After coming out of the hall, Mo Ran greedily took a breath of fresh air. Although there was still a little smell of poisonous substances in the air outside, it was much better than the second floor of the hall.

Standing at the entrance of the hall, Mo Ran was in a good mood. So what about Ren Wanku, so what about Wu Kuang? Wasn't he just been messed up by his own words?

Mo Ran made a clever plan to increase his safety in the Poison Sect to the extreme. Mo Ran doesn’t have to worry about being bullied in the Poison Sect in the future. Besides, if someone deliberately bullies him, would he be in vain for years?

After leaving the gate, he saw Huang Lang still standing there. Mo Ran walked over and patted Huang Lang on the shoulder: "Brother."

"Brother." Huang Lang, who was still looking around, saw Mo Ran coming out and turned around and asked, "What's the matter with Ren Wanku?"

Mo Ran knew that Huang Lang was caring about him and was afraid that he would be punished by Ren Wanku after he went in, so he hurriedly said, "It's nothing, I'll talk for a few words." Mo Ran said, blinking at Huang Lang inadvertently.

Huang Lang understood and did not continue to ask, but his eyes kept scanning around, as if he was looking for something.

Seeing this, Mo Ran asked in confusion: "Brother, what are you looking at?"

Huang Lang did not look back, his eyes were still wandering, and he said, "Look at the layout here."

"Layout?" Mo Ran smiled and said to himself: I didn't expect that my brother was still very careful. He knew that this place was not a place for a long time. He started to study the terrain as soon as he came in. Well, if there was a danger, it would not be a bad thing to be familiar with the terrain.

Thinking of this, Huang Lang suddenly asked, "Where is the cousin? Should we look for it?"

Upon hearing this, Mo Ran's happy mood disappeared invisible and looked around with a deep face. He found that everyone passing by here seemed to be in a low mood.

"No, it's not depressing, but fear." After carefully looking at the people passing by the poisonous sect, he found that these people had a look of fear of something on their faces, so that whenever two people passed by each other, although they were communicating with each other's eyes, they could not speak.

Seeing this discovery in his eyes, Mo Ran and Huang Lang looked at each other in a sympathetic manner, and found a look of confusion in their eyes.

Mo Ran whispered: "If you want to find your cousin, you must find someone. Only he has a way to help us understand this place."

Huang Lang turned his head, looked at Mo Ran, and said, "Are you talking about Chen Yuan?"

Mo Ran nodded: "That's right, we are only familiar with him here."

"Can he help us?" Huang Lang asked.

With a smile, Mo Ran said, "Of course I can't say it directly, but don't forget that I am now in charge of the intelligence hall. As the head of this hall, I have not met my subordinates yet."

After hearing this, Huang Lang smiled and continued: "You are right. With such great power, why don't you use it?"

The two of them smiled knowingly and walked to the side. At this time, a boy dressed as a servant of the Poison Sect passed by. Mo Ran stopped him and asked, "Brother, do you know where Mr. Chen lives?"

The boy was stopped and raised his head in surprise. When he saw that it was Mo Ran, he immediately recalled the new Master of Xintang that some colleagues from the Poison Sect mentioned to him. He immediately saluted respectfully and pointed behind him and said, "Master Chen lives on the west side of the front yard, you can get there by walking all the way."

"Thank you." Mo Ran smiled and said, regardless of the boy's surprise, he followed Huang Lang to the west.

Although the Poison Gate is large, the layout inside is very clear. The front yard is divided into four sides. In addition to the sect gate, each is divided into three directions: west, south and east. These three directions are the three main hall entrances of Xintang, medicine hall and outer hall. Of course, this is not just all the forces of the Poison Gate. On the surface, it is just a cover-up. Mo Ran believes that there will be many hidden institutions in addition to these three hall entrances. However, the two of them have been in charge of them for a short time, and it is not enough for a day. Ren Wanku will not trust him to the point of being secretly disclosed.

Chen Yuan lived in a house on the west side of the front yard. After arriving at the west yard, Mo Ran saw Chen Yuan facing several subordinates from afar, drinking there, as if his subordinates had made some mistakes.

Mo Ran ignored it and walked straight to Chen Yuan and called out, "Old Chen, why are you so angry?"

Chen Yuan looked back and found that it was Mo Ran. His angry old face suddenly eased. At present, Mo Ran was no longer the leader of the Zixiao Mercenary Group he had lobbying before, but the head of the Zhongxin Hall of the Poison Sect. In his opinion, Mo Ran was very valued by Ren Wanku, so the old fried dough stick Chen Yuan immediately looked at Mo Ran with a smile and said, "It's nothing. A few servants are ignorant and offended the guests. They just teach a few lessons."

"Distinguished guest?" Mo Ran's eyes turned and asked, "Don't calm down first. Now I am a member of the Poison Sect. If you have anything to help, just give me instructions."

Upon hearing this, Mr. Chen said in a frightened manner: "What orders are you saying? It's not something I can tell you if you want to give me. Haha, now you are the master of this Xin Hall, and I am only responsible for handling matters outside the Poison Sect. In terms of level, you are not as good as Master Mo."

"Old Chen is polite. Mo Ran is so narrow that he has not yet understood the Poison Sect, so why not talk about managing this Xintang?" He said humbly, and Mo Ran said again: "Does Mr. Chen have time? Can you introduce this here?" Mo Ran said, pointing to the surroundings.

In fact, Mo Ran just wanted to use verbal communication to get more information sent to the Poison Sect. After merging this big circle, the main purpose was to inquire about Fang Tang's whereabouts.

"I have time, I have time." Old Chen was in a good mood when he saw Mo Ran so polite: "This is Xintang, which mainly records some latest news from inquiries from the mainland, and then summarizes it here, and then draws out some more important ones to send to the inner hall, and finally handed them directly to the sect leader by the inner hall. Of course, Xintang is just a nice name. In fact, although there is a lot of information here, some important ones are not recorded."

After a break, Mr. Chen continued: "The information in Xintang is divided into one to seven levels, each level has corresponding marks, and is represented by numbers. The people here are only responsible for the recording and filing of information at four levels: four, five, six and seven. As for the three levels: one to three, we have no right to check it, and we can only hand it over to the inner hall and let the sect leader personally take it." Chen Yuan said, laughing twice, his face looking extremely embarrassed.

Listening to Chen Yuan's introduction, Mo Ran immediately understood that Ren Wanku did not trust him too much, so the task assigned to him was so simple. In Mo Ran's opinion, the information at the level 4 to 7 to 4 is probably not important at all, and the information at the level 1 to 3 should be something that the senior management of the Poison Sect wanted to know.

Thinking of this, and with the expression of Mr. Chen just now, Mo Ran admired Ren Wanku's methods very much. He originally thought that after he obtained this power, he could understand some secrets of the Dark City realm through it, and even openly explore the whereabouts of Jinglei Jiubian. Now it seems that he is a bit foolish.

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