Who Stole My Eggs?

On the fourth day after Huo Yao left, a huge earthquake occurred throughout the abyss. The already tattered ground was shaken with large cracks everywhere.

The monsters in the abyss were all rough-skinned and fleshy, so they were not afraid of the earthquake. However, this kind of bad omen always made people uneasy, so they crawled out and looked at the sky one after another.

The big earthquake frightened the big golden egg. It seemed to have forgotten that Xie Zuo always wanted to eat it, and instead jumped into his arms for protection.

Xie Zuo held the big golden egg in his arms and stood on the top of the highest mountain, looking overhead, wondering what had happened above to cause such a huge movement in the abyss.

Huo Yao had been gone for several days, but no news had come. Xie Zuo was upset as soon as he opened his eyes that day, always feeling that something bad was going to happen.

Earthquakes of various sizes lasted for seven days, and on the eighth day, the abyss finally became completely stable. On that day, the lightning-shaped bracelet on Xie Zuo’s wrist disappeared silently.

Xie Zuo touched his empty left wrist, no longer hesitated, handed the big golden egg that had been with him to Lao Luo, and got up and went to the sky.

Something must have happened to Huo Yao!

However, without the bracelet Huo Yao had given him, he would be imprisoned on the Lotus Platform of the Southern Emperor in the Divine Realm, unable to go anywhere.

Xie Zuo looked at the empty Southern Temple, and his uneasiness grew more and more serious: Where was Mu Rong? Normally, as soon as he called him, he would appear immediately. He had called him many times, but there was no response.

Xie Zuo didn’t stay on the Lotus Platform for long before he was forced to return to the abyss. When Lao Luo saw him coming back, he flew over anxiously, “Your Majesty, have you found the Great Deity of Thunder?”

“Do you know what happened?”

Lao Luo looked ashamed, “I am just a book, mainly recording the affairs of the Demon Realm, Asura Realm, and the Divine Realm and I can’t know the things of the other three realms in real time.”

However, Lao Luo still mentioned something feasible. He suggested, “Your Majesty is the emperor of the Southern Kingdom now. You can summon all the divine envoys of the Southern Kingdom. If Mu Rong is not here, let’s try someone else—”

“Good idea. I’m really out of my mind.” Xie Zuo sat down cross-legged and closed his eyes. He closed his eyes and used his spiritual consciousness to call Qing Jun, the envoy of the Southern Kingdom, who was also one of Mu Rong’s capable men.

As soon as Xie Zuo’s consciousness entered Qing Jun’s sea of consciousness, he heard his painful cry.

“Qing Jun, Qing Jun…what happened? Why are you crying? Where’s Mu Rong?”

In the sea of consciousness, there was the body of Qing Jun, a huge mushroom with green light. When he saw Xie Zuo, he cried even more powerfully, “Emperor, woo woo woo, Emperor, you are finally here!”

As soon as he cried, water kept dripping from the big mushroom.

Xie Zuo thought he was worthy of being someone whom Mu Rong valued. His temperament and behavior were very similar to him. “Let’s talk about it first.”

Qing Jun cried loudly: “Mu Rong…Mu Rong was killed by the Deity of Thunder!”

“What?!” Xie Zuo felt as if he had been struck by lightning, “This is impossible!”

“It’s true, it’s him.” Qing Jun sobbed, “Not only Mu Rong, but also Man Yue, Qing Cha… and many more…”

Qing Jun reported the names of all the southern deities who had died in recent days, including Mu Rong, totaling 101. They were all killed by huge thunder and lightning through their chests, and each of them died miserably.

Xie Zuo’s mind went blank. Mu Rong was dead, and there were many other divine envoys. Was it Huo Yao’s fault? This was impossible, it was ridiculous! After a long time, he found his voice: “What evidence is there that the Great Deity of Thunder did it? He has no reason!”

Qing Jun said angrily: “It was thunder and lightning that killed them! In the entire world, he is the only one who can use the power of thunder and lightning. If not him, who else? Emperor, you must avenge us, they died so tragically!”

Xie Zuo forced himself to calm down, “Where are you now? Take me to see their… remains.”

Qing Jun held back tears: “There are no remains, there is nothing. After we found out, all the remains were burned by lightning. ”

This was definitely weird! If the thunder and lightning didn’t burn the envoys earlier, then there was no need to burn them later. But if the thunder and lightning insisted on burning the remain after being seen by Qing Jun and others, this must be a frame-up!

Xie Zuo went through the names of the dead again and suddenly discovered that they were all the envoys who were present during the riot in Wu Mountain and Meng Mountain.

“Where is Huo Yao? Where has he gone?”

“I don’t know. He may have escaped, or he may have been caught by Tiandi. He did such a heinous thing and deserves to be punished by Tiandi!”

Xie Zuo looked at the sad Qing Jun and knew that it would be useless to say anything at this moment. He wanted to learn more about the situation as soon as possible.

Xie Zuo patted Qing Jun’s big umbrella head comfortingly: “Go and report a message to Feng Yi for me and ask him to come see me as soon as possible.”

“As you command.” Qing Jun said in a trembling voice, “Emperor, where should Emperor Feng Yi find you?”

“He knows where I am, go ahead.”

This kind of spiritual communication consumed Xie Zuo’s demonic power, and he was at the end of his strength, so he cut off the contact.

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In a small temple in the southern country, Qing Jun’s body shook violently and he woke up from his sleep.

Qing Jun did not dare to delay for a moment and immediately rushed to the west.

Arriving at the junction of the Southern Kingdom and the Western Heaven, Qing Jun immediately saw Feng Yi in a fiery red dress. He was standing on the top of a huge sycamore tree, staring at the sky in a daze.

Qing Jun rushed forward, “Your Majesty Emperor Feng, Your Majesty, I have something important to tell you!”

“Are you… the Qing Jun next to Mu Rong?” Feng Yi frowned and looked at him.

“It’s me!” Qing Jun didn’t expect Feng Yi to remember him, so he couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief, “The emperor asked me to send you a message, hoping to see you as soon as possible.”

Feng Yi was a little surprised: “How do you get in touch with your emperor?”

“The emperor entered my sea of consciousness to communicate with me.” Qing Jun raised his sleeves and wiped his tears, “I have told him about the tragedy in the southern country. Oh, he knows it was the Thunder Deity who did it.”

“Hmm.” Feng Yi put his arm around Qing Jun’s shoulders, “Who else has come into contact with your emperor?”

Qing Jun shook his head, “No one else.”

“Well, you’re in trouble.” Feng Yi said softly.

“What?”

Qing Jun suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest. He looked down and saw a red phoenix feather passing through his chest from behind, with his blood hanging on each feather.

Feng Yi pushed Qing Jun, and Qing Jun fell upside down from the tall sycamore tree, turning into countless blue light spots in mid-air.