The court lackeys of the eight-hour workday

Chapter 144 Answer
As the fight between Li Miao and the middle-aged man intensified, the noise gradually spread out.

After about an incense stick of time, the loud noise could be heard even in the prefectural government office.

The local chief constable came out of the prefect's classroom, sighed, counted the men, and rushed towards the An Mansion.

From a distance of about one or two hundred feet, he could already see a lot of people gathered at the gate of An Mansion, chattering and looking inside curiously.

"The government is doing business! Everyone stay away!"

He shouted loudly, and his runners understood and immediately stepped forward, holding the hilt of the knife, and forced back the people who were watching the fun.

"Boss, are we really going in?" A confidant came up to him and whispered.

"The An family is a gangster family. There might be some vicious people among them who are here to seek revenge. From the noise, it looks like a big scene. If we get involved, we might get into trouble."

The captain sighed.

He also wanted to pretend that he didn't hear it, but since the prefect had spoken, he had to find out the situation.

At that time, all you can do is "be careful everywhere, advance slowly and retreat quickly, and kneel down if you can't do it."

The captain of the police selected a few of his trusted men and was about to enter the An Mansion.

"Stop it all!"

But he heard a loud shout from the crowd behind him.

The captain turned around and saw a man squeezed out of the crowd. He was covered in mud and even had some blood stains. His hair was disheveled, his eyes were bloodshot, and there were two huge dark circles under his eyes. He was panting, sweating, and in a miserable state.

"Who are you? How dare you stop the officials?"

A bailiff stepped forward and tried to stop him.

Snapped!
The man stretched out his hand and slapped the runner in the face. The runner turned around several times on the spot and fell to the ground with a thud.

"you!"

The detectives drew their swords and glared at the man.

The man didn't care at all. He took a few steps forward and came in front of the captain. After catching his breath, he reached out and took out a badge from his pocket and waved it in front of the captain.

The captain of the police suddenly turned pale.

"My Lord!"

"Go away, let these people disperse, and let your prefect go home and have fun." The man said weakly.

"Yes Yes!"

The captain of the police immediately took the order, dispersed the people around, and ran away with the yamen runners as if fleeing for their lives.

"What's going on! The badge of the Jinyiwei pacification envoy!?"

"What did the An family do!?"

The man glanced around and saw that everyone had left. Then he sat down on the doorstep, took out a notebook and a pen from his arms.

He looked around but couldn't find any ink. Instead, he spat on his sleeve, which blurred the blood stains and then he started writing with the pen tip.

I lament as I write.

"Four days, more than 600 miles, three prefectures, six mountain strongholds. More than 200 bodies, half without bodies, half without heads, and all need to be registered."

"Commander, oh commander, please open your eyes and accept the governor! If I continue to follow him, I'm afraid I'll really die on the road!"

Hearing the loud bang coming from behind him, he let out a long sigh.

"When gods fight, mortals suffer."

Let’s not talk about the mortals who are complaining about themselves, and let’s talk about the “immortals”.

At that time, it only took Li Miao an incense stick of time to kill Lan Lechuan.

As for martial arts, this middle-aged man is basically a replica of Lan Lechuan - the same "Sumeru", the same Great Nine Heavens Palm, and the same Ming Cult's orthodox teachings.

Now, it would only take Li Miao a stick of incense to kill Lan Lechuan.

Right now, the fight between the two has clearly exceeded this time, but it has not stopped yet.

Li Miao threw away a broken arm and looked up at the man. The man had been fighting with Li Miao for a long time and could no longer maintain his disguise, gradually revealing his true form.

She looked like a pretty young woman.

Li Miao stared at her face carefully, twisting his fingers, as if thinking about something.

"I deliberately played with you for a while longer. I have almost figured out your background."

Li Miao said.

"Your Qi is not something you cultivated yourself. Your bones and bones are not capable of becoming 'Sumeru'."

"The Wedding Dress Divine Art, your Ming Cult does have this technique passed down."

"Back then, Ji Tianrui didn't pass on his power to Lan Lechuan because he knew he was going to die. Instead, he wanted to take advantage of the Wedding Dress Divine Art's ability to break and then rebuild, to go one step further and fight to the death."

The woman did not answer. While Li Miao was talking, she focused on recovering from her injuries.

Li Miao didn't care at all.

In the previous fight, Li Miao had already used the magical power of "Jie Zi" to figure out this man thoroughly. No matter what, she couldn't make any waves today.

Rather than killing her, Li Miao wanted to verify some of his own guesses.

He said slowly.

"I only had a fragment of the Wedding Dress Magic before, and I was not very clear about some of the key points. But I saw the original in the Miao King's Tomb, which confirmed some of my speculations."

"The Wedding Dress Divine Art can only be passed on once."

Li Miao looked into the woman's eyes and spoke slowly.

"Fifteen years ago, Ji Tianrui passed on his skills to Lan Lechuan, and Lan Lechuan died in my hands. Now you have been passed on your skills again, and you have created another 'Sumeru'."

"Ji Tianrui was definitely dead back then, his bones were crushed to dust, and his body was not intact. The commander led the team personally, the court sent three or four celestial beings, and hundreds of experts witnessed it with their own eyes. The court took it so seriously and was so sure of it, it is definitely not something you Ming Cult can fool around with."

"So, the current Ji Tianrui... is not the same Ji Tianrui back then."

At this point, Li Miao burst into laughter.

"Did you Ming Cult members grow up reading storybooks? Those who fake their death fake their death, those who use substitutes use substitutes, but they can never die completely."

Li Miao pointed at the woman's face again.

"I will slowly break up your circulation and damage your meridians. This is to break your disguise technique and see what you really look like."

"Sure enough, seeing your face, many things make sense."

Li Miao slowly expressed his doubts.

"First, the collusion between the Ming Cult and the Miao people was too bizarre. The Miao people are content with living in a corner. How close is your relationship with them to convince them to follow you in rebellion?"

"Secondly, how could Ji Tianrui master all the techniques of witchcraft and create a method to transform Zuo Lishan into a Gu and transform people into Gu soldiers? Why are these Gu soldiers the same as the beasts driven by the Great Witch in the Miao King's Tomb?"

"The third is the trip to the Miao King's Tomb."

Li Miao smiled.

"The Miao King's Tomb is the Miao people's plan, but there are two points worth mentioning."

"First, the Miao people probably know that the imperial court is about to take action against them because of what you did in Tai'an City. So they want to hold the southern martial arts sect hostage as a human shield."

"But the means used were too 'gentle'. Even without me, some of the masters who went in would have survived. It didn't seem like a life-threatening move, but rather it seemed like a kind of half-hearted reminder."

"Secondly, the Wedding Dress Magic Skill has been lost for a long time. It was carved on the stone wall of the Miao people's ancestral tomb. Judging from the signs of decay on the stone wall, it is at least nearly a hundred years old."

"How did you, the Ming Cult, obtain the Wedding Dress Magic from the Miao people's ancestral tomb?"

Li Miao looked into the woman's eyes and spoke slowly.

"That Ji Tianrui No. 2 is not here, but his true energy was passed on to you. You should be his confidant."

"The answers to these questions are all on your face."

“You are a Miao.”

(End of this chapter)