The court lackeys of the eight-hour workday

Chapter 192 Who is the Emperor?

"I was wondering why the Wudang and Shaolin traditions couldn't even produce a celestial being."

"It turns out that it's not that we can't, but that we don't dare."

Li Miao said as he looked at the monk and the two corpses.

Wang Zhi had given up trying to persuade him, and he no longer had the energy to struggle. He just stared at Li Miao's eyes under the mask, trying to remember them.

Li Miao didn't care and continued walking forward carrying Wang Zhi.

The corpses of famous masters in the martial arts world were hung on the walls on both sides, extending forward.

In recent years, about three quarters of all the gods and men in the martial arts world have died here without a sound or dignity. After their hearts and lungs were dug out, they were hung here like bacon drying in the sun during the Spring Festival.

The genius, the divine monk, the evil woman, and the Taoist priest.

Swordsman, boxing master, hero, and devil.

The intestines are punctured and the stomach is rotten, and the limbs are broken.

He cannot speak and dies with his eyes open.

This place is the hell for the people in the underworld.

The smell of blood became stronger.

Finally, this road full of corpses came to an end.

What appeared in front of Li Miao was a spacious hall.

In the center of the hall stands a large dragon-carved and gilded chair with thirteen golden dragons coiled around the back. The entire chair is carved with patterns of fire beads, clouds, and curling grass. It is clearly a "dragon chair."

And the bloody smell reached its peak here.

Li Miao casually broke Wang Zhi's hands and feet, threw him on the ground, and then walked over. He had learned mechanical engineering, and saw the structure of the dragon throne clearly at a glance. He raised his hand and grabbed the air, and pulled out the secret compartment under the dragon throne.

Swah——

Wow.

The secret compartment opened and a sound of water came out.

Li Miao looked at it carefully and frowned.

The secret compartment was filled with blood, and there were worms like earthworms swimming in the blood.

And under the secret compartment, there was a charcoal brazier.

An image suddenly appeared in Li Miao's mind - a middle-aged man in a dragon robe, sitting cross-legged on the dragon throne, wrapped in a thick mattress. The charcoal basin below was burning, transferring the heat to the blood in the secret compartment. Then the blood evaporated and turned into scarlet mist, enveloping the man...

Only a pair of cold eyes and a mouth and nose that greedily devoured the blood mist were revealed.

The so-called "draining the marrow from the bones" should be a rhetorical figure, but here, it is a plain and straightforward description.

"Oh, I really shouldn't have expected anything."

Li Miao sneered.

"In the past, people only said that people ate people in feudal society, but I never thought that people actually ate people, and the emperor took the lead in eating people himself."

Li Miao shifted his gaze to the surroundings.

He was very familiar with the furnishings here.

In the northwest corner was a sea of blood and corpses, with countless broken arms and limbs piled up. The horrifying bloody smell came from here. In the northeast corner were several broken jars. In the southeast corner were several cast iron cages, with several figures standing in them, their chests slightly heaving. They were still alive, but seemed to have no reaction to the movements around them.

In the southwest corner, there is a "Gu Pool".

There are countless tumbling poisonous insects inside.

This is the "pupa room", a "pupa room" that is no different from the one in Miaojiang.

A Miao King's pupae room where the witchcraft heritage is stored.

Li Miao turned his head to look at Wang Zhi who was rolling on the ground and wailing softly.

"Eunuch Wang, stop howling."

"I have a question for you. If you answer it sincerely, I will turn around and leave immediately, giving you a chance to live. How about that?"

Wang Zhi stopped wailing.

Of course he wanted to live. Being a eunuch does not have any noble sentiments. No matter how well he does, he is still a slave who will not be recorded in history books. What he wants is nothing more than wealth and honor. And wealth and honor can only be enjoyed by the living.

"Your Mightiness."

Wang Zhi sighed. "Whether I can answer depends on what you ask."

Li Miao chuckled.

"It's a very simple question. I'm afraid there is no one in the world who knows this question better than you, the eunuch of the Imperial Horse Administration and a close confidant of the Emperor."

"What I want to ask is - His Majesty the current Emperor..."

"who is it?"

boom--

Wang Zhi's brain exploded and his hair stood on end.

After a long while, he spoke hoarsely.

"What do you mean, sir?!"

"What do you say?"

Li Miao took a few steps to one side, putting the entire hall within Wang Zhi's sight.

"Eunuch Wang may not have been to Miaojiang, but I am familiar with it."

"I felt familiar with this place the first time I came in... This place is clearly the most authentic and traditional Miao holy place, where the art of witchcraft is passed down - the pupa room. It is also the nest of the Miao King."

"I would like to ask you, Your Majesty, why did you build a pupa room in your mausoleum? Where did the construction method of this pupa room and the essence of refining the poisonous insects come from? What are the corpses of the gods hanging outside used for?"

Wang Zhi did not speak again and remained silent.

Li Miao chuckled.

"It seems that my question was not clear enough, so I will make it clearer."

"Fifteen years ago, all the Jinyiwei went south, bringing with them the celestial beings raised by the imperial court, and killed Ji Tianrui in Miaojiang. At the same time, a team of Mingjiao members went to Shuntian Prefecture and were killed by the Jinyiwei. The Mingjiao declined and went underground."

"And what I want to ask is, was there really only one group of Ming Cult members that came to Shuntian Prefecture fifteen years ago?"

Li Miao walked towards the cages in the southeast direction, looked them up and down, raised his hand and slapped them, smashing them to pieces.

The person inside fell forward and was caught by Li Miao, who took his pulse.

Then, a sigh.

"The blood and qi from the Dazhui acupoint upwards are not flowing smoothly. This has accumulated over the years and has damaged most of the brain. There is no hope for recovery."

"How hateful it is to weave gold thread every year to make wedding dresses for others."

"I'll give you a happy ending."

puff.

With a slight sound, Li Miao's hand had already been inserted into the man's chest, and after groping for a moment, he suddenly pulled it out. The man fell to the ground and lost his voice in a moment.

Li Miao walked up to Wang Zhi, squatted down, and opened his palms.

On the palm of his hand lay a bug.

A poisonous insect.

"Eunuch Wang, what is this thing?"

Without waiting for Wang Zhi to answer, Li Miao continued talking.

"This thing is the means by which the Miao King controls and tracks the 'Cauldron'. It is also the reason why my subordinates tracked him here that day."

"In every cage here, there is a 'furnace tripod' imprisoned."

Li Miao said slowly.

"I won't ask what the Emperor uses these furnaces for. They are probably for prolonging life or practicing martial arts."

"But there is one question that I must ask Eunuch Wang to answer for me."

"The real Miao King died hundreds of years ago. The two Miao Kings in recent years were both poisonous insects that inhabited his body. They gradually became more and more like his substitutes, and resurrected through his corpse."

Li Miao leaned close to Wang Zhi's ear and whispered.

"And what I want to ask is, His Majesty the Emperor now..."

"Is your surname Zhu, or - Ji?"

(End of this chapter)