There is Definitely Something Wrong with This Game

Chapter 89: I'm on the lawful justice side

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Of course, Gu Moli was not just making random guesses.

He has a basis for his statement.

First of all, according to the narration of the game script, the world of martial arts has been peaceful for a hundred years, but is about to face a great chaos, and there is a mastermind behind it. Gu Moli judges others by himself. If he is the mastermind, how can he make this world of martial arts, which has been peaceful for a hundred years, become chaotic again

The method is very simple.

From the introduction of the script, we can know that the reason why the martial arts world is stable is because of the emergence of the five righteous sects and the three evil sects. What if all or most of these eight sects are severely damaged? If the power to suppress the martial arts world disappears, ambitious people will naturally emerge like mushrooms after rain.

So if you want to cause chaos in the world.

All we need to do is inflict heavy damage on the eight major sects.

How to deal a heavy blow

The eight major sects are located in eight different areas of the martial arts world. A single move could affect the entire body. It is simply unrealistic to severely damage several of them in one fell swoop, unless they are gathered together.

How can we get them together

Tomb of the First Emperor.

The clues were easily connected, and after a little sorting, Gu Moli came to the conclusion: "There is no doubt that this is a conspiracy of the court. As long as three or more of the eight major sects respond to the court's call and come, when the time comes, the arrows of command are fired, and the ambushed court army rushes forward..."

Even the gods would be hacked to death by you.

As for whether people from the eight major sects will come

"The most terrifying thing in the world is endless greed. How could the eight major sects not be able to hold back?"

"I will definitely come."

"Even if they know that the court has a conspiracy, I'm afraid someone will come."

Gu Moli's brain was working rapidly, and he quickly worked out a perfect ambush and killing plan for the court in his mind.

Firstly, the army cannot be deployed openly, as that would be too conspicuous and would not be able to be concealed. If it is really a dead end, the sects and the gangsters will not come, so at least on the surface they have to act sincere and not let anyone see that there is an ambush, and everything must be done according to the rules.

Secondly, pull out all the masters that the court can prepare to maintain order. After all, if they can't take the cannon fodder route, then they can only take the elite route, accumulate the main force of the court, and annihilate most of the masters of the eight major sects. This is also good, and there is no difference in the effect.

Finally, you need to prepare one or two big killer weapons.

It is a powerful weapon that can determine the fate of the world in one fell swoop and is beyond other people's imagination.

What will it be

Countless possibilities suddenly emerged in Gu Moli's mind.

But in the end, he took the initiative to cut off this part of his thinking. After all, if he didn't see it with his own eyes, he couldn't be sure of the specific situation. So far, he was just speculating, and speculation can only be called the truth after it is proven. Thinking of this, Gu Moli immediately raised his head and looked at Ji Wuyun.

"... .Xiaoji."

"hiss!"

When Ji Wuyun heard Gu Moli's pretending to be gentle tone, he felt goose bumps all over his body.

However, looking at the black submachine gun in Gu Moli's hand, Ji Wuyun still showed a flattering smile: "I wonder what you want, young man?"

"You just said that you've considered going to the Tomb of the First Emperor, right?"

"... .ah?"

Ji Wuyun reacted quickly. He understood after a short pause. His eyes twitched and his expression changed several times before he immediately revealed an embarrassment: "... This, young man, you don't know. I have an 88-year-old mother at home who is waiting for me to take care of her..."

"I understand. I understand."

"Family is more important."

"I am a lawful and just person. I will never force anyone."

Gu Moli showed an understanding smile and pointed the muzzle of the submachine gun in his hand at Ji Wuyun.

Ji Wuyun: “!!!”

"... Young man? Excuse me, what is this...?"

"Ah, don't get me wrong, God of Thieves. I'm definitely not pointing it at you to threaten you. Don't worry, I will never pull the trigger to kill you."

“… … ..”

"By the way, what did you just say?"

"... I mean, although I still have an 88-year-old mother to take care of at home, if she knew that I was repaying you for saving her life, she would definitely be grateful to you and let me help you. The Tomb of the First Emperor is no problem at all."

"So you're willing to take me to the Tomb of the First Emperor?"

"good!"

Gu Moli shook the submachine gun in his hand: "Don't force it, okay?"

Ji Wuyun's face suddenly became serious when he saw this: "It's not forced at all, this is the word of justice!"

... ... ... ... ... ...

"Master Xiao Jian, what you mean is that the Thief God is not only a member of the imperial court, but also sneaked into our Xiaoyao Sect under the secret order of the imperial court, attempting to steal our Xiaoyao Sect's magical skills?"

"good."

"We can tell from the handwriting that the Thief God left in the Martial Arts Hall. It seems that he is planning to continue to go to the other thirteen preaching peaks to steal martial arts."

"How can this be possible..."

"The lackeys of the imperial court are going too far!"

In the main hall of the first peak, the elders of Xiaoyao Sect were discussing the matter, and some of them showed doubts. After all, all of them were veterans of the martial arts world, and everyone knew how dangerous the martial arts world was. Naturally, they would think of what Gu Moli could think of.

"In this case, the so-called imperial summons may not be credible. If the tomb of the First Emperor is fake, I'm afraid this is a strategy of the imperial court to gather and annihilate him."

"So, we won't go to the Tomb of the First Emperor? But if we go there to worship the Snake Cult and get any of the eight sacred objects, it will be bad..."

"That's true."

"That makes sense."

This is the helplessness of the major sects in the martial arts world.

Sometimes, even though you are more than 80% sure that there is a conspiracy, you dare not gamble on that 80% possibility. What if you are wrong? What if that 20% accident happens? For a large sect, it would be almost a disaster.

"We still have to go to the Mausoleum of the First Emperor."

“But we must think twice before choosing the right person.”

"And someone in the sect needs to keep watch to prevent the thief from coming again..."

As everyone was talking, their eyes fell on Xiao Rumo again.

That's right. No matter how you think about it, a highly dangerous mission like going to the Tomb of the First Emperor should be sent by the most capable person in the sect to make people feel at ease. Moreover, this person must be an old hand who can distinguish what is conspiracy and what is not. He cannot be a reckless man with only martial arts skills.

Looking at the Xiaoyao Sect, Xiao Rumo is undoubtedly the best candidate.

Even Xiao Rumo himself knew it.

So after a moment of silence, he chose to stand up.

"In that case."

"Let me lead the way to the First Emperor's Tomb."

"good!"

At the highest seat in the hall, the head of the Xiaoyao Sect quickly nodded and agreed to Xiao Rumo's request, and the expressions of the many elders in the hall also became much more relaxed, and they were obviously relieved. This shows how much confidence they have in their own sword master.

"Leave this matter to Sword Master Xiao."

"My Xiaoyao Sect has no worries!"

Amid the flattery of the elders, Xiao Rumo strode out of the hall of the first peak. His steps were still firm and his eyes were still sharp. But just as he walked out of the hall, a strong wind suddenly blew over the mountain, blowing up the snow-white hair of this sword master.

And where no one can see.

The brow of the world's number one swordsman revealed a hint of genuine fatigue.