The court lackeys of the eight-hour workday

Chapter 105 Fake Corpse
Lao Qifeng's voice was low and echoed in the alley.

Everyone felt a chill down their spine.

The Miao region is far from the Central Plains, and has had different customs from the Central Plains since ancient times. They are only vassal states in Dashuo, and do not live together with the Han people. There is little communication and trade between them on weekdays.

Moreover, after the incident fifteen years ago, Miaojiang has almost become a restricted area. If you enter without reason, you may be killed by witchcraft, or the Jinyiwei will come to interrogate you in a few days.

Therefore, even though everyone present was in the southern martial arts world, and many of them were in Huguang, not far from Miaojiang, they actually knew very little about Miaojiang and the Miao people.

The less you understand, the more you will imagine.

After a while, the leader of the Qingcheng Sect spoke up: "Master Lao, are you worrying too much?"

"We also have animal sacrifices in the Central Plains. But human sacrifices don't necessarily occur."

Lao Qifeng sighed, "Well, I guess I'm just worrying too much. It's just that witchcraft is prevalent in Miaojiang. It's bloody and weird, and the proportion of blood, flesh, and living sacrifices in it is not low. It's not uncommon for witchcraft to appear in the tomb of the Miao King."

"Anyway, there is only one way to go. We will know the result later."

The crowd had no other way to go, so they had to bite the bullet, light torches, be on guard secretly, and move forward cautiously.

Li Miao and three others were still following at the end.

The crowd walked forward about a hundred or two hundred meters and then stopped.

Lao Qifeng's conjecture was confirmed.

Human skeletons appeared on the walls on both sides.

Those skeletons were not even scattered, but complete ones, each with its own movements. Some of the skeletons even had hand bones sticking out of the wall, revealing a few knuckles.

It was as if he was cast into the wall while still alive. He barely managed to stretch out a hand, but was suffocated to death inside.

No one speaks.

Jianghu masters are not afraid of blood or swords, but when they encounter this situation, they can't help but feel a chill in their hearts.

After a while, someone walked forward.

Everyone followed in silence, and as they walked a little further, they felt increasingly depressed.

The bones on the wall are distributed at a fixed distance, about two or three meters. These bones correspond to the size of the animals, and are arranged from small to large, so Lao Qifeng can make the judgment that "there may be human bones behind".

According to previous rules, after human bones, the next bones should be the bones of larger livestock such as cattle and horses.

but not.

Behind the human skeleton are skeletons that were pieced together, with sheep heads and human bodies, human bodies and sheep hooves, and human heads and sheep horns.

They all had hideous appearances, as if they were living creatures, with limbs extending out from the wall, as if they wanted to grab everyone's sleeves and drag them into the wall.

Lao Qifeng was silent for a while, then smiled bitterly and said, "I guessed wrong."

"From what I've seen, the bones at the back are probably a mixture of humans and other animals."

"Human-sheep, human-pig, human-dog, human-chicken, human-rat..."

"From the stone wall to here, it's from small to big, and going forward it should be from big to small. When we reach the place where the bones of humans and mice are mixed together, we should have reached the end of this road."

No one responded to him, and even Lao Qifeng was just using the conversation to vent his inner emotions.

As they moved forward, they found that the condition of the two walls was exactly as Lao Qifeng had guessed.

All those present were martial arts masters, and at worst, they were second-rate. At this moment, they subconsciously quickened their pace, and in a moment they reached the end of the road.

What comes into view is a double-opening stone door with no mechanisms around it.

Lao Qifeng watched for a while, then turned to look at Li Miao, who had been following leisurely behind and chatting and laughing with Yongjie and Yin Minjun from time to time.

"Master Li, can you please come and see what mechanism this is and whether it can be opened?"

Li Miao heard him calling out, but smiled: "Boss Lao, there is no mechanism, it's just a stone door that can be pushed open at will."

"The alley is narrow, I won't squeeze through, just push it open." Lao Qifeng originally didn't want to open the door himself.

Judging from the situation before, this place is very weird. The first person who opens the door might run into something. That's why he wanted Li Miao to open the door under the pretext of a mechanism.

But Li Miao refused, obviously seeing through his intention.

Lao Qifeng had issued orders many times before, and had already established a dominant position among the crowd. If he did not take action at this time and forced others to open the door, he would probably lose all his efforts.

Thinking of this, Lao Qifeng gritted his teeth, started practicing horizontal exercises, and his true energy surged to his feet, ready to dodge at any time.

Then he put his hand on the stone door and began to push it with force.

Rumbling--

The stone door made a sound and slowly opened a crack.

Apart from the stale air and dust that poured in, there was nothing else unusual.

Just when everyone breathed a sigh of relief, Lao Qifeng also felt a little relieved.

A sudden change occurred!

"ah!!--"

Suddenly, a scream was heard from the crowd!
Lao Qifeng suddenly turned around and looked in the direction where the sound came from.

I saw a Qingcheng Sect disciple lying on the ground, screaming in pain and covering his ankles with his hands.

Blue-black blood was constantly flowing out from between his fingers!
The leader of the Qingcheng Sect flashed forward and pointed a finger at the side of the disciple's neck, wanting to subdue him immediately and then check his injuries.

But who would have thought that as soon as his fingertips reached the disciple, the disciple suddenly lost his voice.

In just a moment, he lost his life!

"What's going on? Who saw it?!"

In a hurry, Lao Qifeng suddenly shouted.

He recognized this Qingcheng Sect disciple, who was the weakest in martial arts among the crowd.

However, even at his weakest, he was still a second-rate expert from a big sect! Even if he took action himself, it would take him three or five moves to take him down!

How come he just cried out in pain and struggled on the ground for a while, and in just three or four breaths, he lost his life so easily!

This Miao King's Tomb is really weird! I really should think carefully before entering!
He was stunned before the Qingcheng Sect's leader withdrew his hand.

The second-rate were the backbone of the sect. At this moment, one of them died inexplicably, right in front of him. How could he not be sad, shocked and angry?

While he was still in a daze, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

Roar! ——

click -

Snapped.

Three voices overlapped.

The leader of the Qingcheng Sect stepped back.

At that moment, the dead disciple of Qingcheng Sect suddenly sat up and opened his mouth to bite his finger!

He was not injured because someone beside him reached out and slapped his hand away, leaving the disciple's teeth empty. There was even a "click" sound of teeth colliding.

He looked up at the person who slapped his hand away, and it was Li Miao.

"Tsk, there's more."

Li Miao looked at the corpse and punched its head.

(End of this chapter)