Chapter 144

Li Miao twisted his fingers and roughly sorted it out in his heart.

About fifty or sixty years ago, the insect-controlled Miao King's corpse walked out of the Miao King's tomb, found the Twelve Branches, and parasitized a Miao woman named "Ge Puduo," giving birth to Ji Tianrui.

Thirty years ago, Ji Tianrui resisted the Five Great Sects and took charge of the Ming Cult.

Fifteen years ago, Ge Puduo ordered the Great Witch of the Twelve Branches to cooperate with the Ming Cult in rebellion. As a result, Ji Tianrui died, and the Ming Cult was also crippled and went underground.

Ge Puduo also passed away at that time, and the insect parasitized the current Miao King "Ge Puqi," giving birth to Ji Tianrui.

Ten years ago, Ge Puqi didn't know why he left the Miao border, met Yongjie, gave birth to a daughter, and then disappeared; it seems he returned to the Miao border at that time.

It's not very complicated, nothing more than two Miao Kings giving birth to two Ming Cult leaders, which can be summarized in one sentence.

But, there are still two doubts.

First, where did Ji Tianrui's Ming Cult Wu Gong come from?

Second, by this calculation, isn't Ji Tianrui only fifteen years old? A fifteen-year-old, three-path-combined Heaven-Man expert? Even Bodhidharma wouldn't dare to make such a joke!

In this story, two very important figures are clearly missing—the mothers of the two leaders were found, but what about the fathers?

These two doubts are mostly to be placed on these two fathers who don't know who they are.

Li Miao turned to look at the old man and asked this classic "Where did Dad go" question.

The old man shook his head with a bitter smile: "My lord, we don't know this either."

"Although we know this point is very important, under the lewd power of the Miao King, we don't dare to investigate."

"That's all I know. We can't help you with anything else, my lord."

"Oh?"

Li Miao nodded.

"Is that so."

"That is to say, you are useless, right?"

As soon as Li Miao said this, the old man suddenly broke into a cold sweat, his face pale, his lips trembling.

How could he not understand the meaning of this sentence—useless means death!

"My lord... what we did before was all forced!"

The old man said with tears in his eyes.

Li Miao spread his hands.

"I don't care about that; your ancestors caused trouble, you followed suit, if I don't look for you, who should I look for?"

The old man shouted.

"The Ming Cult! The Miao King!"

Li Miao smiled disdainfully.

"I'm not saying I won't kill them too, but you have to be held accountable for what you should be held accountable for; one thing is one thing."

"Besides, am I not just about to kill the person who forced you to do evil? Is it appropriate for you not to put in some effort?"

Neither of them made it clear, but they both understood what the other meant.

Li Miao wanted them to go with him to find the Miao King, and the old man was afraid that the Miao King would see them as traitors and directly urge the insects to kill all the people of the Twelve Branches.

Before, they secretly reminded and left clues, also with the intention of telling the imperial court about this matter, letting the imperial court kill the Miao King, and they stood on the sidelines to push the boat with the current and watch the fire from the other side.

Li Miao walked up, reached out and pressed on his head, shaking it a few times.

"Old man, do you think I'm a great good person just because I didn't kill you just now?"

"Thinking that by selling misery and crying a few times, you can order me to risk my life to kill for you, while you hide in the back and watch the show?"

"Don't forget, my Embroidered Uniform Guard doesn't produce good people."

Li Miao smiled grimly.

"More evil than the evil, more fierce than the fierce."

"Cut off the head for major mistakes, chop off the hand for minor mistakes, correct the wrong, and cut the weeds and remove the roots. Kill until you would rather die than dare to do evil."

"This is the Embroidered Uniform Guard."

Li Miao's hand gradually bent into a claw, tightly hooked onto the old man's head, tighter and tighter, tighter and tighter, until the old man wailed, and blood flowed down his head.

"Moreover, don't think that just because you say you are clean, you can dig yourself out. A nest of dog shit, yet you white lotus flowers bloom?"

"Fifteen years ago, when you went to Shuntian Prefecture, didn't you send people?"

"The Ming Cult's insect soldiers were saved up so much, didn't you contribute?"

"The ghost believes it!"

"If you want to live, hand over the certificate of nomination first."

The old man could no longer withstand the torture, feeling that in another moment, his skull would be crushed by Li Miao, so he had to wail.

"My lord! My lord! I'll go! I'll go!"

Li Miao then let go of his head, letting the old man fall to the ground, tears and snot flowing, panting incessantly.

After a while, when the old man caught his breath, Li Miao said lightly.

"Pick a few capable Great Witches from those lying on the ground and bring them along."

"We are going to kill that Miao King now."

The old man was stunned when he heard this, and then said eagerly.

"My lord, why not wait for the imperial army? The Miao King is not as unbearable as we are; what if something goes wrong?"

Li Miao scanned him strangely.

"Do I look like I have a lot of time?"

"Be quick, after killing the people here, I have to rush to Shuntian Prefecture to kill people."

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At the same time, outside the Twelve Branches stronghold.

Yongjie finally arrived.

An Ziyang followed behind, dizzy, seeing stars, feeling like he was going to fall to the ground and pass out.

Heaven have mercy, Yongjie, after Xingchi's power transmission and his own previous foundation, is now a genuine supreme expert. Compared to him, a second-class intermediate, he is thirty Liu Baiyuns and two Meiqinghes behind.

Yongjie used light-body skills to rush, and he was dragged to this place; not passing out was already the limit.

"Master... Master, I, I can't do it anymore..."

After saying this, An Ziyang fell to the ground with a "thud," his eyes hollow, his whole person seeming to have turned black and white.

Yongjie turned to look at him and said: "Benefactor, wait here for a moment; I'll go find Beggar Sect's Leader Lao."

After saying this, he flashed away, leaving An Ziyang there to close his eyes and regulate his breathing.

After a while, Yongjie brought Lao Qifeng back.

"Master, this little brother, come with me. Be careful, don't let people from other sects see you."

Lao Qifeng gave an instruction, then led the two to the entrance of the secret passage Li Miao had entered.

"Lord Li has already gone in; if you want to find him, go in from here."

"The other families are all there, I shouldn't leave for too long, I'm leaving first."

After saying this, he turned and left.

Yongjie turned to look at An Ziyang.

"Benefactor, you wait here. If I can't come out, you can bring a message back to Shaolin for me."

An Ziyang forced a smile.

"I'm going down too."

Yongjie stared into An Ziyang's eyes, trying to find a trace of hesitation.

But, no. An Ziyang was serious.

"Why? This matter has nothing to do with you, why risk it?"

An Ziyang twitched the corner of his mouth, trying to put on a dashing smile.

"Does the Master want to hear the truth or a lie?"

"The truth."

"The truth is, the Ming Cult offended my An family and almost killed my father. Even if I can't do anything, I can't just wait for others to avenge me. Even if it's just spitting on its grave, it's worth me going down for a walk."

"And the lie?"

An Ziyang smiled.

"The lie is, I lost my mother at a young age, and my situation is similar to Ling'er's, and I know how important the Master is to her."

"I took her father away; if I can't bring him back, I have no face to live, so I might as well die together."

Truth and lies are hard to distinguish, and how much of each is hidden under An Ziyang's playful demeanor.

Yongjie suddenly felt that this kid wasn't so annoying.

"Eh? I seem to have said this quite well..."

An Ziyang suddenly reached out and touched his chin, his peripheral vision looking at Yongjie with a mischievous glint.

"I must write it down quickly, and when I go back and tell Ling'er, she will definitely worship me to death."

"..."

Amitabha, still annoying.