered, both Meng Laikai and Liu Hong were taken aback.

The first to enter was a young, muscular man, about twenty-five or twenty-six years old. Although he was dressed in rough clothes, his eyes, which sparkled with a sharp light, revealed that he was not an ordinary farmer.

Behind the young, muscular man were two little girls, not very tall, around ten years old, with charming and attractive faces. More surprisingly, the two girls looked as if they were carved from the same mold, not only in their identical clothing but also in their synchronized movements.

The sudden appearance of these three people left Meng Laikai and Liu Hong staring at each other, unsure of the situation.

"Could they be here to bring the children to class?"

Meng Laikai thought this was a possibility, as the two little girls' ages matched the admission criteria for the "Grassroots启蒙 School."

Not only did he think so, but Liu Hong also had the same idea, and she couldn't help but take a closer look at the twin sisters.

"Principal, I am Zhao Hu. I have come to visit my young master!" Zhao Hu explained politely.

Upon hearing this, Meng Laikai vaguely remembered having seen this man before. After a moment's thought, he recalled.

"You are Dong Fangxiuzhe's...?" Meng Laikai stood up.

"Exactly!" Zhao Hu smiled and then asked, "Is my young master well?"

"Yes, he is fine!"

While saying this, Meng Laikai added in his mind, "Too fine, causing me no end of headaches!"

Liu Hong felt that her presence was unnecessary and was about to leave, but at that moment, a clear exclamation from one of the little girls made her heart skip a beat.

"Hey? Sister, look, there's a 'curse symbol' on the table!" Chen Xing asked in surprise.

Although her voice was low, it still reached Liu Hong's ears!

"You... what did you just say?"

Liu Hong took a quick step forward and asked excitedly, "What did you say that was? Do you recognize it? Where have you seen it...?"

Faced with these rapid-fire questions, Chen Xing was stunned, realizing she had spoken out of turn.

Remembering the young master's instructions before he left, Chen Xing quickly grabbed her sister Chen Yue's arm, looking flustered.

The more she acted this way, the more Liu Hong was convinced that this little girl recognized the piece of paper on the table!

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The sun gradually rose higher, and the temperature increased.

On an ancient road.

An old man stood anxiously beside a large rock by the roadside, his fingers continuously rubbing a blood-red ring on his finger, his gaze frequently shifting to the distance.

"Damn it, why is no one here yet? Doesn't he know he's already half an hour late?"

The old man's face grew increasingly grim. If it weren't for the thing he wanted, he wouldn't be standing in the scorching sun like a fool!

A little more time passed, and just as his patience was about to run out, a figure slowly approached from the distance.

The old man, known as Qianzhisou, was about to scold the person, but when he saw the man's icy, piercing gaze, a chill ran through his body, and he swallowed his words.

No matter when, when facing this cold-blooded man, even the self-important Qianzhisou would feel a sense of tension, as if he were in the presence of a wild beast.

If Liu Hong or Meng Laikai were here, they would be greatly surprised, because the man the old man was waiting for was none other than the Mad Slave!

The man with monstrous strength!

And they would be even more surprised to see that the arm that had been twisted off had healed in just a few days!

What was the purpose of this meeting between the man called the Mad Slave and Qianzhisou?

What was the thing that Qianzhisou was so eager to obtain?