Chapter 100: Calculation

As soon as Li Miao said this, everyone was silent.

Lao Qifeng walked over, checked the corpse’s wound, stood up, and nodded to the crowd.

"The wound is not deep, but it hasn't scabbed yet. Looking at the situation, it should be an injury sustained after we came in."

The Qingcheng leader’s face relaxed, but the faces of the others became ugly, scanning around, looking at others.

The inescapable predicament, the ubiquitous danger, insufficient food, sudden deaths... and, people who don't have much basis for trust.

A good martial arts event of entering a secret realm and competing for secret manuals has turned into a martial arts version of Werewolf.

Taking advantage of the crowd’s panic, Li Miao stepped aside.

Yin Minjun walked over and asked in a low voice: "My Lord, that wound?"

Li Miao smiled lightly: "I did it, did you see it?"

"Yes..."

Yin Minjun replied softly.

In the alley entering the hall, she and Li Miao were always at the end. Except for her, no one saw Li Miao make a move.

Just at the moment the stone door opened, taking advantage of the crowd being attracted by the screams, she saw Li Miao lift his hand and flick out a sharp, thin internal energy.

But she didn't know where the internal energy went, and only reacted when she saw the wound on the back of the corpse.

It’s just that she didn't understand why Li Miao wanted to do this.

Li Miao didn't sell it, used internal energy to bundle the sound, and whispered to Yin Minjun: "Be careful with those people from the Qingcheng Sect later, they all have Gu in their bodies. This Miao King’s tomb was not discovered by accident."

"As for the witch who manipulated that Qingcheng disciple to step on the platform, I can't see it yet, you be careful."

Li Miao does things as he pleases, but he will never shoot without a target. Coming to the Miao border has serious business, no matter how casual he is, he won't leave the serious business alone and join the fun.

The reason why he insisted on exploring this Miao King’s tomb is naturally for a reason.

Very simple, this Miao King’s tomb came too coincidentally.

Taian City just solved a witchcraft disaster, the imperial court will definitely carry out another cleanup of the Miao border, which is obvious. The appearance of Bu Lei of the Northern Town Fushi in this Huguang region is eight out of ten for this reason.

Whether it is Li Miao, Zhu Zai, the Embroidered Uniform Guard, the imperial court, or even the Emperor, after knowing what witchcraft can do, they will never leave the inheritance of this thing.

At this juncture, a Miao King’s tomb popped up, "accidentally discovered," "accidentally leaked the news," and hung with the "Wedding Dress Divine Art," a divine art that had been lost for decades, as bait, and the news spread throughout Paojianghu, attracting all the major Southern Paojianghu sects.

Is it a coincidence?

And Li Miao deliberately stayed in the camp last night, as if he just ate a meal and introduced himself.

But in fact, when he closed his eyes to rest, he used his ear skill to listen to everyone’s breathing, heartbeat, and internal energy operation. Sure enough, he discovered that the internal energy flow in the heart pulse of the Qingcheng Sect people was blocked, and their heartbeat was slower than ordinary people.

It was somewhat similar to the five hundred Gu soldiers he killed outside Taian City.

The situation is basically clear.

The Miao King’s tomb is a trap, and the Qingcheng Sect is an insider, just to lure these major sects in.

Who is the initiator and what is the purpose, still needs to be tested. But as long as Li Miao is there, this matter is just a matter of when Li Miao wants to end it, and no one can make any waves.

As for why Li Miao wanted to leave a wound on a person who had already been Gu-ed, and deliberately pointed it out, leading the situation to chaos. And why he wanted to hide his clumsiness and not show his Wu Gong.

It can only be said that not only the mastermind behind this Miao King’s tomb has taken a fancy to these Paojianghu people, but Li Miao has also taken a fancy to them.

He wants to use these people to do his own things. At this moment, he is doing "laying

Even regarding Yongjie, Li Miao was not entirely without ulterior motives. However, for now, it could only be considered a spare move.

Li Miao’s calculations shall be set aside for the moment; let us speak of the present.

After a round of arguing, the group collectively pointed their spears at a lone expert who used a sword.

This person was named Yuan Yu'ang, a first-class swordsman with no sect or faction.

At this moment, he was gripping his sword hilt, coldly scanning the crowd, ready to strike at any time.

"The Qingcheng disciples ran into trouble, so why not question Sect Leader Liu instead of coming to me?"

"There are many here who use swords; are you all targeting me first just because I have no sect, no faction, and no one to back me up?"

He said coldly.

No one spoke, but their footsteps shifted slightly, closing the circle tighter and tighter.

That’s right, it’s because you look easy to bully. What else could it be? Report it to the authorities?

You are the only lone swordsman here; accusing someone from a sect is equivalent to accusing five experts of second-class level or higher simultaneously. If we don't pick you, who else can we pick?

The current situation is simple: whether it was you or not, it is difficult to find the truth right now. If we don't kill someone, morale will scatter, suspicions will persist, and cooperation will be impossible. If we kill you, at the very least, it will stabilize people's hearts. Everyone will tacitly agree that the murderer is dead and maintain this current situation by mutual understanding.

Everyone present was an old hand in the Jianghu and a clever person.

Clever people are very good at being generous with other people's lives.

Yuan Yu'ang looked at the cold, piercing gazes of the crowd before him and smiled helplessly.

"Damn it, I shouldn't have come to wade through this muddy water. 'Men die for wealth, birds die for food'—it's true indeed."

He understood the crowd's intentions, hesitated no longer, and immediately drew his sword, ready to fight for his life.

Just at this moment, a voice rang out clearly.

"Everyone, don't be hasty. I think I've found a mechanism."

The crowd turned to look; it was Li Miao, crouching beneath the platform, seemingly examining something.

Bang!

He punched the ground, sending stone chips flying as the floor collapsed, revealing a pitch-black hole.

Lao Qifeng immediately flashed forward, lowering his head to peer into the hole.

"A torch," he called out, and a Beggar Sect disciple handed him a bundle of torches.

Lao Qifeng threw the torch into the hole, holding his breath and focusing, calculating secretly in his heart.

A moment later, he raised his head: "About eighty zhang deep. By using the rock walls to push off, everyone here can make it down with light-body techniques."

"The torch went out; there should be a body of water below. With water, we won't have any problems for at least a dozen days."

He turned to look at the crowd surrounding Yuan Yu'ang and waved his hand.

"Put aside the matter of the witchcraft for now. Since we have a way out, don't waste your energy here."

"As long as we can get out, we can settle things on the outside."

The crowd dispersed. Yuan Yu'ang let out a long breath, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and also moved closer.

"Give me a torch," Lao Qifeng said.

"I will go down first. If there is nothing wrong below, I will use the torch to draw the character 'one' and extinguish it after three times; then you can come down."

Having said that, he jumped directly into the hole.

A short while later, seeing the torch waving below, the crowd hesitated no longer, and one after another, they used their light-body techniques to jump into the hole.