The court lackeys of the eight-hour workday

Chapter 413 Exchange of Cards
"Let me guess, you used someone else's face to kill someone, using such despicable means on two elderly people, and you even felt smug about it... You were enjoying that feeling?"

"You're nervous and excited. This isn't your first time killing someone, but it's your first time killing a big shot."

"So you can't help but want to see if you can make this old man panic, wet himself, and preferably kneel down and beg for mercy, so that you can be satisfied to the greatest extent, right?"

As she spoke, Tang Lanzhou lowered her head and strode forward slowly but firmly.

“You got angry when I mentioned Li Miao earlier.”

“You hate him, but you also want to be him. Using his identity to kill makes you feel both pleasure and satisfaction, but you also hate that I'm pointing that out.”

"Am I right?"

Tang Lanzhou walked up to the man and met his gaze.

Looking at the face that was slowly distorted by resentment and hatred, he laughed hoarsely.

"It seems I guessed right."

"You resent Li Miao because you're jealous of him, but you don't dare to think you can surpass him, so you use his face to do despicable things, making yourself feel like you can make him like you, as if that would make you win, right?"

The short knife stabbed silently into the waist and abdomen.

"Poor wretch."

wow-

The man swung his hand and struck, instantly obliterating Tang Lanzhou's body below the elbow. The short knife flew out like a meteor, wedging itself into the brick wall, trembling and humming incessantly.

He raised his hand, grabbed Tang Lanzhou by the neck, and lifted him up.

"You old fool...you're asking for it..."

The fingers slowly tightened.

He stared at Tang Lanzhou with malice and anger.

"I was thinking that if you knelt down and begged for mercy, I would give you a quick death, but now I've changed my mind... Even if I have to spend all my time on you tonight and get punished by the island lord, I will kill you slowly."

"I'm going to cut your wife's body into pieces, stuff it all into your mouth, and choke you to death!"

Blood was seeping from Tang Lanzhou's mouth, and his vision was going black.

He mustered all his strength and uttered a sentence with a smile.

“You can’t scare me, and you certainly can’t scare my wife. You’re a pathetic wretch who’s all bark and no bite… You can’t take anything from me except our lives…”

"waste……"

The hand gripping his neck tightened.

"you!"

Tang Lanzhou's vision went black. He closed his eyes, determined not to show any weakness, as this would only please the other party.

He was ultimately just a powerless old man, without even the strength to seek revenge. Even if he risked his life, he could only gain some verbal advantage.

He wanted to turn around and look at his wife's body, but he couldn't turn his head.

"Hopefully, the coroner who comes to collect the body can piece her face back together."

As Tang Lanzhou thought this, the pain in her neck intensified.

The other party, having had his secret exposed, could no longer restrain himself and was about to kill him.

The neck bones emitted a mournful cry.

Tang Lanzhou was prepared to face death.

But the next moment, the hand on his neck loosened, giving him some breathing space.

"He realized what was happening?"

Tang Lanzhou's heart sank, and she clenched her fists.

He didn't know if he could withstand the torment, and if he showed weakness in front of this man, he would be letting down his deceased wife.

As he thought this, the hand on his neck gradually loosened.

puff.

He sat down on the ground, then suddenly opened his eyes and sneered.

"What, you—"

He paused.

Li Miao was smiling as she looked at him.

No, that's not right.

Not the same one.

The face filled with resentment has disappeared; now, this face peeks out from behind the headless corpse.

boom!
The headless corpse, dressed in a flying fish robe, was kicked away by Li Miao and crashed into the side room like a meteorite, creating a cloud of dust.

Li Miao wiped the blood off his hands and laughed.

"How unprofessional! Don't you know I got promoted this morning? You're still wearing a flying fish robe. I should be wearing a python robe now!" He raised his hand and sent out a stream of true energy, which was then transferred into Tang Lanzhou's body from a distance.

"Old Tang, are you still conscious?"

Ah—this is true.

That blood-splattered, arrogant smile is something no one else can imitate.

Tang Lanzhou supported her knees and struggled to stand up.

The hand that was shattered by the fake Li Miao has begun to slowly regenerate.

He wearily cupped his hands in a gesture of respect.

