The court lackeys of the eight-hour workday

Chapter 147 Hunting
After An Ziyang stepped into the secret passage, he smelled a strong smell of blood.

He squatted down and wiped the ground, only to feel his fingertips touching a thin piece of paper stuck to the ground. It broke at the touch, the surface of the paper stuck to his fingers, and underneath was a gelatinous layer that spread out on his fingertips.

His heart sank.

An Ziyang naturally knew that this was a dried bloodstain.

Just looking at the amount of blood on the ground, it was no less than the total amount of blood from three or four people. And this was just the corridor, far from the actual detention and torture area.

I think most of the people whose families were replaced are in danger. This shows how decisive and ruthless the Ming Cult was.

Fortunately, after meeting Li Miao today, An Ziyang had already made plans to flee, and brought all the life-saving equipment with him. As long as he didn't face more than three first-class masters at the same time, he still had the power to protect himself.

An Ziyang moved forward cautiously.

After a while, they found a secret room.

He put his ear close to the door and listened carefully, and heard intermittent cries for help from inside. It should be the An family members who were imprisoned here.

boom!
There was a loud noise overhead, and some dust fell from the top of the secret passage.

An Ziyang cursed in his heart: "Is this the kind of noise a human can make?"

This time, it was the sound of Li Miao knocking the woman down and then stomping on the ground.

The secret room suddenly became quiet, and it was obvious that they were startled. Then it suddenly became noisy, and several people began to talk at the same time, with excitement in their tone. Obviously, for the An family imprisoned here, any movement means change, and no matter how much change there is, it is better than several people being tortured and waiting to die here.

Before An Ziyang could carefully distinguish whether it was his father's voice, a scream suddenly came from inside.

"what!"

laugh--

An Ziyang's face darkened.

That's the sound of blood spurting out of the artery. With this volume, the injured person will definitely not survive.

"Something happened up there. From the noise, it doesn't sound like artillery fire. It's probably a struggle between heaven and man."

"Shaolin is not far from here. That man just showed up in Shaolin a few days ago. I guess he came to visit us."

A quiet voice said.

"We don't need any more people, so we'll kill them all. Pour kerosene on everything and light it before we go."

"That person is like a god. It's only a matter of time for him to find our way here. We only have a cup of tea at most. Hurry!"

All I could hear was a chorus of voices from inside, at least a dozen people.

An Ziyang sucked his teeth and gave a bitter smile.

He didn't have time to figure out the situation before taking action. If he waited any longer, he was afraid that all the An family members inside would be killed.

Snapped!
An Ziyang kicked the door open and spoke loudly.

"Jinyiwei is doing business! Kneel down if you don't want to die!"

Taking advantage of this moment, he saw clearly the situation in the secret room.

Several small wooden cages were built along the walls of the secret room. A dozen people were curled up inside, looking at him with hopeful eyes. The ground was stained with blood. Some torture instruments, paper and pens, utensils and sundries were placed on several wooden tables. There were several bags piled in the corner, oozing dark red liquid, which should be corpses.

On a shelf in the corner, An Ziyang saw An Wenjie with his head down, who seemed to have fainted.

Around him, a dozen or so plain-clothed men armed with swords were looking at him warily.

The situation became quiet for a moment.

An Ziyang just mentioned Jinyiwei casually, because the only people that Mingjiao feared in the martial arts world were Jinyiwei. But he accidentally frightened these Mingjiao.

It’s nothing else, Li Miao is just a member of the Imperial Guard.

They were already so scared by Li Miao that they wanted to run away, but when they suddenly heard these three words, their legs started to tremble.

The wolf is afraid of both ends, so neither side took action for a while.

But, there were no fools among the people present, and this situation only lasted for two or three breaths.

"He is An Ziyang."

The quiet voice said.

"He is not a Jinyiwei, but a dead ghost of the An family, who came to rescue people. He is just a second-rate person." "Kill him!"

"Hold!"

In an instant, swords and sabers flashed!
An Ziyang did the same thing and smashed a small bag on the ground, and the air was filled with smoke in an instant.

"Close your eyes, cover your mouth and nose, protect your whole body, and drive away the Qi!"

The quiet voice spoke again.

Instantly, the less skilled Ming Cult members retreated to the wall and waved their weapons to protect themselves. Several top-notch Ming Cult members used their true qi to sweep away the dust in just a few strokes.

"Damn it, it's really hard to deal with!"

"They're not on the same level as those four outside!"

An Ziyang cursed inwardly.

This thing is not easy to preserve, and it will lose its toxicity after being exposed to the air for a while. These Mingjiaos have already neutralized this killing move with their actions.

However, everything he had came in sets, and if one thing didn't work, he could always find the next one.

He took the opportunity to sneak to An Wenjie's cage, reached out and threw something in, and then tiptoed behind a master who was dispersing dust.

As soon as he raised his hand, a bunch of fine cow-hair needles glowing blue were scattered.

"what!"

"Hidden weapon! Poisonous!"

"There! He's over there!"

"It's me! Stop hitting me!"

Several roars sounded at the same time.

An Ziyang's lime powder obscured their vision, and everyone could only judge their position based on the sound. He threw hidden weapons at several people, and after being hit, they attacked in the direction of the hidden weapons, but were blocked by the Mingjiao masters who An Ziyang used as human shields.

"It was me! That brat shot a hidden weapon from my direction!"

The expert blocked the attack from his own people and was about to continue speaking to clarify.

But I felt a slight pain behind me.

"Behind me!?"

He turned around and threw his weapon, but missed.

"Escaped already!? This kid is only second-rate, his Qinggong and internal strength are so profound, how could I not even hear any sound?"

He was about to think about it when he suddenly felt a tingling sensation on his back.

What followed was an intense pain that instantly destroyed his sanity.

"what!!!"

The expert cried out in pain and started hitting around randomly. In an instant he knocked the Ming Cult disciple who had accidentally hit him away, and he fell to the ground without a sound.

laugh--

puff.

A fountain of blood gushed out of the master's throat and he fell to the ground.

The calm voice said again: "He has been hit by the Tang Sect's 'Divine Madness'. There is no hope for him."

Next to the master's body, the masked man turned his head and looked at An Ziyang who was huddled in the corner.

"The poison of the Tang Sect, the lightness of the Divine Thief Sect, the hidden weapons of the Divine Machine Sect. And he's also a swordsman."

"There are many methods, and they are cruel and smart enough."

"Unfortunately, you are only a second-rate person after all. Once the means of obscuring your vision are gone, you will have no room to struggle."

At this time, the smoke and dust in the secret room had been dispersed, and the people of the Ming Cult looked at An Ziyang coldly and slowly surrounded him.

There are still ten people left in the Ming Cult, four of them are first-rate.

(End of this chapter)