Chapter 299 The leader fainted again!
Under Long Aotian's calm arrangement, the Qinghun Sect began to operate and counterattack in an orderly manner.
"call out!"
An old man made some magic gestures and rushed to the top floor quickly to guard the seal of Qinghun Gate.
“Crash!”
Countless disciples who were ready to go put on their combat uniforms, picked up their weapons, and began to rush into the sect's treasury floor to support the battle.
“Swish, swish, swish!”
A large number of inner sect disciples rushed into the periphery of the building, forming a tight encirclement, determined not to let any thieves escape, and vowed to take back all the sect's treasures.
"Gah!"
A crisp sound.
Ten minutes later, the power system was restored.
The Qinghunmen headquarters building was brightly lit, and under the light, a young man appeared!
Long Aotian also rushed to the sect's warehouse floor. He held a sword in one hand, walked like a dragon or a tiger, with his long hair draped over his shoulders and his white robe fluttering .
"Where is the Gate of Ten Thousand Ghosts?"
"I am Lin Ao, come out and fight!"
A deafening roar was heard, and several ghostly cries were heard in the sect's treasury.
"Ah! Lin Ao is here! Everyone, run!"
"Lin Ao is too powerful. I can't beat him! I'm so scared!"
"Everyone, run quickly, don't forget to take it, baby!"
"Lin Ao, we at the Wan Gui Men can't beat you. We're afraid of you! We think you're awesome! Very powerful! But don't get too complacent, because all the treasures in the treasury are ours!"
"Hahahaha! Lin Ao, let's go!"
After the eldest senior brother rushed into the sect's treasury, he found that the disciples of Wanguimen had mysteriously disappeared.
Xu Ercong led the members of the assassin team and used a magic scroll of teleportation to leave the sect's treasury. It was useless even if the sect's protective formation was activated.
In order to prevent any mistakes, Xu Ercong bought a high-level teleportation magic scroll, produced by the God of Death! Absolutely stable!
"Ah! It's my fault! It's all my fault for letting my guard down!"
The eldest brother looked at the empty treasury and could not help but kneel on one knee, put his sword aside, and blamed himself bitterly: "It's my fault that I didn't provide timely support! My faction suffered heavy losses! I am a sinner!"
Many inner disciples saw this scene and couldn't help but feel touched. Some soft-hearted female disciples couldn't help but step forward to support Long Aotian.
At the same time, he comforted her softly, "Brother, please don't be like this. You have provided support very quickly. You rushed to the treasure house from the room of the direct disciple. There are many floors, and the power system is destroyed. We are not as fast as you."
"That's right, brother, don't blame yourself too much. Even if we are wrong, we are all wrong!"
"Just now, when the disciples of Wanguimen heard you coming, they were scared and ran away. If you hadn't arrived in time, many of us would have died."
"Brother, if the headmaster punishes you, we are willing to accompany you to be punished!"
Long Aotian was very popular in the sect, so many inner disciples naturally couldn't bear to see his behavior, and they all tried to comfort him.
The eldest brother wiped his tears and stood up.
The eldest brother's face was filled with grief, and traces of tears were faintly visible on his handsome face, but he still had to suppress his self-blame and continue to maintain order: "Everyone, listen to my instructions! Immediately send people to chase and intercept, and look for the thief's trace!"
"I will personally count the losses in the treasury!"
"Send someone to support Elder Qian, and be careful that the thief hasn't left yet and attacks the seal!"
“At the same time, send someone to tell Master that… just say that Lin Ao is incompetent and failed to protect Qinghun Sect!”
After saying this, the eldest senior brother shed two more lines of tears, which made the female disciples feel very distressed.
Long Aotian strode into the sect's treasury to count the losses. At the same time, he pinched the onion in his sleeve and cursed in his heart: "Next time I will never buy goods from that store, it's too choking, and I can't stop crying!"
At the same time, in the suburbs outside the Qinghunmen city.
"Ugh! Ugh~!"
"I really can't take it anymore. Brother Long is such a bastard. What was he thinking when he said this line?"
"I left without being able to say the last few words. It shouldn't affect Brother Long's plan, right?"
The members of the assassin team felt very bad. When they thought about the words they had just said while pretending to be disciples of Wanguimen, their stomachs churned.
In their minds, Long Aotian's shamelessness has once again reached a new low.
"Everyone in Wanguimen is afraid of Lin Ao. Lin Ao is invincible. He is the natural nemesis of Wanguimen."
"The leader of the Wangui Sect has nightmares about Lin Ao every night, and he is afraid that Lin Ao will kill him."
"The female disciples of Wanguimen dream of becoming Lin Ao's girlfriend every moment, and they wish they could leave him and join the light."
