The court lackeys of the eight-hour workday

Chapter 449 Recovery
An Ziyang's hair stood on end.

Without the slightest hesitation, he dove several feet away, and in mid-air, he pulled out all the poison he was carrying and threw it out!
Whoosh—hiss—

What level of poison is he carrying now?
He picked through the best of the two most poisonous lineages in the world, Miao Jiang and Tang Clan, and threw out three or four pounds of them. Dry, runny, cold, hot, green, purple, white, gray, with teeth, with pincers, with barbs, with wings, all fluttered to the ground and exploded into a whole cloud of green and purple mist.

As soon as the floor tile was lifted, a plume of smoke shot in with a whoosh, and the person inside, quick as a flash, kicked his leg, stuck out his tongue, and died without uttering a sound.

An Ziyang and his group also used the poisonous smoke as cover to rush out of the door.

With just a glance, An Ziyang clenched his teeth, and the four elders accompanying him were terrified.

An Qisheng was watching them from a rooftop not far away, with no more than ten zhang between them... For a celestial being who had merged into four paths, this distance was no different from being between their legs.

The toxic fog that surrounded us offered no sense of security whatsoever.

Two of the retainers took off running, while the other two exchanged a glance, gritted their teeth, and were about to grab Mei Qinghe and An Ziyang and escape when they heard An Ziyang shout sharply.

"wrong!"

"Don't go, trust me!"

Before she could finish speaking, Mei Qinghe stopped abruptly.

Seeing the two guards stop, they hesitated for a moment, then stamped their feet angrily and finally stayed. They said in a low voice, "Commander An, this is An Qisheng… a man who fought Lord Li to a standstill; he can't be dealt with by just any means—"

"No, we don't need to deal with him."

But then An Ziyang said in a deep voice.

He raised his hand and pointed at An Qisheng.

“You see, he only appears to be looking at us, but he has actually not moved for several breaths.”

The two worshippers looked in the direction he was pointing.

An Qisheng stood with his hands behind his back on the rooftop, his imposing presence exuding a serene and steadfast aura like a towering mountain. His body was covered in undried blood, sending chills down the spine of anyone who looked upon him. His eyes were empty, devoid of any intelligence, and he remained completely still; were it not for the slight rise and fall of his chest, he would have been like a statue.

However, his consistently rigid and unyielding demeanor prevented the others from noticing anything amiss for the time being.

"he……"

Mei Qinghe hesitated before speaking.

"It's Your Majesty."

An Ziyang breathed a sigh of relief.

"His Majesty has used the Jizhao technique to control him..."

“His presence here means either he has defeated His Majesty or he has escaped. But if he has truly won, His Majesty will surely die, and he would kill us without hesitation, not just stand by and watch… So he has escaped.”

"Now that he is neither speaking nor moving, he must have been caught up by His Majesty and dragged into the illusion of silence."

An Ziyang cupped his hands in the direction of An Qisheng.

"Your Majesty, is there anything we can do for you?"

But after he asked, there was no response from the rooftop.

An Ziyang frowned.

Ji Zhao dragged others into illusions, but he himself should still be able to hear and see everything outside. An Qisheng must have been dragged into an illusion, so why didn't the emperor answer?

In the dead silence, only the buzzing sound of the Gu worms that An Ziyang had released vibrating their elytra rose and fell continuously.

Suddenly, the emperor's voice rang out, but it consisted of only one sentence.

"Walk."

An Ziyang's pupils suddenly contracted!
With that "Go," the sound of a clattering machine suddenly came from behind, and the floor tiles were lifted again, revealing the face of a middle-aged martial arts man with a cold, doll-like expression.

Just by looking at his expression, you could tell this was Liu Jin's clone. An Ziyang raised his hand and unleashed a barrage of attacks.

Liu Jin is only good at talking now. Everyone on Li Miao's side has already decided on their attitude towards him - don't listen, don't ask, don't answer, and kill him on sight!

Whoosh whoosh—

Countless poisoned needles shot out and reached Liu Jin in an instant.

Liu Jin, however, neither dodged nor avoided the question, but calmly uttered a single sentence.

"Island Lord Zheng, with this portion of supplies here, it should be enough for you to recover somewhat—"

Before he could finish speaking, he was shot down.

The body rolled into the secret passage, startling the martial arts practitioners who had not yet crawled out, who let out a series of screams.

An Ziyang was startled.

Based on Liu Jin's words, he, like Zhu Zai, instantly thought of the Zheng Anqi incident in Nanjing, and immediately connected everything, understanding Liu Jin's intention to transport these江湖人 (jianghu people) and civil officials to the capital.

"Sister Mei, go and kill those civil officials, quick!!!"

With a sharp shout, he flashed to the exit of the secret passage, used the powerful true energy of the Wedding Dress Divine Skill to smash the roof, and then raised his hand to pour the hidden weapons and poisons he was carrying into it.

Although Mei Qinghe didn't understand, she had already darted several feet away when An Ziyang was halfway through his sentence, rushing towards the direction from which the civil officials had made their voices. Her sword energy was overflowing, and her sword, number twenty-three, was ready to be unleashed!
In that split second!
"what--"

A long sigh escaped An Qisheng's lips.

This long sigh was like a prisoner being freed from shackles or a porter being relieved of his burden, conveying a sense of ease and a joyful relief.

An Ziyang's hair stood on end.

Look back.

On the rooftop, An Qisheng's previously lifeless eyes changed. His pupils gradually narrowed, his gaze focusing, first sweeping over An Ziyang and the others, then glancing towards the location of the civil officials and martial arts practitioners.

In that instant, An Ziyang felt the shouts of the martial arts practitioners in the secret passage beneath his feet cease. At the same time, the clamor of the civil officials not far away also vanished in an instant.

There was not a sound of human voices within sight and hearing.

Mei Qinghe stopped in her tracks.

An Ziyang slowly clenched his fist.

Then An Qisheng spoke calmly.

"Are you Li Miao's subordinates?"

"You guessed correctly and acted decisively, but you were too weak and too slow."

"Li Miao, in terms of the most troublesome people I have seen in the past thousand years, he can be ranked in the top three. Without the slightest hesitation, he launched a fierce attack, almost destroying my plans and completely ruining my Yingzhou... If I had met him a thousand years ago, I would have had no choice but to flee in panic."

"Unfortunately, he is currently trapped in his mind's eye, with only this possessed imperial guard. Even if I only recover half of my strength, it will be enough to crush him in front of me."

Before he finished speaking, An Qisheng swung his hand and struck out with a palm behind him.

boom!
A deafening explosion rang out, and the houses crumbled.

A bright yellow dragon robe flew up, spitting out blood mid-air. The emperor clutched his chest, rolled to the ground, his face ashen, and reached out to grab An Ziyang and Mei Qinghe, about to turn and flee.

Before they could escape even a few feet, suddenly everything went blurry before their eyes.

An Qisheng was already standing in front of them.

He raised his palm towards the group, his thumb and little finger clasped together. Before he even made a move, the powerful true energy he contained had already stirred up the dust on the ground.

(End of this chapter)