The court lackeys of the eight-hour workday

Chapter 441 The Hunger War
As soon as Li Miao shook his hand, the two pitch-black, three-foot-tall figures scrambled up on all fours. The moment they got close to Li Miao, dozens of mouths with gleaming white teeth appeared all over their bodies, and their entire bodies enveloped Li Miao like a giant net.

"Tsk!"

"What, is it that the more mindless you are, the more intense this battle of wits becomes?"

Li Miao clicked his tongue and quickly retreated.

This was the first time he had ever made a "retreat" move in a fight. Usually, others would try every means to retreat quickly, while he would do everything he could to rush into their faces. Now, he was the one dodging.

no way.

There's a saying: "A mop dipped in excrement is like Lu Bu reborn."

The nature of the battle of minds is that only by literally tearing off and devouring the opponent's flesh and blood can the opponent be weakened. There is no vital point here. As long as the act of "devouring" is not performed, all the damage caused is meaningless.

But those pitch-black human figures on the other side... are not much better than shit.

An Qisheng's method of achieving immortality through reincarnation was through rebirth.

It's like dropping a drop of ink into water, eventually turning the entire glass black. The water and ink remain, but because the ink is more concentrated, it changes the color of the whole glass of water. An Qisheng's will is indeed unwavering; through dozens of reincarnations and dilutions, it still firmly occupies the underlying color of this glass of water.

But what happens after Li Miao removes the drop of ink?

The water, which had been mixed dozens of times, overflowed.

An Qisheng's "sex" contains not only himself, but also dozens of generations of Zheng Anqi. Yingzhou's twisted and morbid method of inheritance not only created the thousand-year-old ghost Zheng Anqi, but also dozens of slumbering, vengeful ghosts named "Zheng Anqi" within him.

Hate is far more profound than love.

The pent-up resentment and emotions of dozens of people were intertwined. Li Miao swallowed just one bite, and a wave of sour, bitter, spicy, and salty flavors surged into his heart. The food was fishy, ​​sticky, spicy, and bitter, a feast for the eyes and the palate, yet even Li Miao couldn't help but frown and gag.

Cannot be eaten, but cannot be harmed.

Trading injury for injury is actually a loss.

If he doesn't consume it, this mental struggle will never end, and Li Miao will never wake up.

"Tsk!"

Li Miao clicked his tongue again.

"It takes half a day to recover after just one drop. At this rate, it might take months to finish... That old devil An Qisheng really did have two plans!"

"If you can't possess me, then hold me back."

"We don't know what's going on outside yet. Although the emperor is there to keep things under control, his martial arts skills haven't recovered much, and Ji Tianrui is still watching us closely. Xiao Anzi and the others haven't matured yet, so they can't influence the overall situation."

Bang!
The fist collided with the black figure's arm, blasting it away. But in the next instant, the black figure unfolded in mid-air like a curtain, transforming into a large net that descended upon them.

Without reason and the constraints of preconceived notions, these remnant souls are more creative in their mental images than An Qisheng himself.

Li Miao dodged out of the area of ​​effect, but the moment he stepped out, the ground suddenly churned up! Two pitch-black arms reached for Li Miao's calves, while a huge mouth tore at them!

"roll!"

Li Miao kicked out!
Bang!
With a loud bang, the pitch-black humanoid figure hidden beneath the black sand was kicked away and crashed into the falling black net, rolling several times on the ground before getting up.

A human-shaped silhouette rose from beneath a large, dark net.

The net melted and gradually shaped into a suit of jet-black armor, enveloping the humanoid figure.

"What are you pretending to be!"

boom!
Before he could stand up straight, Li Miao appeared in front of him and delivered a powerful straight punch to his chest!

clang! ——

Unlike the previous sound of liquid being struck, this time it was the sound of metal clashing.

The humanoid armor flew backward, carving a trench ten feet wide in the sand.

Black water slowly flowed down from Li Miao's fist.

Skin and flesh damaged.

He was injured by that punch.

The defense of that jet-black armor was no less than that of An Qisheng's protective true energy.

Dozens of feet away, the humanoid armored figure slammed its hand on the ground and flipped to its feet, arching its body and letting out a beast-like roar, about to charge at Li Miao again, but suddenly stopped.

It suddenly looked down at the deep fist-shaped mark on its chest armor. In the center of the fist-shaped mark was a drop of black water.

It trembled as it reached out to dip its fingertip in the liquid, trembling as it tried to put it in its mouth. But as it raised its hand, several tiny faces of different ages and genders suddenly appeared on the chest, neck, forearm, and chin that the fingertip passed over, opening their mouths wide to bite the fingertip.

"mine!"

"Give it to me, give it to me!"

"I want it! Give it to me!"

Even the armor began to writhe as if alive, extending countless tentacles toward the drop of black liquid at the fingertip. In the end, one tentacle prevailed, engulfing the drop of liquid within the armor.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!--"

Countless mouths covering its body began to wail in unison.

“Why not me!”

"Why won't you give it to me!"

"Mine, mine, mine! Ahhhhh!"

The pitch-black human figure seemed to have suddenly suffered a hysterical attack, its entire body convulsing uncontrollably, frozen in place.

Li Miao raised an eyebrow.

"Not one?"

“These pitch-black human figures are not a whole composed of dozens of Zheng Anqis, but an ant colony made up of countless tiny corpse pieces… That’s right, if it were a whole, Anqisheng wouldn’t be able to take the lead. Only by cutting him up can he fully control his own sexuality.”

"That's it."

Li Miao's lips suddenly curled up.

He glanced to the side.

"Try?"

"I don't know if it will affect the 'eight-hour workday'... but we have to act quickly and don't have time to waste on these body parts!"

Behind him, dozens of dark humanoid figures pounced on him, each face bearing the same greedy grin.

"Ah."

Li Miao suddenly chuckled.

He suddenly raised his hand above his head, extended two fingers, and his true energy surged. The sand and gravel within a radius of several feet around him suddenly vibrated and floated up.

Then he suddenly clenched his fist at his waist!
"Black Pole - Floating Pagoda!"

Original!

The circular aura of true energy caused a piercing sonic boom in the air, spreading outwards from Li Miao as the center. There was no burst of sword energy, but propelled by the powerful true energy cultivated by Li Miao in both body and mind, the repulsive force was worlds apart from that before the battle at the imperial tomb.

boom! ! ! ——

Dozens of pitch-black human figures were instantly sent flying, staring at Li Miao in mid-air and letting out greedy and unwilling hisses.

Just at this moment!
The ground beneath Li Miao's feet suddenly exploded!

The original Black Pagoda does not deplete true energy, nor does it require meditation to replenish true energy!

This is the moment Li Miao wanted!
He raised his hand into a claw and pounced on a dark-skinned figure like a tiger pouncing on its prey, grabbing its neck tightly.

Several large mouths suddenly appeared on his neck and bit at Li Miao's hand.

Li Miao neither dodged nor avoided the attack, but instead gave a cold laugh.

"Want to eat?"

"Eat your fill!"

The waves exploded.

Li Miao grabbed the dark figure and plunged into the sea.

(End of this chapter)