Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 300 Because

News of the failed coup spread throughout central Korea.

The heads of those who died in the battle were cut off and hung in the square in front of the palace, but the heroes who were not killed in the battle were neither seen alive nor found dead.

They may be being tortured by a tyrant or being tempted by beautiful women.

However, the supporters and conspirators of the coup were not worried about anything happening. They had already implemented "information isolation" and communicated with others for everything.

The minions only know how to work for money, and we don’t know their details. The high-level participants are mostly nobles, who don’t have many lists, and as Confucian scholars, they still have "integrity".

Especially the well-known Ludwig will definitely keep his mouth shut.

Even if we take a step back and say that the tyrant has tortured a large amount of confidential information out of Ludwig and is about to build a large prison, these nobles will not be afraid.

As soon as the news of the failed coup came out, they killed their contacts, burned all the letters and oaths, and burned down their secret hideouts...

Even if the tyrant found out the whole story, he would not dare to arrest people without witnesses and evidence.

You have to know that they are an aristocratic family that has accumulated power over generations. Even if they did not directly participate in the national unrest, they have the capital to stir up unrest.

And the scale of their cooperation is even greater than that of the southern rebels.

Unless the tyrant wants to see a second round of rebellion, he must investigate the human and material evidence to silence the people of the world.

Several days had passed since the coup, and the tyrant hadn't taken any action, which had completely put the nobles' minds at ease.

Perhaps the tyrant understood the "red line of power" and realized that being willful would only lead to chaos in the country, so he wanted to cut off the negative impact of the "coup" and decided to put down the rebellion in the south first.

The nobles also witnessed the tyrant's methods of suppression and knew the latter's excellent military talents, so they decided to end the matter here.

The new ruler was still more powerful when it came to raising taxes, so they accepted the defeat.

One puzzling thing is that more than a hundred bloody corpses suddenly appeared on the road between Gyeonggi and Chungcheong.

The corpse did not look like it had been torn apart by wild beasts, but rather like it had been trampled into pieces by a giant.

None of the bodies had intact faces. I guess even if their mothers were there in person, they wouldn't recognize the bodies.

The only clue is that a large number of "ellipsoid kites" once appeared at the location where these bodies were located.

Anyone with a little knowledge knows that this is a "magic weapon" brought by heavenly soldiers, and it contains some secret method.

Those who did not understand the reason simply thought that the tyrant had ascended to the throne and had fulfilled the evil wizard's request, allowing the latter to practice evil magic at the cost of human lives.

In the end, the conjectures of both sides merged with each other, and it became that the "magic weapons" of the heavenly soldiers could carry soldiers into the sky, but they needed evil magic to continuously replenish the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and mortals were the objects that stored the spiritual energy.

After all, there had never been a "big kite" that could carry people flying in the Ming Dynasty or Korea before. What else could it be if not the power of evil magic?
In the past, when the magician had sufficient spiritual power, he could propel the "ellipsoidal kite" into the sky without the blood and energy of a mortal.

However, since the master's vitality was severely damaged, and he had helped the tyrant in the palace coup a few days ago, his magic power has been almost completely lost, and he has been forced to use forbidden techniques to drain the spiritual blood of mortals...

With absurd rumors echoing in his mind, the literary nobleman surnamed Zhao sat in front of the house, looking at the overcast sky with a sad face.

Lao Zhao recently heard a rumor called "Fake Man Legend" -

Hundreds of fake people sneaked into North Korea. Some hid in the mountains and forests, some landed on the west coast of North Korea in small boats, and some fell from the sky...

No one knows where they came from or why they came.

All we know is that they look like ordinary people and can speak Chinese, Korean, and even Japanese.

If they stay with someone for a long time, they can replace that person quietly, and then use that person's connections and status to help other pseudo-people "devour" more mortals.

Unfortunately, there is currently no way to detect fake people.

Rumor has it that the fake people used to replace the friendless and marginalized refugees, but recently they have begun to replace merchants, middlemen, and even nobles at an accelerated rate...

I heard that several high-ranking officials in the royal capital were replaced, which led to the shift in royal power.

