The court lackeys of the eight-hour workday

Chapter 506 Torture, Late Arrival

After Li Miao left, the gate of Dayan Hall fell silent.

An hour later, birds and beasts smelled the blood and tentatively entered the mountain gate. Seeing that no one was around, they lowered their heads and began to chew on the corpses scattered all over the ground.

Ten hours later, a large insect strode into the mountain gate, startling birds and beasts into scattering and causing chaos within the gate. Some larger beasts, unwilling to leave behind the carcasses, lowered their heads and growled menacingly at the insect.

The giant worm didn't even glance at them, stepping over the corpses on the ground and heading towards a side hall.

It has no interest in inanimate objects.

It smelled a scent that piqued its interest, a scent so strong it puzzled it... Logically, with such a strong smell of blood, the wounded prey should have been dead long ago, but the scent from the room ahead was fresh and hot, the heat wafting over and condensing into water droplets on its nose.

Tiger Claw stepped into the side hall.

At the same time, a cry of mixed pain and joy came from ahead.

"Ah! Come on! Eat me!"

Come on, eat me!

The tiger looked up and saw a hairless monkey pinned to the wall, shouting at him.

Ignoring the hairless monkey's shouts and provocations, it merely turned its gaze in confusion to his open belly, which was the direction from which the scent was emanating.

The giant insect strode closer.

Lan Qinyu's face lit up with ecstasy.

Although Li Miao had only been gone for ten hours, he had already fully understood the terrifying nature of Li Miao's methods. It was not simply about the pain... but about how, as time went on, his internal organs slowly shifted, the pain gradually intensified, and the speed of the shift varied... This made it impossible for him to predict his own death.

The real torment comes from the increasingly intense pain and the anxiety of not knowing how severe the pain will become or when it will end.

As the tiger walked to his feet, Lan Qinyu was not afraid at all; instead, her face was full of joy.

"Bah! Bah!"

He kept spitting at the worm, trying to provoke it.

And the worm bared its teeth as he wished, opening its blood-red maw and probing into his exposed belly.

"finally--"

Lan Qinyu closed her eyes contentedly.

His last thought was a touch of self-satisfaction.

Because he defeated the two strongest people in the world twice.

Ji Tianrui couldn't contain him, and Li Miao couldn't torment him either.

Even if his fate is simply death, he would still be better than countless heroes who have been defeated by these two.

Lan Qinyu awaited that moment of excruciating pain and relief.

sand--

A sticky tearing sound.

Lan Qinyu suddenly opened her eyes and looked at her own body.

The worm squinted its eyes, licking the blood from its belly with an expression of ecstasy. The barbs on its tongue licked the delicate internal organs, bringing waves of pain—but not fatal.

"Eat me! Eat me!"

"You beast! Eat me!"

Lan Qinyu shouted suddenly, but the tiger ignored her.

After licking the blood dry from its abdominal cavity, it lay down on its own, squinting at Lan Qinyu's belly, anticipating the next filling of blood.

Lan Qinyu's gaze was fixed on her own abdomen.

Just now, when the worm was licking the blood, he vaguely saw a worm poke its head out of his internal organs, and then burrow back into his flesh and disappear.

"what……"

He finally understood why, among so many corpses outside, the giant worm had charged straight at him… It was because of this Gu worm, which had transformed his blood into the sweet spring that the worm saw. And looking at the blood gradually filling his belly, the Gu worm seemed to have the effect of promoting the growth of flesh and blood.

Until Li Miao's methods end, the worm will probably keep licking his internal organs.

Li Miao likely knows Gu techniques, but he wouldn't carry Gu worms on his person... so these Gu worms were planted on him by Ji Tianrui. Li Miao realized this and, going along with it, sealed Lan Qinyu's fate.

He never won against either of them.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Lan Qinyu's screams echoed incessantly.

He's crazy.

The worm rose again and began licking his blood.

Just then, a commotion suddenly broke out outside. The howls, screams, and cries of wild beasts rang out for a moment, then subsided within a few breaths.

The tiger suddenly turned around and growled towards the outside. A moment later, footsteps slowly approached.

A young man dressed in armor and with a Japanese sword at his waist walked in, his gaze fixed on Lan Qinyu, who was screaming wildly, his brows furrowed.

"Roar!"

Seeing that he wasn't looking at him, the worm suddenly pounced, its gaping maw snapping at the young man's neck.

Swish—click.

The scabbard at the young man's waist moved slightly.

Wow.

Blood splattered everywhere, and the tiger was broken into several pieces, falling to the ground.

The young man, however, seemed unaffected, only frowning as he looked at Lan Qinyu.

"気でも久ったのですか (Are you crazy)?"

He muttered to himself in Japanese.

At the same time, a middle-aged man ran in, laboriously placed the broken half of the knife handle at the young man's feet, then knelt on one knee and respectfully spoke in Japanese.

"Lord Sakata, we only found this... but we didn't find Lord Fujiwara's body, perhaps..."

The young man glanced at it and sighed.

"There's no need to look anymore. This weapon was given to him by our lord. Even if it breaks, as long as he's alive, he won't abandon it. Fujiwara-kun is already dead."

"Moreover, judging from the marks on the outside, he fought with all his might and was instantly defeated... It seems that the martial arts world in the Central Plains is not as simple as it appears on the surface."

The middle-aged man's expression changed.

"Even Lord Fujiwara could be defeated so easily... Then, what about the successor of the sorcery technique..."

The young man pointed at the crazed Lan Qinyu.

"There's only one living person here, and he's gone mad. Even if we take him back, it'll be useless."

The middle-aged man's face fell, his shoulders slumped, as if his hopes had been dashed, and his entire spirit collapsed.

"how come……"

he muttered.

“Having abandoned my lord and left my homeland for so many days, is the hope I finally found about to be shattered like this… This, this…”

As she spoke, she couldn't help but sob.

But then they heard the young man say something.

"Don't cry, there is still hope."

"Fujiwara-kun's sacrifice was not without meaning."

"He left us some messages."

The middle-aged man suddenly raised his head.

The young man slowly walked up to Lan Qinyu, reached into his abdomen, groped for a moment, and then suddenly pulled out his hand, pulling out a writhing Gu worm.

"This is the clue."

"That's what the young man said."

"The clues about the successor of witchcraft were discovered during the pursuit of 'that person's' subordinates. Therefore, the person who killed Fujiwara-kun and left behind the witchcraft worms to torment him should also be related to 'that person'."

"As long as we find the person who left the Gu worms, we can still fulfill our lord's request."

The middle-aged man was suddenly startled, first overjoyed, then suddenly hesitant.

"However, with our manpower in the Central Plains, we would probably have no chance of capturing the person who could defeat Lord Fujiwara... Even you are no exception; in the end, we are still powerless to do anything..."

The young man waved his hand.

"We simply cannot do it on our own."

"However, a few days ago, I received a message from my lord."

"That demoness has already extended her evil claws to other daimyo."

“Many renowned swordsmen serve under these daimyo, and they have contacted our lord, saying they are willing to lend us a hand. I have already sent the message back.”

"Perhaps even 'that person' will come."

A look of admiration and longing appeared on the young man's face as he spoke with absolute certainty.

"As long as he's there, no matter who the opponent is, they will surely fall to his sword!"

"Whoever it is!"

(End of this chapter)