Chapter 727: Chapter 727: Can You Handle It?
I took the two business cards and walked into the school.
From various clues around the campus, it was obvious the school had been abandoned for a long time.
The plants previously planted on the campus had all withered, content on the bulletin board was from ten years ago, and the basketball hoop on the field had rusted and collapsed to the ground.
"What is the Arbitration Council?" Yun Hao asked, furrowing his brow.
Yu Rongling replied, "Never heard of it."
"The Arbitration Council’s full name is the Geomancy Arbitration Council, founded by my master, Zhang Zidao, when he was young, to unite the entire Mystic Arts Realm," I knew roughly that much, "I heard it consists of a president and twelve permanent directors."
It was only through a fight and subsequent acquaintance with Zhang Zidao, and by exposing Wang Heyin, the mastermind behind creating zombie demons and president of the council, that I had heard a bit about this organization.
Yun Hao’s period of rebirth and silence had been too long. For him, completely integrating into this era hadn’t happened, with part of his consciousness still lingering in the past.
Not knowing about the Arbitration Council was understandable.
As for Yu Er... it was simply a lack of exposure...
I smelled the increasingly strong stench of decaying mud mixed with the smell of corpses in the air and quickened my steps unconsciously.
My eyelid twitched rapidly, unable to help worrying that something might happen to Chen Ahmao.
"Just now, who was that woman you have a grudge against? Do you know her? Why did she say Yu Longting had killed one of your children?"
Yun Hao asked abruptly, as if voicing a deep-seated confusion from the bottom of his heart.
His words caught me off guard, nearly making me trip over nothing.
Thankfully, Yu Er steadied me just in time and gave Yun Hao a disdainful glance, "I didn’t expect your IQ to be that low, Yun Hao. My brother loves my sister-in-law so much, how could he possibly kill their child? You believe the words of a dead woman?"
"What I meant was, the child my mother had before she met Snake Lord, with another man," Yun Hao said, "If it was another man’s child, given Snake Lord’s arrogant and domineering nature, eliminating that child would be understandable."
Yu Er stared at Yun Hao as if he were talking about a crazy deity, "Your mom had an affair with my brother too? Aren’t you from the same era as my old man? How old is your mom? Could my brother handle being with her?"
Yun Hao: "..."
Listening to Yu Er’s dumbass remarks, Yun Hao pinched the bridge of his nose repeatedly.
"Just spit it out, I was born late and don’t know much gossip, hurry up and tell me," Yu Rongling nagged Yun Hao, insisting that he share the gossip.
Yun Hao’s brow throbbed, "My mother, I meant Su Wan."
"What? You’re calling my sister-in-law ’mother’..."
Yu Rongling yelled, "My sister-in-law... is your mom? How does that make sense? You’re thousands of years older than her, even older than my brother! Your brain must be fried..."
The dumbass’s voice was very loud, standing out starkly.
It broke the silence near the lake.
The formidable crowd by the lake, all turned their eyes toward us.
My eyes caught sight of the lake from the WeChat photo, drained of water.
It was unclear what had happened, but the lakebed was filled with numerous bones.
There were human bones, animal bones, and even fish bones...
"Master... Master... I’m here," Chen Ahmao’s strange shouts came.
I saw him, unscathed, hugging a large tree by the riverbank, just as I was about to sigh in relief.
Then I saw a very thick tree root buried in the ground.
Suddenly a force from who knows where powerfully pulled up half of it, causing the tree to instantly collapse toward the lake.
Chen Ahmao panicked terribly, "Mom! Someone save us, wuu wuu wuu... Am I really going to die here? I’m not married yet, I don’t have a girlfriend, I haven’t even been in love."
"Boss, stop howling, I’m right beneath you, if anyone is dying, it’s me and Ah Qiang before you, hurry and let your master save me," underneath Chen Ahmao, another voice came through.
I jogged over and took a look, my legs instantly went weak.
The lake was very deep, at least five meters.
From deep within the lake, a thin and long green arm stretched out, easily three to four meters long.
The arm was tipped with green claws that had grabbed the ankle of a nonconformist youth, who in turn was holding another nonconformist youth.
And Chen Ahmao was pulling both of them, with one arm wrapped around the big willow tree, ensuring the trio didn’t fall in.