Heavenly Dao Formula

"Brother..." Gong Shujin suddenly whispered.

"Don't worry, I will solve all this." Gong Shufeng comforted him.

"No, brother... Look over there..." The younger brother pointed to the other side of the official road—that side was far from where they were, and with the torches blocking it, it was difficult for ordinary people to see the scene in the dark. Rao Shigong Shufeng also squinted for a moment, only to see a few swaying figures, and the long swords in their hands reflecting the faint red light...

Gong Shufeng suddenly froze.

He remembered that some selected people had also been sent in that direction before.

And the facts quickly confirmed his idea.

Another group of people was taken outside the encirclement, and then pressed to their knees. The standing figures raised their swords and fell, and people fell one by one, as if disappearing into the night. The whole process was like a silent show, and although it happened in the back of the crowd, no one noticed it.

A deep-rooted chill shot up from the soles of his feet.

The phrase "solve it on the spot" in the mouth of the sharp-mouthed man appeared in his ears again.

He finally understood what this solution meant.

The women and children who were taken out did not even have the strength to scream—the reason why they were slaughtered silently was because the magic technique blocked their movements!

"What are you doing?" Gong Shufeng pulled Gong Shujin in that direction in disbelief.

Although there were a large number of servants around, the person in charge was not there. In addition to the remarks made by the two before, they didn't dare to kill for a while, so they could only shout loudly to catch up, but they didn't stop Gong Shufeng.

He came all the way to the soil **** beside the official road, and the smell of blood suddenly became much stronger.

I saw that there were many corpses lying about in the grass below the slope, most of them were elderly Confucians and children under the age of ten. Obviously, as slaves, these two types of people can hardly sell for any price, and Tuntianzhuang also knows that what they do is unreasonable, and it is a serious crime to put them anywhere, so they have no intention of leaving alive!

"Stop here." At this time, one person stopped in front of the two brothers.

There was a sense of order in his words, as if he was born superior to others, and with the organ ring on his hand, nine out of ten he was an alchemist who performed the technique of muting.

"Are you a member of the Privy Council?" Gong Shufeng asked loudly, "Why do you help them do such vicious things?"

The other party raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, but did not reply immediately.

"Even if they are refugees, they are also citizens of Qiguo in terms of identity. As long as they don't sign the deed of prostitution, any enslavement is not in line with the king's law, let alone wanton slaughter!" He clenched his fists, "They—they are human too!"

"Wang Fa?" The alchemist stared at him, and after a while, he showed a hint of playfulness, "Wang Fa has been gone for a long time."

What is he saying…

Gong Shufeng almost doubted his ears.

Isn't this place still under the control of the Privy Council?

If the Privy Council is not a king's law, who else can?

"The two of you are the secret agents of the Privy Council?" A dry voice suddenly sounded from behind. Gong Shufeng looked back, and saw that the speaker was a middle-aged man in his thirties, wearing a luxurious brocade robe and walking on leather boots. The sharp-mouthed man was also beside him, but the arrogance from before was completely lost on his face.

There is no doubt that he is the butler in the other party's mouth.

"Not bad." Gong Shufeng could only suppress the distracting thoughts in his heart and turn his attention back to dealing with this person.

"It turned out that the big water rushed to the Dragon King Temple, they are all a family." The butler grinned, "I don't know which mansion you two come from, and which rank are you?"

"This...I have nothing to say."

In theory, the two brothers are not even eight-rank, because they, as disciples of the public losers, do not need to take the examinations to obtain high-ranking officials. Moreover, all their qi-sensing abilities are used in mechanical techniques, and they are by no means their strengths.

"Can't you say where you're going?"

"cannot."

"Can the two of you have contacts who can prove their identities?"

"This is a top-secret mission. Except for the two of us, it cannot be disclosed to a third party." Gong Shufeng refused.

"I understand." The housekeeper sighed, his voice suddenly cold, "So, even if you die here, no one will know that we did it?"

"You—" Gong Shufeng's expression changed drastically.

"To be honest, I originally planned to let you go, if the two of you didn't see these things." The housekeeper glanced at the corpse under the hillside, "You guys... can't you just pretend that nothing happened?"

"Do you know what you are doing!?" Gong Shufeng said in astonishment.

"Let me tell you a little secret." The housekeeper smiled needlessly, "Do you know who gets the most money from buying and selling these people?" He paused for a while and said in a low voice, "It's Lord Wu Bairen. "

The Privy Council...isn't it ignorant?

Before Gong Shufeng could digest the news, he felt a sudden pain in his back!

A long spear had protruded from behind and pierced into his body.

He fell forward with his arms around his brother, and at the same time saw more servants surrounded by swordsmen. It's not that he usually does not have life-saving means, but in order to maintain his identity and prevent Jinxia's people from seeing the flaws, he left all the hidden weapons in Shangyuan City. Even with the ability to sense qi, one body alone cannot win against dozens of well-equipped family soldiers.

The second shot was aimed directly at Gong Shufeng's neck—

"boom!"

He only heard a soft cry, and the servant who stabbed him fell back, and a long string of blood flowers shot out from the center of his nose.

What happened?

Gong Shufeng felt that his strength was running out. He barely raised his head and found that everyone around him seemed to be in a mess. They shouted loudly, and wielded their weapons to kill each other with the figures in the dark night. The originally dead night suddenly boiled.

Did the refugees sense that their relatives were being slaughtered, which eventually led to the riots?

no, no...

He realized that these figures jumping out of the night were not refugees!

Although they were dressed in tattered clothes and armed with crude weapons, they were dressed in almost the same way as the refugees, but their eyes were completely different. There was no numbness to life and death in their eyes, and indifference to their own destiny. With hatred and hostility that need not be described in words. Even in the face of the thugs who approve the armor, they are not afraid, as if the pitchfork and hatchet in their hands can smash the opponent's resistance!

One of the young women rushed to the front with a flag. There was nothing on the flag, just a dark red rag, but in her hand, it seemed to lead thousands of troops. Horse torch.

"It's the rebels!"

"Damn, how could they be here!"

Vaguely, Gong Shufeng heard someone shouting in fear.

Rebels?

- "I heard that Huiyang Prefecture is arresting the rebels. Every ship going south needs to be searched in detail to ensure that there are no problems before it can be released."

The captain's words could not help but float in his ears.

He thought that the so-called rebels were spies or spies sent by Jinxia City.

It turns out that not all those who rebelled were from Jinxia...

This was Gong Shufeng's last consciousness before he passed out.