Versatile Mage

“Muha is Sarang??” Zhou Min, Zhao Kunshan, Wang San Fat, Mu Bai all stayed!

It's a terrifying fact to think about. You know, Muhako was one of the chairmen of Tian Lan Magic High School at the time, and it was unfamiliar to all of them.

Moreover, the families of Mofan and Zhang Xiaohou were both at the service of Mojiaxing. Mofan's father, Mojiaxing, was the driver and logistics of Moga. When he thought of Moga as the most murderous demon in the Black Holy See, Salang, they felt a cold gust from their souls that had not calmed them down from that palpitation for a long time!

“This… this is unbelievable.” Zhao Kunshan was already a little unstable, and his body took a few steps back.

Mu Bai said that he should be the hardest to accept.

When her mother mentioned the matter of Yu 'an a while ago, Mu Bai only thought it was a coincidence, or that Yu 'an was someone who came into contact with the Black Holy See after entering Mu's house, but after Zhang Xiao Hu Tin Da Deacon, Mu Bai immediately thought of these things.

Mu Ha has always been very kind and caring for him, and Mu Ha has always been Mu Bai's most respected elder.

But the more so, the more Mulberry wants to clear his suspicions, how can he rest assured?

As a result… the result has evolved to his most acceptable place.

Zhang Xiaohou's information on his life will never be false, so his uncle Mu Ha is really a member of the Black Holy See, including Yu An, who sent this piece to Mu Zhuoyun, and Bo's people were arranged to come to Gu Du to facilitate their next plan...

“Sarang should have been placed under house arrest by us, this Muga is the Great Deacon of Tigers!” The white-white mysterious voice is a very serious way to go.

“Home arrest? You're under house arrest, Sarang. Why don't you take care of him?” Movan said with some surprise.

“We want to, but executing Sarang will surely take the lives of nearly 10 super-majors, because we have no certainty as to who is the true Sarang.” Han Xiong said.

Now the mysterious grey white men also gave their house arrest to the ancient capital high level.

This is the only way they can think of how to trap Sarang, and in fact, they know that the people who lost their lives when they learned this information were not only those who were in the alley, but those who found out about Sarang's true identity at the Magic Society trial were dead.

Han Silence and the mysterious white man must make this gamble, a conspirator that can plunge millions of people into extinction must not let him go!

“May Mongolia, Solitude, Cape Fei, Lu Wang and the four of them be among them??” Movan asked surprised.

Han Silence nodded: “I know Zhu Meng is actually the least suspect, but...”

“What if we can't find out who Sarang is?” Zhou Min asked.

“That's good...” Han sighed silently, and even he seemed to think it was extremely cruel. His face was utterly gloomy. “I had to...”

“Death!” The mysterious white man said.

The air solidified at this moment, and everyone looked incredibly at the president of the Magic Society and the mystery man.

Execute all…

Nearly ten high-ranking super-majors need to be sacrificed for a sarong, which is too cruel!!

Others may not be familiar, but just last night, the four lonely, wishful monks, Cape Fei and Lu Dynasty also made great contributions to the North Wall, and they also risked their lives to kill the ghost tyrant.

“Is this... worth it?” Square Valley couldn't help but breathe in.

“This is the decision of the Supreme Court, and Sarang, without exception, is bound to wreak even greater havoc, and as you can see, this catastrophe, how many lives, how many families… We have made enormous sacrifices to finally lock the list among these high ranks, and this time we have not slaughtered him, and most likely we will never have another chance!” Han Silence bit his teeth and said.

Nobody knows how much their trial will cost to find Sarang.

In fact, even if the hypothetical plot is not put in place, gathering high officials there will also adopt a house arrest plan. The death of that person is to further confirm, and convince those high officials that they are willing to be placed under house arrest...

To that end alone, sacrifices were made that would make it possible to pile up Sarang's house arrest in the mountains.

What would anyone and the organization do?

Can we really let Sarang go if we look at this lost spirit and see the city crying and crying and waiting to die?

It is true that this decision is quite unfair to other innocent elites, that there is no alternative, and that there is really no alternative.

“The Black Holy See's next plan is to revive Qin Wang Ying's administration, and once he wakes up, the inner city will be completely in hell. Nearly ten high-ranking lives in exchange for the lives of millions of people in the city. What choice do we have?” The mysterious white man spoke of excitement and his body was shaking.

He has been in darkness, his name has not even been written on the glorious Magic Society roster, he has done something similar to the Black Holy See, the only difference is that the Black Holy See is being destroyed and he is using the lives of countless subordinates to stop it.

But for decades he understood a truth, and there was nothing more than a battle for the survival of most people at the expense of a group of people, any guard mission that rose to the stake of a city or even a nation!

Without the tranquillity of bloody sacrifices, the decision taken by the Magic Society would be contrary to justice, morally condemned and even faceless to face these dedicated innocent executives and their families, but in doing so they would at least be worthy of a suffering people and the overwhelming majority.

“But what if Sarang is a man who is not afraid to die, and he doesn't mind being buried in order to do so? Also, if I say, if you are wrong, Sarang is not among those high levels at all, all the high levels are buried, the monarchy level spirit is unopposed, I think even if Qin Wang Ying's administration is not resurrected, the security junction will not last for a few days, you do it too extreme.” Mubai said immediately.

“Why don't we understand what you're saying, but before you ask these questions, we'll come up with better ways too, otherwise all the questions are pointless, so it's better to execute them, do something, maybe work.” The mysterious white man said.

“This…” Mulberton was jammed.

“When are you going to implement this cut-off plan?” Movan asked seriously.

“At the time of the Mountain Body's attack on the security junction.” Han Xiong said.

“I agree with Mubai that once the high level dies, the Dead Soul Monarch can slaughter the city, these people cannot die. Now we know that Muga is the Deacon of Tibet, and since the Deacon of Tibet is the right arm of Sarang, then he must know who is the true Salang...” said Movan.

“You said that the Great Deacon of Tiju must have replaced Sarang in the overall control. The inner city is covered with the eyes of the Black Holy See. When we guard the magician, he will surely flee.” The mysterious white man says.

“Let's go!” Movan said in a cold voice.

“Yeah, let's get Muha!” Zhou Min said.

“What makes you think you'll find this Deacon? ”

“We don't have to go to him. He'll come to us.” Movan said with great certainty.

“He may have come himself before we let the magician bring you here, but I'm afraid not now.” The mysterious white man says.

“Yes, he will. Now the question is how to get the message to his ear!” Movan said with great certainty.

“I know a teahouse owner who will contact my uncle from time to time, and I think it's probably a problem too... I can pretend to take refuge in his teahouse and inadvertently give him the message you are going to convey. He is from the Black Holy See and will definitely pass it on to my uncle!” Mu Bai's eyes flashed a little resolute.