"Thank you... Commander, for saving me..."

He bent down, picked up the dagger, and walked towards the direction where the fake Li Miao's body was.

Li Miao turned to look at the headless corpse of Tang Lanzhou's wife outside the main room and frowned.

After a moment, he spoke.

"I'll give you one night to handle things, and you'll go to the palace to meet the Emperor tomorrow morning."

Tang Lanzhou walked to the fake Li Miao's corpse, squatted down, and without pausing, stabbed the neck with a knife. With his other hand, he inserted the knife under the skin and ripped it open with a tearing sound, peeling off a large piece of flesh. He then put the piece in his mouth, chewed it slowly, and then spat it on the ground.

He dismembered the corpse with precision and cruelty, treating it as if it were a pig or a dog.

After a long pause, he finally replied in a hoarse voice.

"it is good."

Li Miao had already left.

He didn't have time to wait for Tang Lanzhou's response, since Tang Lanzhou had no reason or right to refuse anyway.

He has many people to kill tonight and no time to pay attention to an old man's grief over the death of his wife.

Besides Wang Gongchang and Tang Lanzhou's homes, Yingzhou also sent out several fake Li Miaos who were running around the capital.

If today's daytime marked the first time in two hundred years that celestial beings stepped into the imperial court, then tonight marks the first time in two hundred years that celestial beings have stepped onto the battlefield—the capital city itself is the battlefield.

boom!
With a deafening roar, the house beneath Li Miao's feet exploded, the recoil propelling him high into the air. In that instant, he surveyed half of the capital city.

Firelight and wailing formed a long line and several circles in the capital.

The Long Dragon is a group of martial arts practitioners led by An Ziyang, constantly revolving around Wang Gongchang. Occasionally, when a part of the group gets close to Wang Gongchang, it is affected and cut off by the fight between the old Taoist priest and the fake Li Miao. However, with the continuous addition of newcomers, the group continues to expand.

However, because An Ziyang deliberately concealed his route, the affected area was still within control.

Li Miao believed that An Ziyang could handle it well.

So he turned to look at the circles.

Those were several fake Li Miaos, who were charging around recklessly, constantly expanding the area of ​​the circle.

Just as the fake Li Miao from Wanggongchang said, the world has forgotten how much death and suffering an unrestrained being can cause in a short time.

If Li Miao hadn't brought order to the martial world and killed the heretical Celestial Being at Mount Song, the capital city would be in its current state.

But what was bound to happen eventually did happen.

The freedom of the strong often means the suffering of the weak.

Having chosen the nearest circle, Li Miao used a powerful downward strike, causing him to crash down. Upon landing, his feet exploded, and he was about to rush towards that spot.

But the next moment, he suddenly stopped and raised his hand to punch the air in front of him.

Bang!
Although the punch landed in the air, it felt as if it had struck a piece of fine steel. A loud bang rang out, and Li Miao used the punch to dodge and retreat quickly. His gaze swept around and finally settled on an old figure.

"An Qisheng, you really came."

The corners of his mouth curled up.

An Qisheng stood at a distance, motionless and silent, with only his protective true energy, dozens of times stronger and harder than Zheng Anqi's, spreading towards Li Miao.

Li Miao threw a punch, but it didn't shake the opponent at all.

But his smile became increasingly sarcastic.

"You think I couldn't have guessed you'd come to stop me?"

"If you want to get rid of me, I'll also try to pry you out of Yan Song's arms... Do you want to guess who's going to find Yan Song now?"

Outside the Yan residence, a golden light slowly approached.

The carriage is square, made of wood lacquered in vermilion, with four pillars covered in gold, and a three-tiered circular gold roof with twelve jade beads hanging from it. The four sides of the carriage are painted with twelve symbols, including the sun, moon, stars, mountains, dragons, and pheasants. The door curtains are embroidered with golden dragons, and jade bells hang at the four corners.

Dragon carriage.

The emperor lifted the curtain and waved his hand.

Zhu Shoujing, the commander of Xiaoling Guard, bowed and accepted the order. He raised his hand and swung his sword—the gate of Yan Mansion shattered with a crash!

(End of this chapter)