Xu Ercong looked at the note of lines in his hand and couldn't help but take a breath.
Is this something a human can do?
Even a ghost is so shameless!
"Brother Cong, what should we do now?"
"Retreat, return to base camp, and prepare to form a player sect!"
At Xu Ercong's command, he tore open a new teleportation magic scroll and led his team members out of the city area where the Qinghun Gate was located.
…
the next day.
Upon hearing the news, the leader of the Qinghun Sect hurried back and did not even have time to continue attending the Hundred Sects Conference. He rushed back to the headquarters to count the losses.
"Master! I am guilty!"
As soon as the sect leader entered the room, Long Aotian knelt down with a plop. Tears streamed from his eyes, which had been choked by onions.
"My dear disciple, get up quickly, what have you done wrong ?"
The head of the sect was extremely distressed and quickly helped Long Aotian up. Long Aotian spoke in a sorrowful and hoarse voice: "It's all my fault. I didn't protect our home well. We were attacked by thieves and lost many treasures."
"Oh, they are just some personal belongings. I am very happy that you are not injured."
The head of the sect said casually: "Tell me, what are the things missing?"
"But Master, seven of our sect's top treasures are missing. Even the Soul Control Sword is missing. Half of the other treasures are also missing. There are also a large number of ghost-catching weapons and cultivation techniques..."
Long Aotian paused, then continued in a low voice: "My disciple counted the losses, and almost half of the things were taken away."
"master?"
Long Aotian didn't get a response, and couldn't help but look up, only to see the head of the sect staring straight ahead.
"Master, please say something. Don't be silent."
Long Aotian stretched out his hand and pushed the Sect Leader's body, and the Sect Leader fell backwards. Long Aotian quickly supported the Sect Leader and shouted, "The Sect Leader fainted! The Sect Leader fainted!"
after an hour.
After first aid, the headmaster barely regained consciousness and lay on the bed, staring blankly ahead, muttering to himself.
"Half, half of my baby!"
"All the things that our Qinghun Sect has accumulated from generation to generation are gone in half!"
"With so many treasures, they are enough to equal a large ghost sect!"
"I will not be able to face my ancestors after a hundred years!"
When Long Aotian heard this, he couldn't help but curl his lips. It was only half.
Afterwards, Long Aotian adjusted his mentality and continued to comfort him: "Master, it's all my fault, please punish me!"
"Don't do that!"
Elder Qian quickly spoke up: "We were unaware of the robbers' surprise attack this time . Thanks to Ao'er's quick response and his timely dispatch of me to guard the seal, we were able to avoid greater losses."
"If Ao'er hadn't arrived in time, those thieves would have been afraid of Ao'er, and the treasure house would have been emptied, not even half of it would have been left."
"I think Ao'er is not only innocent, but also meritorious."
Elder Qian spoke, and the inner disciples next to him also spoke up for Long Aotian.
Long Aotian was deeply moved.
Look, what a cute, simple and innocent group of NPCs.
When the Sect Master heard everyone's words and looked at Long Aotian's self-blaming expression, he knew in his heart that the fault was not his disciple's.
But he still felt sad!
The headmaster said in a hoarse voice: "Have you found out who did it?"
"Ten Thousand Ghosts Gate!"
Elder Qian hesitated for a moment and continued, "I have checked the surveillance video of the treasury. After the power system failed, the video was destroyed. The three-hour video before and after the treasury was looted was also taken away."
"According to the information we have so far, it should be the work of Wanguimen."
"I have also considered that there may be other sects impersonating the Wangui Sect, but after careful consideration, it is unlikely. Apart from the Wangui Sect, our Qinghun Sect has always been kind to others and has never offended any other sect."
"Plus, this group of people are elusive, don't use any secret techniques, and their physical strength is very strong, which does not conform to the cultivation level and style of the disciples of the major ghost sects."
"At present, we can only conclude that it was done by the Wan Gui Men."
As soon as Elder Qian finished speaking, Long Aotian spoke up with absolute certainty: "It must be the Wanguimen! When I broke into the treasure house, I vaguely felt the spiritual energy of the monks from the Wanguimen!"
"I've fought against them, they are definitely the Wan Gui Men!"
Long Aotian slammed the hat shut. The head of the sect was so angry that he was shaking all over. He shouted in a hoarse voice: "Wan Gui Men! My Qinghun Sect is not sworn enemies with you!!!"
After saying this, the headmaster’s eyes rolled back, his whole body trembled, and his head tilted.
"Someone come quickly!"
Long Aotian shouted anxiously, with a filial look on his face: "The master fainted again!"
