From the Valkyrie to the Endless

She cherishes her life, but she also knows the importance of repaying kindness.

"No need to say these things, just take care of yourself."

Yu Zhen shook his head, hesitated for a moment, and said:

"The other day, several officials from the Ministry of Justice came to entertain us. I overheard a few words from their conversation. Most of General Shen's former subordinates were exiled to the northern part of the Desolate Continent. If you have nowhere to go, you can go to the Desolate Continent to look for opportunities. Perhaps you can gain something."

Deserted Island...

Shen Qing's eyes moved, and she forgot what she had heard. She didn't want to get involved with those old subordinates of Shen Lie. Not only was there no benefit, but it also added risks.

Her previous life swallowed the heartbreak grass and died in the heavenly prison. Now she is moving around in the world using a corpse, and there is no entanglement between her and Shen Lie.

At most, she owed the Shen family a corpse. If she had the chance, she could pay back a hundred corpses and the debt would be settled.

After packing everything up, Shen Qing picked up the wooden box and prepared to leave, but was stopped by Yu Zhen:

"Where is Zhao Nuo's identity token?"

Shen Qing was slightly stunned, took out the iron plate representing his identity as the deputy envoy of the Jiaofangsi, and handed it over.

"With this token, I can send someone to prepare a carriage for you so that you can avoid being seen by many people. In the past, Zhao Nuo often arranged for people to do these trivial tasks, and no one would suspect anything."

Yu Zhen took it in one hand and nodded, saying, "Once you are out of the imperial capital, you can find a chance to abandon the car and escape, and you will be safe and sound."

"Sister, you are very thoughtful." Shen Qing bowed and thanked her.

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In a blink of an eye, it was almost dusk, the setting sun was going west, casting a colorful light on the buildings and palaces.

In the backyard of the Jiaofangsi, in front of a side door.

"Take these with you."

Yu Zhen took out a few banknotes and a brocade bag containing some gold and silver from her bosom and stuffed them into Shen Qing's hands. Without waiting for Shen Qing to refuse, she spoke first:

"One penny can break a man's back, but ten thousand taels of gold can get you to the gods and ghosts. If you don't have money with you, you can't move forward. Just take it. I won't need it in this music bureau."

Official prostitutes were criminals and had to hand over all their income. It was obvious that Yu Zhen had barely saved up all this money with great effort over several years.

Seeing Shen Qing hesitating, Yu Zhen smiled and said:

"I'll wait for you to come back."

Hearing this, Shen Qing no longer hesitated. Holding the wooden box containing Zhao Nuo's body, he turned around and opened the side door.

A dozen steps away, a carriage was parked quietly. The driver, wearing a straw hat, leaned against the shaft of the carriage, and was dozing with his eyes closed. When he heard the noise, he quickly opened his eyes and saw Shen Qing with a smile on his face:

"May your Excellency be well."

Shen Qing got into the car without saying a word.

The driver dared not say anything more. He climbed onto the carriage and urged the horse forward.

Shen Qing sat in the car, and after calming down for a while, he lifted the rear curtain and looked back.

In the twilight, the gate and walls of the Jiaofangsi were very high, blocking the setting sun, not letting in any sunlight, and there was a hint of coldness.

Several colorful lights have been lit on the tall buildings. Yu Zhen stands alone among the dim lights, watching her go away. Faint melodious piano sounds can be heard in the air, but are soon drowned out by the silhouette torn apart by the setting sun.

The carriage went farther and farther away, and soon merged into the afterglow of the sun, leaving no trace of it.

Thanks to Riding a Pig to Play with Diao Chan, Looking into the Broken Heart in the Sky, Book Friend 202203..., Sword Hidden in the Mountains, Recalling the Past Time Flies Like a Shuttle, Black Fog in the Mountains, It's Just a Dream After All, Frozen Ape, If You See the Prosperity for the First Time, Book Friend 20190726..., Crucian Carp from the Abyss, Don't Reject Romance, Jade Flute Fairy, Ice Heart and Cold Moon, Thousand Mountains and Thousand Emperors, and Tan Shangzhou for their rewards.

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Chapter 7 Human Demon

The imperial capital of Daxia, named Shengyang City, covers a vast area of ​​more than twenty miles long and wide, with a population of several million.

The Jiaofangsi is closest to the south of the city and quite far from the imperial palace. The adjacent market towns are mostly brothels, restaurants and taverns, and the people who come and go are a mixed bunch, from all walks of life.

As evening approached, the flow of people here became even more turbulent. Young men in brocade robes accompanied by their servants could be seen everywhere, coming and going with a large crowd of people following them, making a huge scene.

Today, the world is at peace, and Great Xia is powerful throughout the world. People all say that this is a rare prosperous era. This can be vaguely seen from the prosperous scene in the imperial capital.

Shen Qing lifted a corner of the curtain, took a few glances, and always felt that something was wrong.

After watching for a while, she suddenly realized that in such a bustling downtown, there were no people walking around with swords or knives.

Occasionally, there were a few people who exhaled long and strong breaths, and they also came from those young men in brocade robes. The number of people who practiced martial arts was frighteningly small.

Since there are powerful people like martial arts grand masters in the world, people who practice martial arts should be everywhere. It is obviously not normal as it is now.

After lowering the car curtain, Shen Qing searched his memory for a long time before finally finding some clues.

Fourteen years ago, a "human demon" suddenly appeared in the southern part of Qianzhou and killed more than 100,000 people of Daxia. The Divine Constables came out in full force to hunt down the human demon.

In this battle, more than thirty innate martial artists died, several martial arts masters were killed, and the martial arts grandmaster 'Yunhe' suffered severe damage. He lingered on for several years, but died of his injuries.

