Infinite Mask Game.

Chapter 377 Sweeping the End
After getting rid of Yan Ziqi, Gu Fuhui rushed over and just happened to see the scene of Dantalin being thrown into the idol.

Later, when they realized that Wei Miao had subdued the evil dragon, they were even more astonished.

He was travel-worn and his feelings were quite complicated.

Wei Miao replied, "Some remnants escaped, but the mastermind is dead."

Gu Fuhui: "Is it Emperor Kaihong?"

Wei Miao nodded. She had gotten the answer from the double pupils of the cross.

When the physical body died but had not yet collapsed, the illusion Lin had cast on his face failed, revealing the true appearance of that body.

Using the images conveyed by her double pupils and Pei Wenwei's own memories, she confirmed the identity of the person whose body had been possessed.

"We should go back and report." Gu Fuhui glanced warily at the little black dragon on her shoulder.

Wei Miao stood on high ground, gazing at the surroundings: "Nature."

At this moment, flames flickered throughout the capital, marking the movement of armies carrying torches.

As the turmoil subsided, the Commander-in-Chief of the Imperial Guards and the City Guards jointly swept through the capital. Wherever the sound of horses' hooves reached, the troublemakers fled in panic.

With such a large force deployed, they knew the situation was hopeless.

Most of them are petty people who take advantage of power to act aggressively; without the power of the big man, they lose their courage.

Once the slaves snapped out of their hatred, they were filled with regret, wondering why they hadn't fled faster and instead joined the rebellion.

However, with the help of many martial artists, most of the slaves were imprisoned before they could enjoy their freedom for long.

What awaited them was an even more tragic fate than before.

Many of the martial artists who raided the residences or government offices of the powerful were caught by the Imperial Secretaries and the Directorate of Astronomy.

Soon they will have the opportunity to "visit" the prison and the Fengchang prison.

Xie Zhaohui, Fu Zhouwen, and other chivalrous figures in the martial arts world were quietly observing the current situation from a corner.

When the chaos subsided and order was restored, they were no longer on the same side as the imperial court.

The court institutions performed their respective duties, and many officials went to the palace overnight to express their loyalty.

However, in the east and west districts, thick smoke and flames rose in tandem, as bright as day, and the screams from inside the mansion sounded like the wailing of ghosts.

That's the powerful who chose the wrong side and are taking their own lives.

Those in the mansion who were willing to die with him and those who were not were all struggling in the flames.

Some powerful and wealthy people, unable to bring themselves to commit suicide, wept bitterly in despair, and when confronted by the Imperial Attendant, they used their last bit of strength to resist.

For the residents of Beijing, this night is destined to be unforgettable.

The various versions of the story will be passed down through generations, leaving a significant mark on history.

Overnight, 100,000 people died from the disease.

The streets were littered with corpses, and cries of anguish filled the air.

The government troops were well-prepared and prepared for battle, and acted decisively.

Dragons soar through the sky, and gods hide in the heavens.

In the end, peace returned.

Wei Miao and Gu Fuhui returned to the city tower.

Lu Shaoqing received the news first and had already returned to the palace.

None of the court officials who had just arrived in the capital were able to see him.

He only received Wei Miao.

The emperor and his ministers talked in the study until midnight before Wei Miao returned to the Imperial Secretariat.

The little black dragon remained perched on her shoulder, and everyone who saw it wore a complicated expression.

That night, the office was brightly lit. Countless intelligence reports flooded her desk, and she had to make hundreds of decisions that would determine the fate of many people.

The senior officials, including the Attendant-in-Ordinary, stayed up all night, and many powerful figures who usually wielded considerable influence were imprisoned.

As for the cleanup on the streets, the city guards took care of that. Under the tense order of martial law, dawn finally broke in Da Rong's capital.

Three days later.

Snowflakes began to fall in the capital; winter had arrived.

The dilapidated houses and ruins on the street have not yet been rebuilt, but roads have been cleared for people to pass through. Even in the biting cold wind, workers are still working hard to repair them, creating a bustling scene.

