The court lackeys of the eight-hour workday

Chapter 59: Yun Zelin

Let’s talk about Wang Hai.

This trip was for a secret investigation, and bringing along people with poor martial arts skills would be a burden. Wang Hai had a solid foundation in internal strength, so he set out alone, changing horses along the way, and reached his destination in less than a day and a half.

Although the man spoke, he didn't know much. He only said that someone gave him the secret book and said it was the instruction of the Right Envoy, so he should just keep it with him and not ask any other questions.

After losing the secret book, he reported it to the higher authorities, but received no response. Since then, he has lost contact with the sect.

Unable to bear Xiao Si's torture, he racked his brains and said, "Since the secret book was lost, I went out of the city to do business a few times and seemed to be followed. Judging from their methods, they seemed to be people in the sect."

"I went out of town several times to do things very suddenly, and I was able to catch up immediately. This person should live near my home. I didn't dare to check, so I don't know which family he is."

Wang Hai came here to investigate because he wanted to find the Ming Cult member who was monitoring him and see if he could find out the plan of the Ming Cult's Right Emissary.

This is a village under the jurisdiction of Northern Zhili. It has few people and is close to mountains and forests.

There were few people coming and going in places like this, so in order to avoid attracting attention, Wang Hai got off his horse in advance and tied it in the woods by the roadside.

Then he took out some clothes and disguise items from his luggage and spent an incense stick of time to get dressed.

In a short moment, he changed from a handsome young military officer to a weather-beaten and dusty traveling merchant.

Wang Hai walked around the town and roughly understood the layout of the surrounding buildings. He also took the opportunity to chat with a few idlers and roughly identified a few suspicious residents.

Then he left the village, found his horse and luggage, changed into night clothes, put on hook-blade gloves, sat on a bluestone slab to regulate his breathing and rest, waiting to act at night.

The sun set and in the blink of an eye it was midnight.

After half a day of breathing exercises, Wang Hai had gotten rid of all the fatigue accumulated along the way. He stood up, stretched his muscles, and then used his light skills to head towards the suspicious residents he had targeted during the day.

According to the information obtained from those idle men, there were three families living near the man being tortured, who had moved in in recent years and had no relatives with the local people.

Wang Hai climbed over the wall quietly and landed in the yard of the first family.

He first quietly entered the bedroom and pointed a finger at the owner's neck, knocking him unconscious. Then he searched the room and under the bed carefully, knocked on the floor tiles and wall panels, but found no secret door or secret room.

Finally, he held the man's pulse gate to check whether he had true energy. He also carefully pinched his muscles and bones to see if there were any signs of martial arts training.

Having basically ruled out this man's suspicion, Wang Hai climbed over the wall and went out again, and searched the second house in the same way, but still found nothing.

By this time, Wang Hai had actually lost all hope.

According to the Ming Cult's style of doing things, there is a high possibility that this line has been broken.

If it wasn't related to the Right Envoy of the Ming Cult, and if the Five Mountains Sword Sect's mission was not related to the Ming Cult, and if there was no vague connection between the things along the way, Wang Hai would not be so eager to come here to investigate in person.

Wang Hai put one hand on the top of the wall and was about to climb over the wall of the third household.

He just showed his head over the courtyard wall.

In an instant, a cold light appeared in front of him!
Wang Hai was delighted: "He's caught!"

He supported himself on the wall with his left hand and grabbed the oncoming dart with his right hand. His gloves were inlaid with refined iron sheets, so he was not afraid of the poisonous object cutting his skin.

As soon as Wang Hai landed, he saw a figure climbing onto the roof and fleeing out.

Wang Hai sneered and threw the dart in his hand directly.

Whoosh—puff!
"what!"

The man shouted, blood gushed out of his knee, and his body lost balance and immediately fell on the roof.

Wang Hai climbed up to the roof and without further ado, he reached out and grabbed the man's chin, then snapped the joint.

Then he grabbed both hands, and with two crisp sounds of "crack", he broke them directly. He did the same with both legs.

