"Save , save ..."
As the tumor grew under his skin, the pain slightly subsided.
Zhou Mingyuan, the Vice Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, was full of fear, struggling to walk towards Luo Mingzi and the others.
But after just a few steps, he felt his strength dissipate like a flood, and his consciousness beca increasingly blurred.
In a daze, mories from the past kept flashing through his mind.
Born into poverty, his entire family supported him to study...
He was gifted and received the favor of a great Confucian scholar, entering his tutelage and becoming the third place scholar in the Capital, full of ambition...
He vowed to be a renowned official and refused to join others in corruption, leading to his being sent to a remote county...
Unwilling to be ignored, he began to learn the ways of maneuvering...
He was promoted from County Magistrate, with a future without limits, bound to enter the cabinet...
He ate the "Flat Peach" not to regain youth, but to leverage the power of the circle. Thus, when the Prince Ying Mansion convened the "Pantao Conference" and all mbers gathered for the first ti, he was the first to eagerly rush there...
Ultimately, his mory froze in front of the earthen house with wooden windows of his old ho.
That year, he gazed at the bright moon, his eyes clear, reciting the worries of the world before one's own.
All his life, what had he done...
Zhou Mingyuan's mory before his death was unknown to others.
In the eyes of the crowd, they only saw the large tumor on his abdon suddenly burst, his bumpy organs spewing out with pus and filthy blood, and then a gust of Yin Wind arose, accompanied by the cries of children, small black handprints appearing all over his skin...
Unfortunately, he was not the only one.
The wife of the Salt Transport Envoy, Madam Lin, scread and scratched at her neck, rotten at festered under her fair skin, rapidly covering half her face.
"It's all your fault, all your fault!"
She staggered towards the old Princess Consort, hugging and rolling together, the candelabra fell, the embroidered luxurious clothes "whoosh" caught fire, and the two turned into a rolling fireball wailing.
As for the bloated Marquis Anping, Xiao Jinghuan, he was directly pained to death alive.
Seeing all this, Luo Mingzi and the others felt a chill in their hearts.
"Everyone, save people quickly, we need them alive!"
Luo Mingzi hastily instructed the Daoists of the Law Enforcent Hall, while he ran outside.
These noble mbers of the "Pantao Conference" certainly deserved death.
But with people dead, intelligence could not be lost.
Moreover, judging by the scene, soone intended to silence them!
Luo Mingzi dashed out of the hall with his sword, looking around the sky.
But at this mont, under the bright moonlit night sky, with clouds like gauze, no one could be seen playing a flute.
Escape Technique!
Luo Mingzi imdiately made a judgnt, forming a hand seal with his left hand, his thumb pressing against the base of his ring finger, the other three fingers upright, while his right hand took out a peach charm engraved with "Imperial Decree Breaking Escape" from his waist and tossed it forcefully into the sky, simultaneously chanting, "Tian Peng, Tian Peng, Nine Elents Demon Boy. Five-Ding Captain, Sharp Clarion Northern Elder. Seven Planets Eight Spirits, Supre Brightness Ruthless. Long-Skulled Giant Beast, Holding the Emperor Bell. Plain Owl Three Deities, Strictly Commanding Kui Dragon. Mighty Sword Divine King, Sever Evil and Erase Traces!"
The hand seal he ford was called the Tian Peng Seal.
This thod, titled "Shangqing Tian Peng Demonic Subjugation Great Law," was a secret of the Northern Song Shenxiao Sect, specifically breaking evil escape and Yin escape techniques.
Luo Mingzi's journey to the Capital, though exhausting, led to his breakthrough to the Fifth Layer of Dao in two years of training.
Such Secret Techniques were also learned in the Capital.
Bang!
As soon as the spell was chanted, the peach charm exploded mid-air.
A massive plu of dust dispersed with a violent wind, tracing a andering path through the sky.
Following the route, the other party appeared from the side courtyard of the Prince Mansion, landing above the main hall.
With a clang, Luo Mingzi drew his Magic Sword, exerted force with his feet, his Daoist robe fluttering, leaping several tis to the top of the main hall.
His subordinates coordinated seamlessly.
The yellow-robed Daoists ford arrays and prepared temples to restrain the opponent's spells.
anwhile, the sharpshooters of the Captain Bureau swiftly leapt onto the distant high walls, readying their Divine Fire Guns.
However, when Luo Mingzi reached the top of the main hall, it was already empty.
Luo Mingzi's expression was serious as he looked into the distance, while waving his hand.
The two night owls trained by the Captain Bureau imdiately took to the sky.
Although these two night owls were not as good as Lv San's Li Dong, they possessed considerable spirituality, especially excelling in night reconnaissance.
Yet Luo Mingzi held no hope.
The reason was simple; the opponent silently hid above the main hall, unnoticed by so many people, even if using an Escape Technique, indicating the opponent's Dao far exceeded theirs.
Could it be the mysterious Zhao Qingxu?
At this mont, the Prince Mansion was in chaos.
The wonfolk were in disarray.
The arrogant Ninth Miss, with disheveled hairpins, was lifting her skirt to flee towards the inner courtyard, her face full of panic, yet unaware of the resentful look from her personal maid, who frequently suffered her beatings and scolding, pushing her forcefully from behind.
The Ninth Miss fell to the ground, her golden thread shoes flying far away, her face covered in bloodstains, wailing loudly...
The third concubine crazily ran, holding a jewelry box, with pearls and jade scattered all over, robbed by Jianghu people within the mansion, and even received a casual knife blow.
A few young maids trembled behind a rockery, watching a guard's chest being blasted open by firearms with wide eyes.
The Prince Ying Mansion, operating for many years, naturally had loyal servants and guards.
They grasped weapons, shielding their master, but in the face of the ferocious Captain Bureau, their only fate was death.
So areas of the hall were already on fire, smoke billowing, adding to the chaos.
Fortunately, the Captain Bureau sent elites and quickly gained control of the situation.
So Jianghu people and Prince Mansion Guards, panicking and fleeing the mansion, were captured by the Captain Bureau experts surrounding them.
"Pah! Still trying to run!"
Sha Lifei ca from the back courtyard, pushing a person harshly to the ground.
The person, dressed as a scholar, stung by Poison Bees, had a swollen face and was none other than Yu Wenhai, the one fleeing to the back courtyard.
"Is it Yu Wenhai?"
Upon confirmation, Luo Mingzi's face was imdiately filled with joy.
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