Chapter 577: I'm Here to Find Lin Yan

Seeing this, the three Hall Masters nodded with satisfaction and, after saying goodbye to Wang Jincheng, turned and disappeared into the clouds.

Wang Jincheng rubbed his tired eyes and muttered to himself:

"Finally done... There shouldn't be anything left to deal with..."

"Hmm... No, it seems there is indeed one more thing."

In Wang Jincheng’s mind, he suddenly recalled the red-clad opera performer standing in the rain with an umbrella, and he clicked his tongue helplessly.

"Forget it, I might as well make a trip."

……

Wuji Realm.

A black-robed figure hurried through a dim corridor, arrived anxiously before a magnificent portal, and pushed it open with both hands.

As the heavy portal made a muffled sound, a spacious church appeared before his eyes.

The ground was paved with gold bricks, and magnificent pillars like white jade stood tall. At the top of these white jade pillars, the complex domes originally made of stone reliefs had now been completely transformed into gemstone domes. The original reliefs were still carved vividly upon them, but their value was astronomical.

The church, which had once been unremarkable, had been completely reborn. If the treasures inside were sold today, the amount would be enough to buy the five top consortiums of the Mortal Realm in one go.

And at this moment, on the gold-paved floor, Brand, wearing a red-bottomed, gold-patterned robe, let out a leisurely yawn.

"What is it?"

"Chairman! The array left by Feijia and Six-Claws in the Mortal Realm just had some activity!"

"Oh?" Brand sat up with interest. "Any good news? Did they make contact with the Beidou Consortium?"

"Uh..."

Seeing the person’s somewhat strange expression, the smile on Brand’s lips gradually faded, and the temperature around him began to drop.

"What happened?"

"They... they seem to be dead."

"Dead?"

"Just now, when the array opened, I heard Feijia shout a few words, and then I heard something explode... And then, the life-curses they left in the association disappeared."

Brand’s face turned ugly to the naked eye. He stood up and paced back and forth in the church, muttering to himself:

"That shouldn't be... Could it be that the Mortal Realm has already discovered them? But with the array set up in advance, their strength shouldn't have prevented them from returning...

Right, you said he shouted a few words, what did he shout?"

The black-robed man opened his mouth and finally spat out four words:

"It's [Heart 6]."

"What 6?"

"'It's [Heart 6]'. It should refer to the Twilight Society member who caused a big stir in the Aurora Realm some time ago, [Heart 6]," the black-robed man added.

"Oh, the Twilight Society... Could it be that the Twilight Society is also involved?" Brand frowned and pondered.

"However, since this is the last information Feijia sent back before he died, their deaths must be inseparable from this [Heart 6]."

"Chairman, what should we do next?"

"The infiltration must continue. We must ensure that when the plan is launched, we have enough of our people in the main city... Send a few more people to sneak in and see what the situation is in the Mortal Main City."

"Yes."

The black-robed man turned to leave, and Brand’s voice followed immediately.

"Wait." Brand paused, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. "Tell the people below that from today on, the Witchcraft Association will begin searching for and capturing [Heart 6]. I want to see... who exactly this guy is."

"Understood."

……

Jinghong House.

Kong Baosheng leaned against the kitchen door, looking at the drizzling rain under the eaves, seemingly somewhat distracted.

At the entrance of the opera house, the two "door gods" were stiff-necked, staring blankly at the Great World Dance Hall across the street, which was being raided by police officers, their mouths hanging open wide enough to swallow a lightbulb.

They didn't understand.

Just a few days ago, the Great World Dance Hall was booming, and they were riding high under Li Ruohong’s wing, easily bullying small shops... But in just a few days, they witnessed the dance hall becoming haunted, the customers dwindling, business getting worse by the day, and today, even the roof of the dance hall was blown off. All the employees inside were forcibly dismissed, and even the boss, Li Ruohong, was reportedly crushed into meat paste...

The once bustling dance hall was now deserted and miserable.

The two of them had been ordered to ruin Jinghong House, but after these few days, Jinghong House was unscathed, and when they turned around, they found their own home base gone. At this moment, the two were still stunned.

Just then, at the end of the street, two opera performers, one in red and one in green, walked side by side.

"Brother Li, this is our opera house."

"It looks pretty good... Although it's a bit old on the outside, it has a lot of classical charm. With a little tidying up, it should be quite grand."

"Renovating is a big project, we'll talk about it later."

"Hey... Brother Lin, you even hired door guards for your opera house?"

"How about it? They don't cost anything."

"A bit ugly... but since they're free, I guess they'll do."

"Let's go in and take a look."

Chen Ling and Li Qingshan passed between the two dazed "door gods" as if they didn't exist at all...

And at this moment, the two "door gods," having lost their boss, their jobs, and their nest, had no heart left to scare Li Qingshan. They stood like two rootless duckweeds in the rain, not knowing where to go.

"Sir, you're finally back!" Kong Baosheng, who had been daydreaming by the kitchen door, stood up immediately upon seeing Chen Ling return. He paused slightly when he saw Li Qingshan beside him.

"This is..."

"This is Li Qingshan, he will be performing in our opera house from now on." Chen Ling turned to Li Qingshan. "This kid is Kong Baosheng, my assistant."

"Finally, a new actor has arrived?"

Excitement appeared in Kong Baosheng’s eyes. It was clear that he really wanted to develop and grow Jinghong House, but having only Chen Ling as an actor was clearly not enough, and Li Qingshan’s arrival undoubtedly made him full of expectations for the future.

"Hello, Mr. Li. Please take care of me in the future." Kong Baosheng bowed respectfully.

"Hello." Li Qingshan smiled and helped him up, his expression full of gentleness. "To be able to support an opera house at such a young age, little sir, you are truly impressive."

"Ah?" Hearing the term "little sir," Kong Baosheng’s cheeks flushed, and he quickly said, "Mr. Li, you're joking. I... I can't bear the title of 'sir'... That's only for famous actors like you and Mr. Lin... I'm still too young."

"The title of 'sir' depends on one's actions, not age." Li Qingshan looked into his eyes and said seriously.

Kong Baosheng smiled shyly, then suddenly remembered something and slapped his forehead.

"Oh no, oh no! I didn't know Mr. Li was coming, so I didn't prepare enough food... I'll go out and buy some more now!"

Kong Baosheng hurried toward the door. Just as he reached it, a figure appeared outside the opera house, and Kong Baosheng almost bumped into him.

He stumbled to steady himself and looked up in confusion, only to see a burly figure standing at the entrance, carefully examining the place.

"I am Wang Jincheng, Chief of the Mortal Main City Police Bureau..." the man said calmly.

"I'm here to find the opera performer Lin Yan."