The court lackeys of the eight-hour workday

Chapter 93 Seven Ghosts of Meishan
When Yongjie didn't respond after he shouted, Li Miao's eyes had already swept over lightly.

This murderer who doesn't take human life seriously calls a Shaolin monk from the Yong generation "big brother"?

That's quite something to see.

Li Miao looked at Yongjie, and Yongjie also noticed his gaze.

He pulled the corner of his mouth and said to Li Miao expressionlessly: "Donor Li... Wait for me to deal with it."

"Master, go away. I won't say anything."

After saying that, Li Miao picked up a pot of wine, held a plate of peanuts, and walked to the table next to him.

While cracking peanuts, he looked at Yongjie and his gang with interest.

The man ignored Li Miao and quickly walked to Yongjie, looking happy: "Brother... you are still alive!"

"Why didn't you come to look for us? We lost contact with you that year and searched for you for a long time, but we thought you were dead!"

"Ugh……"

Yongjie sighed, clasped his hands together, and bowed to the man.

"Donor, I am already a monk. I have severed all worldly ties and have let go of all my gold. I have let go of all the things of the past."

"I only hope that the donors will not commit murder again and accumulate virtue for future generations."

"Become a monk?!" The man looked unconvinced after hearing this.

"Brother, are you eyeing the money from the incense offerings at some temple? You and I are brothers, why do you have to act like this? Just say a word and we'll go together no matter what!"

Yongjie shook his head: "I have really become a monk, this is not a joke. I am paying off the karma I owed in the past, I hope you won't mention it again."

The man looked Yongjie up and down as if he was serious, but sneered.

"Brother, are you really a monk?"

"Which temple would dare to accept you as an initiator?"

"Shaolin." Yongjie said.

The man's face suddenly turned red, and bloodshot eyes appeared: "Shaolin!?"

"Brother, don't joke!"

"So many of our brothers died at the hands of that old bald donkey Xingchi! It would have been fine if you couldn't kill him, but you still want to become a monk in Shaolin!?"

Yongjie shook his head: "The monk is not joking."

"Master Xingchi, the host, is my master."

"What!?"

The four or five people shouted in surprise in unison.

After hearing this, the man holding the knife clenched his hands on the handle of the knife again and again, staring into Yongjie's eyes.

"Brother...are you serious?"

Yongjie closed his eyes: "Yes."

"Did you really take that old man as your master?"

"Yes."

"You really entered Shaolin?"

"Yes."

"You, are you really not going to avenge your brothers?"

"……Yes."

"it is good!"

The man slashed at Yongjie's neck with a knife. The blade cut through the skin and a trickle of blood flowed down the blade.

He stopped.

"Brother, you are crazy."

Yongjie had no intention of dodging, but just shook his head, which forced the man to move the knife further away.

"The monk just saw it clearly."

"The sins committed in the past will be repaid by the monk until death."

"I just hope the donor can come back soon."

After hearing Yongjie's words, the man became furious.

"Return, return shit, how many lives do you have to return!" "Once you enter the martial arts world, life and death are the boundaries!"

"You are the one who told me this truth. People in the underworld are always thinking about paying off their debts. How can they live like this?!"

"You must have been tortured to death by that old bald ass!"

He cursed for a long time and stopped panting.

"Good, good, good."

"You don't care about brotherhood, so I don't care about you anymore! You think you can wash away the blood on your body by eating vegetarian food and chanting Buddhist scriptures, but it's too late!"

"Let's go!"

After saying that, he turned around and was about to leave without looking at Yongjie again.

As soon as my hand touched the door.

"what!"

Blood splattered everywhere!

The long knife fell to the ground with a clanging sound. The man covered his right hand and blood gushed out from between his fingers.

"Who!? How can you be considered a hero if you stab someone in the back?!"

He shouted, his eyes sweeping over everyone in the room.

After a while, his eyes were fixed on Li Miao, who was leaning on the table and throwing peanuts into his mouth.

"It's you!? Why did you hurt someone!?"

He shouted, and the people behind him drew their weapons in unison and surrounded him.

At this time, Li Miao said calmly: "Master, is it okay for me to kill these people you know?"

Yongjie looked at Li Miao, sighed, but did not answer.

After hearing what Li Miao said, the man sneered, "What a big tone!"

"Have you never heard of our name 'Meishan Seven Ghosts'? You attacked me secretly and hurt me, so you think you can beat us together!?"

Li Miao raised his eyebrows: "'Meishan Seven Ghosts'... Oh, you guys?"

"Seeing that there are only five of you, I didn't think of going there for a while."

Li Miao had been in Shuntian Prefecture for twenty years, and had been dealing with paperwork most of the time. He would only get up and move when Zhu Zai gave him an errand.

Of course, "handling documents" meant sitting next to Wang Hai with his legs on the table, snacks in his hands, supervising Wang Hai's work while casually pulling out various Jinyiwei files to read as storybooks.

He is definitely not systematic in his random viewing, and whether he has seen it or not is just a matter of luck.

Coincidentally, he had actually seen the "Seven Ghosts of Meishan".

Seven or eight years ago, he wiped out an entire martial arts family. Later, he was wanted by the Royal Guards and committed many evil deeds on the way to escape.

His martial arts skills were not that high, and he was able to survive until now, all thanks to a set of ingenious combined attack formations that he got from nowhere. With seven people forming a formation, two or three ordinary first-class masters really couldn't defeat them.

Every sect lacks top-notch masters, even the Jinyiwei. For example, the Huashan Sword Sect only has three or four top-notch masters.

These people are also very sensible. They will not touch any force that they cannot afford to offend. Naturally, no big force is willing to sacrifice a few top-notch masters who are like pillars of the organization to fight with them just for the reputation of being chivalrous.

Over time, these people became famous in the world.

That's why they are so careless about human life and so arrogant. Because there are really not many people and forces who can afford to cause trouble for them.

When that person heard Li Miao say this, his face turned extremely ugly.

The Meishan Seven Ghosts were indeed seven people. Two of them were missing because they ran into the Jinyiwei a few days ago and lost two lives.

If it were any ordinary Jinyiwei, they really wouldn't be able to take down the seven of them. It was also their bad luck that they ran into Bu Lei, the Jinyiwei's Northern Pacification Division's Pacification Envoy, who was away on official business.

After finally escaping with his life, Li Miao pointed out his sad story. He was already furious because of Yongjie's matter, and now he couldn't hold back his temper any more.

"Take your life!"

With a loud shout, he drew his sword and rushed towards Li Miao.

Bang! !

With a crisp sound, blood and flesh fell.

"What a sin, what a sin..." Yongjie clasped his hands together and muttered to himself.

Li Miao put two fingers together and moved to the next head.

Bang! !

(End of this chapter)