Full-Time Magister: Super Mage

Chapter 373 Clues to Zhang Xiaohou, Mu Bai in a daze

Seeing Zhang Xiaohou's agonizing state, He Yu and Su Xiaoluo felt their hearts clench, while Jiang Han frowned and asked, "Isn't there any way to completely resolve this?"

"Yes, the simplest way is for the caster to undo the spell himself, but it's almost impossible for the Black Vatican to save him."

"Besides that, we need to find a master of the Mind-Body system who can also use healing holy light from the Healing system. Only through their combined efforts can we possibly remove the Forgetfulness Worm from his body."

"The president minored in healing magic, but there aren't any top-tier cultivators in the ancient capital who major in the mind magic system. If it weren't for this disaster, we could have sent mages from other provinces and cities to provide support. But you've all seen the situation now..." The gray-haired mystery man explained to Jiang Han.

"Then wouldn't Xiao Hou be..." He Yu covered her mouth with tears in her eyes and couldn't say anything.

At that moment, Zhang Xiaohou, writhing in agony, roared, "Mu He, it's Mu He!!!"

"And what else?! What else?!"

The more Zhang Xiaohou thought about it, the more painful it became. However, he did not want the tragedy of Bocheng to be repeated in the ancient capital. Therefore, he had to remember the Black Vatican's plan even if it cost him his life.

Zhang Xiaohou looked unusually terrifying, with bulging veins on his forehead, as if he might burst at any moment.

"Kid, stop right now! You'll die if you keep going!" Han Ji roared.

"Bang!!"

Jiang Han, who was closer to Zhang Xiaohou, made a lightning-fast move, delivering a heavy chop to the back of Zhang Xiaohou's neck and forcibly knocking him unconscious. Those who survived the disaster in Bo City all hated the Black Church, so he knew very well what Zhang Xiaohou was going to do.

After Zhang Xiaohou was knocked unconscious, he stopped recalling his forgotten memories, and at the same time, the terrifying dark blue toxin that spread throughout his blood vessels began to slowly subside.

"His life was barely saved thanks to the guild leader's transcendental level; otherwise, he would have been dead the moment the attack started," the gray-haired mystery man said, still somewhat shaken, as he looked at the unconscious Zhang Xiaohou.

"I'll go and drag that old bastard Mu He out first. As for Salang, I'll leave it to you guys," Jiang Han said coldly.

"Sarang has been placed under house arrest, but we haven't made a decision on what to do with him yet," the gray-haired mystery man said with utmost seriousness.

"Salang is such a threat, why don't you get rid of him?" Liu Ru asked, somewhat puzzled.

"We'd like to, but executing Salang would cost the lives of nearly ten high-level mages. The main problem is that we can't be sure who the real Salang is," Han Ji said with a hint of helplessness.

The gray-haired mystery man also explained to Jiang Han the matter of the high-ranking officials in the ancient capital being placed under house arrest. In order to trap Salang, they had sacrificed countless underground intelligence personnel. Anyone who could get in touch with Salang's true identity had died.

This is a gamble that Han Ji and the gray-white mysterious man have to take, and they have to gamble for the sake of the millions of people in the inner city.

"The price you've paid for this gamble is too high. I can provide you with a useful clue," Jiang Han said after thinking for a moment.

"What clue?" Han Ji and the gray-white mystery looked at Jiang Han with suspicion, wondering what useful clues Jiang Han had.

"Sarang is a woman, whether you believe it or not is up to you," Jiang Han said.

"Are you sure?!" Han Ji excitedly reached out his withered hand and grabbed Jiang Han's arm.

If what Jiang Han said is true, it not only frees up several super-level mages for them, but also narrows the scope, giving them a greater chance to kill Salang. Do you think Han Ji, as the president of the Magic Association, wouldn't be excited?

"If the intelligence is true, you have indirectly saved millions of people in the ancient capital. I thank you on their behalf." Han Ji said, bowing to Jiang Han.

"You trust me that much? Aren't you afraid my information is fake?" Jiang Han said with a smile.

"I believe the Jiang family wouldn't joke about the lives of hundreds of people." As he spoke, Han Ji's eyes were filled with respect. Through the young man in front of him, he seemed to see again the old man who guarded the southern garrison and fought against dozens of alien mages.

"Ahem, Chairman Han, I need you to spread a message that we'll use the Earthly Sacred Spring from Mo Fan to concoct a potion to counteract the Nine Nether Dew, thereby ending this calamity of the undead," Jiang Han said after a light cough.

Having secured the position of president of the Ancient Capital Magic Association, Han Ji couldn't understand what Jiang Han was up to.

"Since you've already made your plans, I'll naturally cooperate with you, but please be careful," Han Ji said.

"Okay." Jiang Han nodded. "Then I'll leave my friend in your care."

After talking with Han Ji, He Yu and Su Xiaoluo stayed behind to look after Zhang Xiaohou, while Fang Gu and Liu Ru went with Jiang Han to find Mo Fan and his group. With the help of Han Ji, the president of the association, Jiang Han quickly reunited with Mo Fan and his group.

"Jiang Han, where's Monkey? Didn't you go to find him? Why didn't he come with you?" Mo Fan asked疑惑地问道.

"Didn't I mention before that the monkey was cursed? It's a vicious spell that combines curses with mental techniques. As for its origin, I don't need to tell you; you can probably guess," Jiang Han explained.

"Is it the Black Vatican?!" Mo Fan said through gritted teeth.

Jiang Han did not deny it. After telling Mo Fan and the others about Zhang Xiaohou's situation, he also explained the next plan in detail.

"I never imagined that old bastard Mu He was actually the Tiger Deacon of the Black Vatican!" Mo Fan said angrily.

Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, Mo Fan turned to look at the silent Mu Bai, and then sighed helplessly.

"Mu Bai, your cultivation has improved rather quickly these past few years. Could it be that you are also..." Wang Sanpang looked at Mu Bai beside him in horror, his fat body involuntarily shifting to the side.

"You fatso, stop talking nonsense! How could Mu Bai possibly be a member of the Black Vatican? He hates the Black Vatican more than anyone else!" Zhao Kunsan shouted, his face flushed red.

Mu Bai, the person involved, remained silent and did not try to explain anything. Instead, he sat there blankly.

Mu He, as his uncle—no, he should be called his father—has always been very good to him. Now, to tell him that Mu He is the Tiger-Jin Grand Deacon of the Black Vatican and one of the executioners who caused the disaster in the ancient capital, how can Mu Bai possibly accept this?

Mu Bai desperately wanted to clear Mu He's name, but could the information obtained by Zhang Xiaohou at the risk of his life be false?

"Mu Bai is definitely not a member of the Black Vatican, you can rest assured about that," Jiang Han said.

Mo Fan looked at Mu Bai, who was still in a daze, with sympathy. He didn't know how to comfort Mu Bai. In fact, he also believed in Mu Bai. Although he couldn't help but tease Mu Bai every time they met, he still knew Mu Bai quite well.

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