The Ming Dynasty's henchmen, working from nine to five

Chapter 79 The Guru Has Betrayed

Shen Lang smiled and said, "The three judicial departments have reached a decision?"

"How come I didn't know? They didn't notify me."

Qi Yan was in so much pain that he was convulsing, and the only half of his face that remained was scrunched up.

Shen Lang was too lazy to waste any more words with him. He slowly stepped forward, his pupils gradually turning scarlet.

He was like an ancient beast that had broken free of its chains, exuding a cold and violent aura!

"This matter was personally approved by His Majesty; how dare you disobey the imperial decree?!"

Qi Yan saw the crimson in his eyes and was immediately horrified. Ignoring the pain in his lower body, he scrambled backward to hide.

Shen Lang said indifferently, "If you summon His Majesty now, you might have a better chance of dying easily."

"You're crazy!"

Qi Yan gritted his teeth, a fierce glint in his eyes!

"You forced me to do this!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly opened his shirt and pulled out a dagger inlaid with rubies from somewhere. He gripped it with both hands and used the blade to make a strange mark on his chest.

Then, he knelt down with a thud: "I, Qi Yan, am willing to pledge my blood and my life to exchange for my master's divine light to slay this fiend!"

"I sincerely pray that the Guru will grant me this favor!"

He spread his arms wide and respectfully kowtowed three times.

After doing all that, he turned his head, staring at Shen Lang with a gloomy expression, and growled, "You damned bastard, I'll make you taste what it means to wish you were dead!!"

Shen Lang's eyes widened in surprise, and his expression suddenly became somewhat strange.

Just as Qi Yan finished speaking, he suddenly felt the string of moon-white stone beads on his right wrist tremble slightly, but it quickly returned to calm.

Then he understood who the "master" Qi Yan was talking about was.

It turns out that the fortune teller was Qi Yan's true trump card.

Shen Lang looked at Qi Yan with a half-smile.

Without saying a word, he simply took off the stone bead from his wrist and gently twirled it with his fingertips.

After a long while, there was still no movement inside the house.

Qi Yan panicked a little, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans appeared on his forehead.

Shen Lang yawned and said impatiently, "Where's the master you invited? Why isn't he here yet?"

Qi Yan feigned composure and said sternly, "Don't you know what you're facing!"

"You mere brute dare to be so insolent before me? Let's see how long you can remain so arrogant!"

The crimson light in Shen Lang's eyes grew even stronger as he said, "Let's end this game here."

"If you don't set off soon, you'll be late."

As soon as he finished speaking, he grabbed Qi Yan's hair and, ignoring his struggles, strode outside as if dragging an animal.

"Thank you, sir."

As he reached the door, the thin maid who had been covering him suddenly knelt down, clutching the hem of her clothes tightly, and whispered her thanks.

Shen Lang stopped in his tracks, thought for a moment, took off the cloud-patterned bronze token hanging from his waist, threw it in front of her, and said, "Take my token, and leave the city at midnight."

Then he looked at the other maids who were like quails, not daring to even breathe: "If any of you want to leave, go with her."

After saying that, without waiting for their reply, she dragged Qi Yan and continued walking outside.

"Help! Help!"

"Quickly, kill him!!"

Looking into Shen Lang's cold, scarlet eyes, Qi Yan felt an increasing sense of fear.

He didn't understand why his guru, who had always been responsive to his prayers, had suddenly stopped responding.

Shen Lang had no intention of telling him the truth. He grabbed him with his left hand, held a knife in his right, and fought his way out of the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion.

West Market Entrance, Execution Platform.

It was late at night, and all around was pitch black.

Only a pair of scarlet eyes floated in mid-air, emitting a faint glow.

Qi Yan was bound hand and foot and knelt in the center.

"There's still a quarter of an hour until the auspicious time. Is there anything else you'd like to say?"

Qi Yan asked, "I have no grudge against you, why are you doing this?!"

Shen Lang said calmly, "A life for a life, a debt for a debt."

A mad glint appeared in Qi Yan's eyes: "Just for those few wretched women, you're going to kill me?"

"Do you know that if you kill me, even the Heavenly King himself couldn't save you!"

Shen Lang chuckled: "Not only do you love to show off, but you also steal my lines. Who else but you deserves to die?"

"Since there's nothing else to explain, I'll ask and you answer."

Shen Lang looked into his eyes, a flash of crimson light appearing briefly in them: "What kind of secret dealings do Jia Jing and Qi Xiaoyun have? Why doesn't he kill you?"

Qi Yan was taken aback, then snorted coldly, "I don't know what you're talking about."

Shen Lang's eyes flickered slightly.

I wasn't lying.

It seems this person is indeed unaware of the shady dealings between the Duke of Zhenguo and Jiajing.

In that case, he is completely useless.

Shen Lang lost the desire to speak and patiently waited for midnight to arrive.

After a while, the surrounding air suddenly became distorted.

A phantom figure, like a flower in water or the moon in a mirror, quietly appeared.

The fortune teller stood silently in mid-air with his hands hanging down, his illusory form swaying gently in the night breeze.

Shen Lang glanced at her, pointed at Qi Yan kneeling on the ground, and suddenly said, "Can you let him see you?"

The fortune teller, Xu Xiang, succinctly replied, "Agreed."

Shen Lang nodded slightly: "Then let's go."

"I want him to die in even more despair."

The fortune teller gently raised her hand, and an ancient chain covered with talismanic inscriptions suddenly appeared out of thin air, flying straight towards Qi Yan and passing right through the center of his forehead.

Qi Yan's body trembled violently, and a look of wild joy flashed in his eyes!

"Master, I wish to make a deal with you! Quickly, grant me divine power to slay this fiend!!"

However, the next second, he suddenly froze, and his eyeballs bulged outward little by little.

The omnipotent guru in his eyes floated lightly to Shen Lang's side and said to Shen Lang, "I have investigated the cause and effect of this person."

"He sacrificed too much and only has three months left to live. You don't need to do anything yourself. When the time comes, his soul will dissipate on its own."

Shen Lang said indifferently, "We can't wait that long. He must die today."

Qi Yan was utterly astonished upon hearing their conversation: "Master?!"

"What...what do you mean by this?!"

In that instant, he felt as if the sky had fallen.

He never expected that this high-ranking, omnipotent guru would betray him!

And what do you mean he only has three months to live?!

A strong wave of dizziness washed over him, making him feel like vomiting.

Unfortunately, no one paid him any attention.

Seeing Shen Lang's resolute attitude, the fortune teller said nothing more and slowly opened his hands.

The next moment, her illusory form suddenly began to tremble, the amplitude of which grew larger and larger, until finally, the space in the area of ​​the execution platform became illusory and chaotic.

"Come.

""

"Come."

"Come."

A faint, echoing sound rang out from all directions and then spread out in all directions.

As the sound spread, lights began to illuminate the houses along the street.

Before long, one after another, people came out of their houses, forming a long line, and walked quietly toward the execution platform.