On the ground, traces of past battles were buried under a thin layer of snow, while cart tracks and countless overlapping footprints were left on the snow.

The city is gradually recovering from its trauma, presenting a white and peaceful scene.

The grief was profound, both because of the snow and because the city was draped in white mourning clothes.

Hundreds of thousands of ordinary people died in this calamity, with the dead scattered throughout the capital, especially in the southwest corner, where the city was almost deserted.

Many warriors also died in the rebellion.

However, given the large population of the capital, it was not considered a particularly severe blow.

On the contrary, because most of the dead were poor people, there were far fewer people in the capital who needed to go hungry. Usually, they struggled to survive in the cold winter and needed relief from the Futang (charity hall).

Both the lower and upper classes suffered, while the middle-class commoners kept their doors closed that night and were the least affected group.

At this moment, many shops on the commercial street have reopened, and shouts fill the air as people come and go, dressed simply. Everything is reviving and prospering, concealing the suffering in the shadows.

There's a saying... "Hellish jokes."

In an ordinary teahouse, two figures wearing black veiled hats and brocade robes sat facing each other by the window.

Their attire wasn't out of place here, because at this time, those who had the leisure to sit in teahouses were mostly martial artists, dressed in all sorts of strange costumes.

As Wei Miao recounted her recent situation, the Five Lucky Rats smiled and said...

That night, countless martial artists were present. Despite the darkness, some of them still managed to see the face of this newly emerged, unfamiliar member of one of the Seven Sects.

This forced the Five Lucky Rats to abandon the pharmacy and find a stable new place to live.

Fortunately, He was quite interested in Wei Miao and brought her a message.

Wei Miao arranged to meet Him here today.

In the past three days, the imperial court and the martial arts world have been in chaos, and the effects of that night are continuing to unfold.

First, there's Beijing.

The imprisoned dignitaries were gradually handed over to the Ministry of Justice for trial. The Fengchang Prison had never received so many guests before, and it was overcrowded.

But raiding a house is always a pleasant thing; the property seized in a few days is equivalent to a year's worth of earnings.

The Imperial Observatory was relatively quiet, and most of the notorious martial artists were killed on the spot.

The martial artists who had come upon hearing the news fled in terror, knowing that these next few days would be a time for the imperial court to unleash its power and thoroughly investigate the entire city; those with criminal records in the court would likely not escape being dealt with.

This period marked the peak of the imperial court's prestige; the victors flaunted their power, and no one dared to provoke them.

The slave market was in complete disarray. After briefly holding his own against the seven factions, Xie Jingming fought desperately and killed the very seven factions—the true administrators of the slave market.

Later, with the help of his friends, he managed to escape from the seemingly inescapable encirclement and disappeared without a trace.

However, Xie Jingming's actions were not considered a crime by the imperial court, as the slave market was inherently a gray area. Furthermore, given his sensitive status, the court did not issue an arrest warrant for him.

The city guards captured many slaves and, after negotiating with the newly appointed administrators, ripped them off.

Liu Ruyan, Yan Ziqi, Kou Yu, and others had participated in the battle and were being hunted down by Gu Fuhui.

Lin Ming finally gave up, saying that he had "made great contributions even if he didn't achieve anything" and that his ultimate wish in life was to become a legendary hero, and begged Wei Miao to help him make a name for himself.

Wei Miao knew his player identity; his disguise level was between 30 and 40, meaning he wasn't a formidable opponent. In other words, he posed no threat to her.

Therefore, as a reward for Lin Ming's obedience, Wei Miao granted his request.

She can now influence the completion rate of main quests for mid-to-high-level players, making her a true "benefactor".

This was not a difficult task for the powerful and influential governor.

With just a slight gesture from Wei Miao, countless people were willing to do things for her. She was now widely recognized as one of the seven sects that were most untouchable, and there were plenty of people eager to curry favor with her.

With her current strength and status, unless the mission is to usurp Lu Shaoqing's position, there is really no mission that can stump her.