The court lackeys of the eight-hour workday

Chapter 476 Corpse Pit
Zhao Wuji's body fell to the ground.

No one will ever know his story again.

For example, seventeen years ago, he was a renowned young swordsman in the martial arts world; for example, he was Zuo Lishan's sworn brother; for example, he and Zuo Lishan once ambushed and killed "Great Asura" Meng Nan.

For example, he had already made all the arrangements, prepared the money and manpower, and was ready to make a name for himself in the martial arts world and take back the seventeen years that Zuo Lishan had taken from him.

But until his death, he was nothing more than a wicked and insignificant bandit leader. His only special trait was that it made Li Miao raise an eyebrow and utter a slight sense of surprise in his heart.

"Recognized me?"

"This bandit leader does have some knowledge."

She immediately turned and left, never giving him another glance.

A few bandits remained inside, their weapons clattering to the ground.

From the moment Li Miao entered the room until now, in just a few words and a dozen breaths, their mood changed from confidence to utter despair. However, having learned from Zhao Wuji's example, they dared not attempt to escape in front of Li Miao again.

Li Miao didn't care and waved his hand. Wu Mingxiao stepped forward and subdued and tied up the men.

Li Miao slowly walked up to the savage he had pinned to the pillar from a distance, looked him over carefully from head to toe, and chuckled.

"It is indeed the bloodline of the Yang family."

"His muscles and bones are as strong as an ox's. He managed to build such a solid foundation even with such rubbish internal energy training. As for his moves, they are somewhat similar to the foundation of Xingyi Quan, but he only has the tiger form."

"Were you raised by this skinny tiger?"

The savage ignored him, staring intently at the thin tiger and the long knife stuck in its head.

"Are you mute?"

Li Miao suddenly waved his hand.

The savage was suddenly flung away and slammed to the ground. Before he could spit out a mouthful of blood, Li Miao lifted him up again and slammed him to the ground once more.

Bang!Bang!Bang!
After repeating this seven or eight times, Li Miao finally withdrew his hand behind his back.

"Are you awake?"

The savage was bleeding from his mouth and nose, and covered in wounds. But his bones and muscles were so strong that even after Li Miao's ordeal, he didn't suffer any injuries that would affect his mobility.

But he finally came to his senses.

“Ah, ah, ah—”

He raised his hand and looked at his palm.

A beastly howl escaped his mouth.

Li Miao's perverse sense of humor was everywhere. He could have easily killed the man and the tiger, but he insisted on dragging the savage along to personally kill the skinny tiger. If the savage hadn't been exceptionally gifted and had wide meridians, he would have almost gone mad from practicing qi cultivation.

"Why...why..."

"I just want to raise children..."

"Why...why are you all bullying me...?"

Tears streaming down my face.

Just by looking at his speech, you can tell that he is mentally confused. Although his body has grown up, his mind is only at the level of a seven or eight-year-old child.

If they could win, that would be fine. But if they couldn't, and they had already lost their lives, they had no will to fight back. They just stood there crying and howling, letting out mournful cries like wounded wild beasts.

Wu Mingxiao couldn't stand it any longer. After binding the remaining bandits, he walked to Li Miao's side and whispered something.

"Brother Li...actually, this savage didn't hurt anyone, perhaps..."

Li Miao waved his hand.

“There are many pitiful people here, it’s not his turn.”

"Fine, take one prisoner alive and come with me."

Having said that, he raised his hand and grabbed the savage. Then, he lifted him by the neck and flung him, dislocating all his joints. He then silenced the savage's cries by pressing his acupoints, and strode towards the door.

Wu Mingxiao dragged a bandit along with him.

Upon reaching the center of the mountain stronghold, Li Miao asked calmly.

Where is the body buried?

The bandit, held in Wu Mingxiao's hand, turned pale, his throat tightened, and he forced himself to speak.

"Great, great hero, I—" Before he could finish speaking, Li Miao raised his hand and pointed.

laugh! ——

The bandit's right pinky finger snapped open.

A few breaths later he realized what had happened, let out a howl and tried to struggle, but Wu Mingxiao slammed him to the ground and punched him hard on the back of the head several times.

Wu Mingxiao showed no pity for these bandits.

"Answer my older brother's question!"

"The back mountain! The back mountain!"

The bandit hurriedly shouted repeatedly.

"They're all in the back hill, they're all in the back hill!"

Raise your hand and point in one direction.

So the group followed the direction he indicated, passing through the outer wall of the mountain stronghold, and then turning over several streams and forests. It took them about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn to reach a cliff edge.

"This is it, right here."

The bandit said tremblingly.

Li Miao, however, acted as if he hadn't heard anything and didn't even look.

Wu Mingxiao, however, curiously peeked out.

With just one glance, his face flushed red, and his fingers tightened involuntarily around the bandit's neck, making the bandit scream in pain.

The cliff face wasn't high; below it was a deep pit about ten feet wide and about one foot deep.

The black of the soil extended to the edge of the pit, only to be cut off by the abundant, forest-white.

This deep pit is filled with bones.

Although there were animal bones such as horse and cow bones mixed in, about a hundred human bones could still be pieced together. Intertwined with the animal bones, they appeared even more terrifying.

Moreover... many of the bones still had dried, shiny, yellowish-white tendons hanging from them. Although they were dry, it was clear that they were not very old.

This is the "corpse dump" of this mountain stronghold.

Wu Mingxiao suddenly remembered what Li Miao had said earlier.

"In recent years, tigers have been rampant in this area, causing the deaths and injuries of more than 1,200 people. More than half of them have disappeared without a trace."

"...If Ruohu didn't eat so many people, then what killed the others? And where did the missing people go?"

"When it comes to eating people, tigers are far inferior to humans."

The officials in Da Shuo are certainly not as rigorous in judging cases as Li Miao was in his previous life. Limited by manpower, methods, and even costs, many cases can be hastily closed with just a plausible reason.

As long as the savages instructed the skinny tiger to leave some claw marks or hair, the people who were abducted would naturally be counted as casualties in the tiger attack.

This is precisely why Zhao Wuji's stronghold, despite committing so many evil deeds, has not yet attracted the wrath of the government or the attention of any major sects.

"Everyone says it's like being an accomplice to a tiger, but it's not so clear who is the accomplice between humans and tigers."

Li Miao spoke calmly from behind Wu Mingxiao.

Wu Mingxiao touched the hilt of the knife, about to behead the bandit who was wailing and begging for mercy.

Before he could draw his longsword, Li Miao lightly tapped the hilt with a finger, pressing the longsword back into its sheath.

"Brother Li?"

Wu Mingxiao asked, puzzled.

Li Miao picked up the savage and shook it.

"It's not over yet, this isn't the place I'm looking for."

He raised his hand and pointed, and the bandit's right hand exploded open.

"There should be another one, right?"

"Take me to see it."

(End of this chapter)