The court lackeys of the eight-hour workday

Chapter 146: All kinds of weapons, this is poisoned lime powder
An Ziyang carefully went down the secret passage and walked slowly forward, sticking to the wall.

There was no fire in the secret passage, and he could not see his hand in front of him. He did not dare to light it, so he could only grope his way forward.

His feet never left the ground, sliding along the surface to guard against traps.

Suddenly, he felt his toes touching something.

An Ziyang squatted down and swept the ground with his scabbard.

Ding, ding, ding.

A subtle iron sound.

An Ziyang swept those things to the wall, held the sword in his left hand and touched the wall with his right hand, sandwiched those iron tools in the middle, felt the size and shape, and cursed in his heart.

"Damn you, caltrops! If you step on them, you're done for."

"I don't know if it's poisoned... Don't touch it."

An Ziyang squatted down carefully and swept the ground with his scabbard, moving forward as he swept.

After walking a distance of more than ten feet, the scabbard no longer felt any contact with objects. An Ziyang was still worried, so he took off his belt and tied it to the scabbard, sweeping the ground as he walked.

After walking another ten feet, An Ziyang touched the door at the end of the secret passage.

A faint glow of fire could be seen through the crack in the door.

Instead of opening the door, he took out a hairpin from his bosom.

Actually, this was a gift he bought to give to the disguised top member of the Ming Cult. He kept it in his arms before giving it to her.

An Ziyang inserted the hairpin into the crack of the door and slid it down slowly.

Sure enough, he touched a silk thread.

"There is a mechanism behind the door."

An Ziyang sighed softly.

Since going underground fifteen years ago, the Ming Cult has become accustomed to doing things in secret. Sure enough, they would take precautions in advance.

If he destroyed the mechanism, he would definitely alert the Ming Cult inside. But if he didn't destroy the mechanism, he would not be able to enter the door.

His mind raced as An Ziyang clenched his fists.

"We can't delay any longer. We have no choice but to take a risk."

He stood up straight, straightened his clothes, messed up his hair, and cut his arm with his sword, smearing some blood on his face. He took out a small bag from his bosom, held it in his hand, and took out a pill and swallowed it.

After making these preparations, An Ziyang cleared his throat, his face suddenly became flustered, his voice trembled, and he knocked on the door violently.

"Someone! Someone!"

"Something bad has happened! That guy is coming to kill us!"

Suddenly, there was a burst of voices from inside the door, but they were just rustling and An Ziyang couldn't hear clearly.

Then I heard footsteps coming from behind the door.

"Who?"

"What time is it? You are still testing me! The disciples in our banner do not know each other's identities. Did I tell you that you know each other?!"

An Ziyang's voice trembled, but his hand was firmly on the hilt of the sword.

He also knew something about the Ming Cult. In the past, when Jianghu people or Jinyiwei captured disciples of the Thick Earth Banner, they did not know the identities of the other disciples. Although he was not sure whether these people in the sect were applicable to this situation, he could only take a gamble at this time.

Fortunately, the person inside the door did not refute. He was silent for a moment and then asked.

"What's the matter?"

"What's the matter!?"

An Ziyang said anxiously.

"Didn't you hear the noise up there?"

"That murderer is here to attack! I've received orders and am here to evacuate with you!"

"Unlock the mechanism and let me in to talk!"

He didn't know who Li Miao was, but judging from the reaction of the man pretending to be his father and Li Miao's words, the people of Mingjiao should all know who Li Miao was. So he just used "that murderer" to refer to him.

The man was silent for a while, then actually untied the mechanism and opened the door.

An Ziyang walked in quickly, glanced around, and felt secretly happy.

"There are only four of us. There's drama."

The Ming Cult member who opened the door glanced at him, but frowned and stared at An Ziyang.

"You are An Ziyang."

"Shit!"

An Ziyang cursed angrily.

"You know how we got the An family. If we weren't there to play tricks on you, how could you still be here?"

"An Ziyang is dead. I slept with him for half a month and I have figured out his habits. He is useless!"

