The court lackeys of the eight-hour workday

Chapter 254 Behind the scenes
"Who is this again?"

Shen Xuning's hand holding the hilt of the sword was covered in cold sweat.

It was the hottest month of July and the weather was turning cooler. We were still in the mountains and my sweat quickly became cold and sticky, making my palms numb and itchy.

But she didn't dare draw her sword.

Because the old man behind her, whose lightness skills were faster than her sight and who could prevent her from drawing her sword with just one finger, did not dare to move at all.

The rabbit was taken by the wolf and brought into the tiger's den. What's going on?

pat, pat.

The footsteps came from behind and went around to the side, as if they had reached the side of the old man.

"Old man, don't you want to live?"

Said the lazy voice.

“No… no, Senior—”

"Who am I calling senior? Am I that old?"

The old man glanced at the side of the person, but did not dare to look at the other person's face. He only dared to look at the lower body.

Soap-patterned boots and a copper sunflower-patterned belt.

Embroidered Spring Knife.

Waist badge of the pacification envoy.

He shuddered suddenly.

"Sir...sir..."

"You...you are the pacification envoy..."

"I……"

Shen Xunning in front was suddenly startled.

"Pacifier!?"

"Could it be the newly appointed Northern Pacification Commissioner? Yes! He went to the Sword King Pavilion alone and forced the Sword King Pavilion to stop competing with the Tang Sect. He must be an expert among experts!"

"He is the only one who can scare this old man so much that he dares not even move! What is he doing in my Hengshan Sect?"

"And this voice seems somewhat familiar..."

popping.

There were several soft sounds behind me, like the sound of fingers tapping on someone.

The lazy voice continued.

"What's your name, how many people are there in your family, what kind of martial arts do you practice, and what are you doing in Hengshan Sect? Tell me."

"But don't stutter this time. I have something else to do. I'll give you a cup of tea. If you can't finish, I'll take it as you're refusing to confess."

"By then, it won't be as simple as pressing an acupoint."

"Are you ready to say goodbye to all those protruding things on your body?"

The old man broke out in a sweat.

Even Shen Xunning could feel his breathing suddenly becoming heavy.

"Sir, I have no ill intentions. I am only here to deliver an invitation on behalf of my master."

"Your master?"

Li Miao raised his eyebrows.

"Interesting, where is the invitation?"

"In my arms."

Li Miao stretched out his hand and grabbed the air. The old man's clothes slowly opened, and something fell out and slowly flew into Li Miao's hand.

Li Miao reached out to take it and chuckled.

The invitation was made of pure gold. It was made of extremely fine gold pressed into a thin piece of gold foil, and then embroidered with dyed silk. You can tell it was made by a master by looking at the stitches. The edges of the invitation were decorated with tiny pieces of jade, making it sparkle.

It can be said that this invitation alone can be exchanged for at least one hundred taels of silver if sold in any pawnshop on the market.

“Very rich.”

Li Miao spread out the invitation and took a look at it.

"On August 15th, let's celebrate together."

"Gone?"

Li Miao raised his eyebrows and looked up at the old man.

"There's no signature, no location, no reason, just a time, and I don't even know where to go. What kind of invitation is this?"

"Are you kidding me?"

The old man was acupunctured and could not shake his head, so he could only speak in a hurry.

"No, sir, the invitation is just like this, it's the same for every family."

"'Each family'. Have you ever delivered to other families?"

"Emei, Beggars' Sect, Cao Gang, I just sent them off." "Wow."

Li Miao sneered.

"What? Rewarding the good and punishing the evil, right?"

"Laba porridge is not meant to be eaten on August 15th. Did you send it a little too early?"

Neither Shen Xunning nor the old man could understand what he said.

Li Miao continued to ask.

"It wasn't written on the invitation, didn't you know?"

"I don't know."

"Who is your master?"

The old man was originally sweating profusely, but when he heard Li Miao's question, he suddenly regained his composure and spoke in a cold voice.

"But I can't tell you, sir."

"Yo ho."

Li Miao sneered.

"Interesting, tough guy."

"Come on, come on. It's a good opportunity for me to try out my skills after taking a break for half a year. Have they become rusty?"

Shen Xunning was listening with great interest when suddenly, a very miserable wailing sound, which was almost inhuman, came from behind him.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--"

Shen Xunning originally thought that the pacification envoy had no ill will towards him and wanted to turn around to see what was happening behind him, but now he was so frightened that he dared not move.

After a while, the screams gradually stopped, replaced by heavy breathing.

"Can you tell me now, my Lord?"

silence.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!--"

A wailing sound that was ten times more miserable than before rang out again. Shen Xuning's legs went weak and he could hardly stand. He stuck the scabbard on the ground to steady himself, not daring to even look back.

The stench and smell of rust wafted from behind and penetrated into her nostrils.

It smelled of incontinence and blood.

Streams of white mist came from behind her. Shen Xunning felt that the mist was a little warm, and it condensed into tiny water droplets on her hair.

"What is this, breathing? But it doesn't look like such a strong breath."

At first she thought it was the mist exhaled by the old man when he cried out in pain, but she was surprised that the mist was too big and did not seem like something that could be exhaled by a human.

Just as she was surprised, she suddenly found that the soil under her feet seemed to become softer.

She slowly lowered her head and looked down at her feet.

"hiss!--"

Shen Xunning took a breath of cold air, and goose bumps appeared all over his body! His hands trembled involuntarily, and the sword made a tiny collision sound in the scabbard!

blood.

It was as if all the blood in a person's body was drained out, and large amounts of blood flowed from her back to her feet, soaking the soil beneath her feet.

That's why she felt the soil beneath her feet become soft.

And the mist coming from behind...

Shen Xunning shuddered.

Humans cannot exhale so much mist because their mouths and noses are so small, and no matter how hard they try, there is a limit.

But what if it is not just the mouth and nose that emit heat?

If a person's belly is opened and the heat from the body is released... there might be this much fog...

The wailing sound coming from behind gradually became louder and louder, and suddenly it seemed to cross a threshold and turned directly into a "hehe" sound of exhalation.

Shen Xunning simply couldn't imagine what kind of torture the old man behind him was going through.

She usually practiced martial arts in the sect and also exchanged ideas with fellow disciples and teachers, but at most she would only suffer a wound one or two inches long and two or three fingers deep.

She has never seen this!

The courage she had mustered up when going down the mountain disappeared in an instant. Her feet went weak and she fell to the ground, but she didn't dare to look back. She just threw herself forward and lay on the ground, burying her head in her arms.

"Master...I was wrong..."

She thought to herself.

"If I can escape this time, I will definitely listen to you..."

After a long time, everything behind me became quiet.

Said the lazy voice.

"Well, do you remember it now?"

(End of this chapter)