According to legend, this human-demon was originally an old martial arts veteran who went astray in his practice and became possessed, thus becoming mentally disturbed and starting a killing spree.

After being possessed by the devil, this man called himself "True Lord Demon Slayer" and enjoyed chopping off people's heads. Wherever he went, he beheaded them. His methods were so brutal that they shocked the world.

Since that year, the imperial court issued a ban on weapons, and subsequently sent large armies to invade the country, incorporating or wiping out many martial arts sects, destroying eight out of ten of the world's elite martial artists.

Most people in the world support the court's move. After all, the existence of human demons is too terrifying, and no one wants to see a second human demon appear in the world.

After sorting out his thoughts, Shen Qing reviewed some memories that he had not yet had time to fully digest, and then began to close his eyes and rest.

After a cup of tea, the carriage shook slightly and slowly stopped.

Shen Qing lifted the curtain and took a look. Outside the car was the South Gate of the Imperial Capital. The vermilion lacquered gate, which was more than fifty meters tall, was extremely eye-catching.

A young soldier in black armor stepped forward and extended his hand toward Shen Qing.

"Please show your token, sir, and get off the car for a while while we conduct a routine search."

There are strict regulations for entering and leaving the imperial capital, and vehicle frames must be searched to prevent the smuggling of prohibited items.

Shen Qing got out of the car and handed over the token.

The soldier took the token and was slightly stunned when he saw Shen Qing's hand.

The hand that handed over the token had fingers as scallion-like and as if carved from ivory. They were slender, white, and shiny, and could not be associated with the face in front of him at all.

Noticing the strange look on the soldier's face, Shen Qing reacted and calmly put his hands into his sleeves, feeling a little depressed.

After all, it was my first time to disguise myself, so it was inevitable that there would be some mistakes and omissions in the details. I was too careless.

The soldier quickly came to his senses and didn't think much about it. After looking at the token twice, he returned it.

"It turns out to be Lord Zhao. Please wait a moment, Lord."

After saying that, he turned around and hurried to the city wall, carefully nudged the figure hiding in the corner, and whispered:

"Lao Tang, Lao Tang! The deputy envoy of the Music Bureau, Lord Zhao Nuo wants to leave the city."

"I can't even count the number of sixth-rank officials who pass through this door every day. What's the big deal?"

The soldier, who was nearly fifty years old, muttered something, slowly opened his eyes, yawned, slowly stood up, walked to the carriage, casually looked through a few corners, and waved his hand:

"Let go."

"Old Tang, isn't this against the rules?"

Seeing his perfunctory attitude, the young soldier was a little confused for a moment:

"I just received an order from the higher-ups. The remnants of Shen's party have been causing trouble in the imperial city these past two days. To prevent any insiders from leaking information and colluding with the outside world, everyone entering and leaving the palace must be carefully searched, and their bodies must be searched to prevent them from carrying any messages..."

"You are blind. Lord Zhao is a person of such status. How can he do such a thing?"

Lao Tang suddenly opened his eyes wide and shouted angrily, scaring the young soldier so much that he shrank his neck and dared not speak again.

"Let go!"

The barricades blocking the road were quickly removed and the city gate was opened.

Shen Qing breathed a sigh of relief, got into the car without saying a word, and slowly drove out of the city.

"Damn, it's so comfortable to work in the Jiaofang Bureau. I'm afraid he just climbed out of some girl's bed."

Watching the carriage go away, Lao Tang couldn't help but spit, with envy mixed with a bit of jealousy. The scent of a girl on Zhao Nuo was so strong that it was unbearable.

The young soldier at the side was a little confused: "Old Tang, what do you mean? Are you just going to let him go like this?"

Lao Tang has been guarding the south gate of the imperial capital for more than twenty years. He is experienced and has always abided by the rules. What happened today was too abnormal.

"This Zhao Nuo is the nephew of the Longwu General Zhao Sheng. Who is Zhao Sheng? With the help of the Prime Minister, he will most likely be the next Grand Marshal."

Lao Tang shook his head and began to share his past experience:

"This kid left the city at night. He probably had some 'private business' to do. If you question him too much and annoy him, you will end up like me, guarding the gate for the rest of your life."

"I see……"

The young soldier nodded suddenly, and sighed: "The Jiaofangsi is really a wonderful place. This Lord Zhao must have never touched women's water. His hands are more beautiful than my wife's, like jade carvings."

Hearing this, Lao Tang was startled and turned around to look at the city gate that was beginning to close. There was no trace of the carriage on the official road outside the city.

How could a person who practices martial arts never have to deal with martial arts? Zhao Nuo was a martial arts genius famous in the imperial capital when he was young. He practiced palm skills, so his hands must be covered with calluses.

Jiaofangsi... Nv'erxiang... Ten fingers don't touch the water... The remnants of Shen's party... Shen Qing...

The more he thought about it, the more cold sweat broke out on Lao Tang's back. The relaxed look on his face disappeared and his face turned pale.

"What's wrong, Old Tang?"

Noticing that his expression was different, the young soldier was a little confused.

Old Tang came back to his senses, his expression solemn, and said in a deep voice: "Don't ask anything, go guard the door!"

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More than forty miles outside the imperial capital.

At the top of the cliff, Shen Qing tore off the human skin mask on his face, and threw the wooden box in his hand, along with the token symbolizing his identity as the deputy envoy of the Music Bureau, off the cliff.

The news of Zhao Nuo leaving the city cannot be concealed for long, and the news of her disappearance will soon spread, so this identity is no longer useful.