The court lackeys of the eight-hour workday

Chapter 73 Death
Cheng Yuanzhen did not stop, even ignoring his men, and fled all the way down the mountain.

He is not like those gangsters. He serves the emperor and hangs out in the palace. He knows what is "above the top"!
"Don't fight him!"

It would be enough as long as we bring back the news that "Ming Cult has reached the pinnacle again" to Shuntian Prefecture!
After the three masters ran for a while, they saw that Yun Zelin did not chase them, so they turned back cautiously, rescued some of the Jinyiwei, soldiers and Taishan Sect disciples, and then fled down the mountain together.

But they didn't know that there was also chaos at the foot of the mountain.

A farm outside Tai'an City.

"Senior Brother Lan is dead?" A middle-aged woman slammed the table and stood up, glaring at the person in front of her.

"Yes..." The man hesitated for a moment: "The right envoy asked us to keep the news secret and not tell anyone else."

"I also don't know the whereabouts of the Right Envoy, and I am afraid that it will delay the great plan of the Holy Religion, so I reported to you, Protector Mao."

This middle-aged woman is none other than Mao Yingxia, the leader of the four Dharma protectors of the Ming Cult. She and Lan Lechuan are from the same school, and both are disciples of Ji Tianrui, the former leader of the Ming Cult.

"Senior Brother Lan..." She was silent for a moment, a sad look on her face.

“Why bother… Zuo Lishan is gone, so we can just go find another blood food… Why bother…”

"Where is the body now?" Mao Yingxia asked.

"I don't know... maybe it's even higher than the Taishan Sect."

boom!
Mao Yingxia slapped the table with her palm. The table broke into pieces, leaving a deep palm print on the ground.

"Yun Zelin! Yun Zelin! Madman, madman!"

She gritted her teeth and said, "I usually think he is crazy and has ulterior motives!"

"I really don't know why the master chose him to be the right-hand man. The sect spent so much effort to rebuild his bones, but he raised an ungrateful wolf who devoured his master!"

She looked into the distance at Tai'an City. She could faintly hear the wailing coming from the city and saw several fires.

"……never mind."

"In the afternoon, Yun Zelin sent me a message asking me to go into the city early, and I felt that was not a good idea."

"He is using the people of the Ming Cult to help him capture his enemies, so as to achieve his plan."

Mao Yingxia frowned and thought for a moment, then waved her hand.

"Notify the followers that there is no need to send anyone to the Taishan Sect. If Yun Zelin is going crazy, let him be crazy on his own. After using Zuo Lishan's heart, he won't live much longer."

"Send someone to inform the Wei Banner Lord that he can enter the city directly without waiting until daybreak."

"As long as we can train these three thousand 'Gu Soldiers', my Ming Cult's plan will be accomplished!"

The man took the order and left, but Mao Yingxia sat down dejectedly on the chair.

It's because she and Lan Lechuan are not only senior and junior brothers and sisters, but also have a fleeting romance.

“Brother Lan, Brother Lan… why bother…”

"You clearly sensed that the leader had put a poison on you, so why are you still fighting so hard..."

"Are you unwilling to be reduced to blood food and only wish to die in the fight... or are you really so loyal..."

"Ugh……"

The person is gone, and his thoughts will never be known by the living.

After a while, Mao Yingxia perked up, stood up, and was about to go out to see how the believers were preparing.

But suddenly I heard a loud bang coming from outside.

“!!!” Mao Yingxia walked out quickly and looked into the distance.

In the distance, several Ming Cult disciples suddenly flew up three or four feet high, and then fell heavily to the ground with a dull sound.

Dust was flying and loud noises were heard continuously.

Mao Yingxia's eyes fixed, and she muttered something "rustling" for a while, as if it was a mantra.

After she finished reading it, she used her Qinggong skills to rush over there.

As the distance got closer, the screams, roars, and wails of the Ming Cult disciples became more and more shrill.

Finally, Mao Yingxia stopped a hundred feet away from the battlefield.

In front of her, there was a "blood pool". In the center of the "blood pool", Li Miao punched out, and the back of a Mingjiao disciple exploded, blood and flesh splattered, and the front and back were transparent.

The surrounding Ming Cult disciples reluctantly stepped forward, and their weapons hit Li Miao, causing a sound of metal clashing.

Li Miao swung his arm, sweeping like a spear, and the weapons broke one after another.

Then he sent out a palm into the air, and his true energy left his body and hit the broken weapons, shooting out like sharp arrows. In an instant, four or five people were impaled on the ground like skewers, and they kept wailing.

Blood and flesh accumulated on the ground, making sticky sounds when people stepped on them.

"Li! Miao!" Mao Yingxia said with gritted teeth.

Li Miao sensed the murderous intent, turned around, and met Mao Yingxia's eyes.

Without saying a word, Li Miao moved his feet and suddenly flashed more than ten feet away, and the distance between him and Mao Yingxia suddenly shortened.

Mao Yingxia knew that she was no match for her opponent, so she stepped forward and floated away.

One was chasing and the other was fleeing, and the Ming Cult disciples from all around kept surrounding them.

Li Miao just chased Mao Yingxia in a straight line.

Moving the perspective upwards, the vast wilderness is dotted with people, like a colony of ants.

And in the middle of the ant colony, a blood-red horizontal line is constantly extending.

Just like a child playing, using a paintbrush to draw a straight line in the middle of the insect.

Use the ground as the cloth and blood as the paint.

Li Miao did not look around, but his ear skills had already transmitted the information around him.

One punch, piercing the chest.

With one palm, the flesh is torn apart.

The sharp sword flew backwards and cut the human body apart.

The spear shot straight into the crowd, impaling those who were still alive on the ground, causing them to struggle and wail.

This place is like purgatory.

The distance between Mao Yingxia and Li Miao is getting shorter and shorter.

Gradually, the speed at which the Ming Cult disciples surged forward slowed down.

They are afraid.

The so-called fearlessness of death is just a false illusion, like a soap bubble, which will burst at the first poke. Most people's "fearlessness of death" is actually just a careless and frivolous attitude towards things they do not understand.

Only when death is truly upon you will you truly feel the fear that penetrates your bones.

They are used to the death of others, so they arrogantly think that life and death are nothing more than this.

But at this moment, in front of Li Miao, "death" is no longer an abstract concept.

Death is not the tranquility where everything is empty.

Death is not a result, but a painful process.

"Death" is broken limbs and uncontrollable wailing; it is dry eyeballs with flies crawling on them; it is unwilling struggle and the coldness sweeping across the body;
It is the flowing internal organs, the iron objects inserted into the body, the splattering blood and flesh, and the disgusting stench.

Faced with such a concrete and intense death, they began to hesitate and retreat.

So Li Miao sped up again.

Mao Yingxia listened to the screams approaching from behind, sweat oozing from her forehead, and ran as fast as she could.

"How could it be! How could it be!"

"'King Kong' and 'Jie Zi'! How could he have mastered two paths that were above the top? How could he have survived after mastering them?"

"No, no, it's almost there! It's almost there!"

Finally, a look of joy appeared on Mao Yingxia's face.

"Rustle, rustle, rustle, rustle..." The obscure formula came out of her mouth again.

(End of this chapter)