Pseudo-humans are a group of monsters that have transformed into human forms. They replace real people in order to control the country. They then keep real people as livestock for long-term hunting and enjoyment, or use real people as sacrifices to provide evil magic to set up sacrificial arrays.

Replacing Korea is not enough, the puppet people also want to turn Japan, Ming Dynasty, and even the entire world into a world of puppet people.

Thinking of this, Old Zhao couldn't help but tremble in his heart. He turned his head to examine the servants, each doing their own job, fearing that among them was the legendary fake person, waiting to replace his identity...

When he turned back to get the snacks, he suddenly saw a woman's big face. He was so scared that he dropped the pastry in his hand and couldn't help but screaming, "Ahhh!"

The maid was also startled by Lao Zhao's sudden call. She fell back in shock, and the hot teapot in her hand fell to the ground. The splashing hot water scalded the maid and made her scream.

Seeing the other person grimacing in pain, Old Zhao finally calmed down. It turned out that the maid was adding more tea for him.

Although the maid had good intentions, her master saw it as an intentional offense.

Maybe she is a fake person, trying to break through Lao Zhao's psychological defenses and replace him on a dark and windy night!

The more Old Zhao thought about it, the more he felt it made sense. He immediately stood up and yelled to the people around him, "Someone come!"

It is natural for a master to punish his slaves. Even if he accidentally beats a slave to death, he will not be severely punished according to the law.

Several loyal servants soon came over with whips.

Nobles would not punish slaves personally because the splattered blood would stain their hands and clothes.

Even if you slaughter the maid ten times, it will only be enough to pay for a set of clothes.

"Damn you bitch!"

A man grabbed the maid's ear and pushed her to the ground. The latter cried and begged for mercy from her master.

The open space in front of the noble compound was paved with gravel and dust. It was usually used to train children and grandchildren and private soldiers in close combat and archery, but now it became the best place to punish slaves.

After all, if a pool of blood is created, it can be cleaned up by simply turning over the gravel and dust a few times.

"Master, please spare my life..."

The maidservant lay on the ground humbly, not daring to look at her master even when crying.

Although her burned arm was still painful, the three whips still lashed down mercilessly, and each whip made the maid scream heartbreakingly.

The simple cloth was quickly torn apart, and blood seeped out of the dry skin, soaking the white clothes. The blood-stained rags hung in the air.

The maid instinctively struggled and twisted, trying to reduce the pain of the next whipping, but the frequency of the whip falling increased.

"Ahhhhhhhh!" The humble sound of endurance at first turned into a tragic tone, and then turned into a huge wave of sound.

Gradually, even her cries of pain became hoarse and weak.

The male and female slaves working nearby couldn't bear to watch this, so they all knelt down in front of the master and begged him to spare the maid, saying that if he continued beating her, she would be killed.

The three loyal servants who were enforcing the family rules also stopped what they were doing and waited for the next order from the master of the house.

The life and death of a slave always depends on the master's decision.

"What are you doing! You dare to offend your own master for this bitch! You are rebelling!" Old Zhao waved his hand and said coldly, "Keep beating! Don't let me hear this bitch's voice again!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the slaves begged for mercy even louder, but the master ignored them and went back to the house to read.

As for these "rebellious" slaves, they will be punished by the housekeeper and loyal servants.

Two loyal servants used whips to beat the slaves kneeling on the ground, while another loyal servant brandished the whip to give the maid a final blow.

At this moment, a deafening roar suddenly came from outside the gate, "Open the door! Warmth from the countryside!"

But before the butler could open the door to welcome the guest, the door was suddenly slammed open with great force.

The powerful impact blew up wood chips and gravel, and stirred up thick fog.

When the smoke and dust gradually dissipated, the people in the room could see the number and identities of the visitors.

Their front row held thick, sharpened logs, and their left and right wings were filled with mighty soldiers wearing heavy armor.

One of them held up a list written in black and white, with a look of naive confusion on his face, "Excuse me, does Zhao Yiquan of Huangzhou live here?"

(End of this chapter)