The court lackeys of the eight-hour workday

Chapter 489 Placement
"Brother Li~ Brother Li~"

Wu Mingxiao cautiously walked to the gate of the Huang residence and listened carefully for a while, but he could not hear any human voices, let alone the sounds of fighting that he had expected.

He then slowly pushed open the door and peered inside.

His mouth slowly opened wider.

Just by looking at the upturned eaves and exotic plants in sight, one can imagine the former glory of the Huang Mansion.

But now, no matter who is here, they will no longer care about the scenery in other places, but will all focus their attention on the center of the courtyard inside the gate.

There is a ravine there.

A ditch that is one person wide and several feet deep.

The starting point is right in the center of the courtyard, as if a meteorite had crashed here. Then it extends straight into the depths of the Huang Mansion, cutting off the main house, halls, rockeries and ponds, forming a completely unobstructed passage.

On either side of this passageway lay several corpses lying on the ground, some severed at the waist, others at the shoulder, their cuts smooth as mirrors and uniformly oval in shape, their blood being poured into the ditch.

The pool water flowed into the gullies, diluting the blood.

Wu Mingxiao remained silent for a long time before entering the Huang residence and closing the door.

The scene before him was beyond his comprehension of martial arts. It was as if a sharp, massive sword, as large as a mountain, had swept across the Huang residence.

Given the sheer volume of noise from such a scene, the entire town of Fukang should have been able to hear it. Yet, from the moment Li Miao left the county office until now, he hadn't heard a single sound.

Wu Mingxiao hesitated for a moment, then drew his knife and walked forward.

As he ventured deeper into the area, he noticed even more details.

For example, the corpses lying on the ground were all holding the same Japanese sword as him.

For example, the water in the pool, which had been completely cut open by the ditch, flowed out and the water level dropped, revealing the silt at the bottom of the pool. Among the silt, several white skeletons and several swords in the style of the Central Plains were exposed.

For example, when he approached the last courtyard of the Huang residence, he faintly heard some crying sounds.

The sound of a woman and a baby crying.

"Could it be that Brother Li has not yet annihilated the enemy?"

Wu Mingxiao's eyes narrowed, and he gripped the hilt of his knife tightly before charging forward.

As he rushed into the last courtyard, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him, its hand flashing with cold light as it thrust towards his waist.

Wu Mingxiao was already on high alert. Although the figure was fast, the moves were surprisingly loose. How could he not react?

"Come die!"

With a clang, the Japanese sword was drawn, and a fierce "slash" was unleashed!
Swish—whoosh.

The head rolled to the ground, blood splattering out and covering Wu Mingxiao's head and face.

But he had no time to wipe it away, only thinking that since the other side had laid an ambush, there must be more than just this many people. He kicked the headless corpse away and shouted angrily.

"Wu Mingxiao of Dengzhou Guard is here! Traitor, die!!!"

His response was not the enemy's angry shout.

Instead, countless terrified women screamed.

"ah!"

"Oh!"

Wu Mingxiao was stunned.

He hurriedly wiped his face, removing the blood splattered on it, and then stared intently at the blood.

Where are the enemies or ambushes?
In the center of the courtyard, countless women had gathered, some holding children, some pregnant and showing, and some thin but still holding weapons. They all sat facing inward, forming a circle.

In the very center of the circle, his "Brother Li" was sipping a glass of wine, raising an eyebrow as he looked at him.

Just as he was standing there in a daze, several women holding weapons in the crowd stood up and shouted at him.

"Who are you!"

"Put down your weapons!" "Master Li is here, how dare you act so presumptuously!"

Before Wu Mingxiao could react, Li Miao chuckled, as if he had heard something amusing. He took a comfortable sip of wine and stretched.

"Ha! Master Li—what a nice title."

"Since I returned from Miao territory, no one has called me that again. It's been a long time..."

Wu Mingxiao stared blankly at him, glanced at the group of women, then looked at the corpse at his feet, pointed at the corpse and asked Li Miao.

"Brother Li, are you done... what about him?"

Li Miao smiled.

"Oh, I threw it over there."

He put down his wine glass and spread his hands.

"Since you're already here, you should at least feel a sense of participation, otherwise you've come for nothing."

Wu Mingxiao looked embarrassed.

Then I should thank you for your consideration, right?

As he sheathed his sword, Li Miao also raised his hand and pressed down.

"Alright, this is the young man who came with me to rescue you. Put your weapons away."

The women then put away their weapons and knelt back in their original positions.

Wu Mingxiao stepped forward, wanting to sit next to Li Miao.

Before he could even sit down, he was met with dozens of sharp gazes. The women around him stared intently at him until he awkwardly stood up and then looked away.

"Um... Brother Li, who are these girls?"

Wu Mingxiao said.

Li Miao smiled and leaned against the table, briefly explaining the situation.

This includes matters concerning Xuanlan, the Japanese, the Huangfu family, and the women and infants imprisoned in the Huang mansion.

After hearing Li Miao's explanation, Wu Mingxiao was furious, regretting that he had arrived too late and could not personally kill a few villains to vent his anger.

At the same time, he also understood why those women glared at him so fiercely when he tried to sit next to Li Miao—if he had been tormented like that for months and then rescued by someone like a heavenly being descended to earth, he would have worshipped that person as a god.

But... he secretly glanced at Li Miao.

Li Miao's personality was too distinct, and he made no attempt to hide it. After only a few days of traveling together, Wu Mingxiao had already gained a deep understanding of him.

This "Brother Li" is not a "hero" in the traditional sense.

He does these things simply because he "likes" them. Killing is exhilarating, so Li Miao does it, but the aftermath is a constant source of trouble, and Li Miao may not be willing to deal with it.

These women will most likely be disappointed.

Sure enough, just as Wu Mingxiao was thinking, he heard Li Miao speak.

"Don't look at me. I need to go out on business and I don't like having too many people with me, especially those of you who are showing signs of pregnancy or taking care of children. I don't have time to take care of you."

The women around him darkened their eyes.

Wu Mingxiao hesitated for a moment, then thought of staying behind and letting Li Miao take his Japanese sword to Dengzhou Guard, so that neither side would be delayed.

Li Miao seemed to know what he was thinking. He waved his hand, reached into his robes, pulled out an object, and tossed it to the nearest woman.

"However, you don't need to worry."

"I have a lot of 'friends'."

"Given the commotion here, my 'friend' will arrive in less than three days. When that happens, show this to him, and he will make arrangements for you."

(End of this chapter)