The room was silent.

Then, Xiaoyuan heard crying from behind, the heart-piercing cry of a young man.

Secretary Zhou walked down the mottled stone steps and came to an underground corridor made of stones.

The lights are the kind of tungsten bulbs from the 1990s, one after another embedded in the ceiling of the corridor, and the orange lights illuminate the prison cell built underground.

The ceiling of the corridor, the walls on both sides, and the ground are all made of equal square stones. Dense tree roots protrude from the gaps between the stones. Some parts of the walls are even directly covered by large areas of roots.

There are many rooms in the underground cell, but they are all empty.

Secretary Zhou's leather shoes made a crisp knocking sound as they stepped on the stone slab.

Not long after, he came to the cell at the end of the corridor, and saw the young man sitting cross-legged on the bed.

The young man's body is entangled by roots, and there are no other restrictions.

But Secretary Zhou knew very well that even a demigod would find it difficult to break free from being entangled by these roots.

Because these roots also come from the demigod, the president of the Hundred Flowers Society.

This is the basement of the Inspiration Temple on the outskirts of the capital.

There is a hundred-year-old tree in the Inspiration Temple, which is one of the president's avatars. The president of the Hundred Flowers Club is the most mysterious leader. Only saw him a few times.

It's the kind of demigod who doesn't even bother to show up without the end of the world.

But the president is everywhere. When necessary, any plant or animal in the capital can be him.

"Yuanshi Tianzun, the headquarters has decided to hold a trial meeting for you tomorrow, what do you think?"

Secretary Zhou is a middle-aged man with a gloomy temperament, with regular facial features, oiled hair, and a tall and straight figure that is more stylish than a young man.

"Do you want to hear me begging for mercy, or scolding my mother?" Zhang Yuanqing looked over, with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes, "If it's begging for mercy, wouldn't it be best for me to offer the Heaven Sacrifice suit and all the props?"

There is no doubt that his death has come.

Zhang Yuanqing was reflecting on two things throughout the day.

First, why did he take part in the crab banquet with a fluke mentality?

If he hadn't participated in the crab feast on October 1st and hid in the dungeon, he wouldn't have received Zhao Xintong's call for help, and naturally he wouldn't have been involved in this matter, although he never regretted it.

Second, he was always worried about the coming of death, and actively responded, but ignored Xiaoyuan and Kou Beiyue.

Why can't the death robbery be a replica of the plane ambush incident? Although he bought a house for Madoka and the others and changed the address, it was not absolutely safe.

��Of course, unless Madoka and the others are directly sent out of the country, it is impossible to achieve 100% safety.

Zhang Yuanqing has not figured out these two questions so far. He suspects that he has become a pawn, but he has no evidence.

If there is really someone behind the scenes to fuel the flames, it can only be said that such a push is almost impossible to detect in advance and cannot be avoided.

Elder Cai is a rain master, without the corresponding ability, is Lingtuo? He shot himself in advance? Then why did Lingtuo tolerate the demon king becoming the peak master and approaching the demigod.

But can't he allow Yuanshi Tianzun to live a few more years?

Now that he is in prison and lacks information channels, it is difficult to find out the real context of the incident. JrNovels.com