In just two or three breaths, the man lost all ability to move. He was wriggling on the roof like a maggot, emitting "ho ho" sounds of pain from his mouth.

Wang Hai jumped off the roof holding the man's clothes, walked into the house, threw the man in a corner at random, and then searched the house carefully. Within an incense stick of time, he found a scripture, several banknotes, and a waist badge in a secret compartment under the man's bed.

Wang Hai picked up the badge and looked at it carefully. There were some words written in Persian on it.

The Jinyiwei had been searching for Mingjiao disciples for years and were familiar with certain Persian phrases.

"Thick Earth Flag." Wang Hai read out.

The structure of the Ming Cult from top to bottom is the leader, two left and right emissaries, four guardians, and five flag masters. The disciples are under the jurisdiction of the five flag masters, namely the sharp gold, giant wood, flood, fierce fire, and thick earth flags.

In the battle fifteen years ago, the Ming Cult suffered heavy losses, its headquarters was destroyed, and its leader Ji Tianrui died.

From the leader down, one right-hand man, two guardians, and three flag masters died.

Among them, a Right Envoy was later promoted, but there is still little news about him, whether he is a man or a woman. A Dharma Protector was promoted.

However, there have always been only two flag owners: the Thick Earth Flag and the Flood Flag, and they have never been replaced.

The reason is very simple. The five flags of the Ming Cult have their own division of labor. In that battle, the disciples of the three flags of Sharp Gold, Giant Wood, and Fiery Fire who faced the enemy head-on were all killed. Only the disciples of the Flood Flag, which was responsible for the operation of the branch altars in various places, and the disciples of the Thick Earth Flag, who were responsible for secretly investigating news and spying on intelligence, survived.

Without disciples, there is naturally no need for a flag master.

Most of the people that Jinyiwei dealt with in recent years were from Houtu Banner.

This person has a waist badge of the Houtu Banner, and he has status in the Ming Cult. He should be a middle-level figure in the Houtu Banner.

The Ming Cult had gone underground for more than a decade, and now the remaining ones were loyal diehards who would not speak easily. Wang Hai was used to dealing with the people of the Ming Cult, so he didn't waste any words, and dragged the man over and began to torture him.

The man was also very stubborn. He endured for two hours before he said with his dying breath: "Stop... I say..."

Wang Hai stopped, wiped the blood off his hands, and asked, "What's your name, and what's your connection with the Right Envoy of the Ming Cult?"

"My name is—"

The man was about to speak.

puff.

But suddenly a cold light shot out from the yard and pierced the man's neck directly!
Blood gushed out, and the man fell down limply, losing his voice.

Wang Hai's pupils shrank slightly, and he immediately turned around and looked towards the courtyard. The internal energy in his body was ready to be released, and he was on full alert.

He has worked under Li Miao for many years and has performed at least eight hundred missions. How could he not be on guard against an ambush set by the Ming Cult at this time?
But he clearly didn't hear any sound, and the hidden weapon was so fast that he didn't even have a chance to stop it!
Wang Hai looked intently into the courtyard, only to see two people appear in the courtyard, one young and one old.

The young man had a feminine face, a boy with a feminine appearance. He was at his leisure and said to the old man, "Master Zhou, how long has your subordinate held out?"

The old man had a blank expression on his face and replied coldly, "Two hours."

"Ah, then you win."

The young man smiled and said, "But, Lord Zhou, is this considered cheating?"

"I made a bet with you about how much he would tell, why did you kill him?"

The old man didn't answer, but just looked at Wang Hai coldly.

The young man turned around and smiled at Wang Hai, "Hello, little brother."

“After you captured the person, I have been waiting for you here for a long time.

"You are a Jinyiwei, right? Do you recognize a person - he should be in his thirties, with a heroic appearance and martial arts skills at or above the top level? His name should be... Li Miao?"

"My name is Yun Zelin. I met him fifteen years ago and have been asking about him for a long time."

"If you know, please tell me."

(End of this chapter)