Without waiting for the man to answer, An Ziyang continued to speak anxiously.

"There's no time to argue with you now. Pack your things, kill everyone, and leave!"

"You couldn't hear the noise up there, right? An Wenjie's face didn't fool that guy, the fight has already started! Ninety percent of the people up there are dead, and they can't hold on any longer!"

"Let's go, let's go now. The people from the An family have seen our faces, we can't let them live! Kill them and leave!" He spoke more and more urgently. These people looked at each other and showed a trace of panic.

An Ziyang didn't know who Li Miao was or what he had done, but they knew it very well.

The leader is gone, and no one here can survive Li Miao.

Although they are all loyal to the Ming Cult, who would want to die if they can avoid it?

However, just as they were in a panic, they did not notice that An Ziyang was quietly moving and standing among the group of people.

Suddenly, one of them was startled and was about to look up at An Ziyang.

"No! You—"

Uh-huh! ——

Before he could finish his words, An Ziyang raised his hand and flicked it, and white powder burst out all over the sky, reaching the faces of several people in an instant.

"!!!"

"poison!"

Several people immediately raised their hands to cover their mouths and noses, but they didn't expect the powder to reach their eyes. Suddenly, their eyes felt a burning pain.

"Lime powder!"

one person exclaimed.

They didn't expect that An Ziyang, the dignified "Master Lingxu", would actually use such despicable tricks of a street thug!
And they actually fell for it!

Several people drew their weapons and waved them around, trying to block An Ziyang's attack. At the same time, they listened to the noises around them. If anyone screamed, they would attack the place where the sound came from.

Even if An Ziyang killed one of them, the three of them working together could block An Ziyang's space to move even without sight.

The four of them waved their weapons in the dust for a while, but they never waited for An Ziyang's attack.

After a while, the lime powder gradually dissipated. Several people spat and wiped their eyes, trying to glance around with blurry vision.

"What about people?"

"Oh no! He went to rescue the An family!"

"Chase!"

Several people reacted quickly and ran towards a secret passage together.

"cough."

Just as they opened the door and were about to enter the secret passage, a cough was heard behind them.

"Thank you very much, I know where my father is imprisoned."

The four of them turned around suddenly, only to see An Ziyang flashing out from a corner of the wall, looking at them leisurely with a smile on his face.

"You! You cheated us!"

One person shouted angrily.

"What if you cheated it out?"

One person sneered.

"You are just a second-rate person, and you still think you can kill the four of us and then save your father?"

A man slowly walked towards An Ziyang and surrounded him.

"Oh yes, I do think so."

"Besides, don't you feel anything wrong?"

An Ziyang was not at all flustered and smiled gently.

Several people were shocked and immediately checked their internal meridians.

The series of events just now happened too quickly, and several people's minds were distracted by An Ziyang and they didn't notice.

When they checked, their expressions changed immediately.

"How is it? Do you feel the pain in your shit eyes?"

An Ziyang laughed loudly.

"Is your heartbeat slowing down, your hands and feet feeling cold, a rusty taste in your mouth, and your circulation starting to stagnate?"

"you you!"

One of them pointed at An Ziyang, and before he could finish his words, blood flowed out of his mouth.

"Half lime powder, half Tang Sect's secret poison. This small package costs three hundred taels of silver. Young Master, I never leave it. Without the antidote, you will die in a few breaths."

"When I sprinkle something, your first reaction will definitely be poison. Cover your mouth and nose, and your eyes will eat lime powder."

“After you know it’s lime powder, if you take off your sleeves, you’ll have to eat Tangmen Dan poison.”

"Young Master, I have been traveling the world since I was twelve years old. Now I have money and free time. How can I not have the means to deal with you poor guys?"

Before An Ziyang could finish his words, several people fell to the ground with a bang, twitched a few times, and then lost their voices.

An Ziyang breathed a sigh of relief, stepped forward and struck another blow with his sword, then quickly walked towards the secret passage that the men were rushing towards.

"Father, I'm coming!"

(End of this chapter)