Chapter 441

The destruction of the Bright Cult was the result of a scheme by Ji Tianrui, the encirclement by the Embroidered Uniform Guard, and the search by the Manichaeism of the Western Regions, while the inheritance of witchcraft and Gu was also swept twice by the major Jianghu sects of the South and the Embroidered Uniform Guard.

There should no longer be any inheritance of witchcraft and Gu in the Great Ming.

At least at the point in time two years ago, after the end of the Battle of the Imperial Mausoleum, Li Miao could be certain that the inheritance of witchcraft and Gu in the Central Plains had been completely wiped out.

And the Gu insects that Gao Lei took out, although not the most profound types in the inheritance of witchcraft and Gu, were clearly full of life, obviously having been refined recently, not "stock" that had been sealed away to avoid the search.

That was why Li Miao thought of Ji Tianrui in the first place.

Let's return to the present.

Gao Lei's words just now had already explained the ins and outs of the matter.

Gao Lei's harm to others was at the instruction of the sect, and the reason for Wu Zhi's discord with him lay precisely in this.

The rough and enthusiastic Gao Lei wanted to harm people, while the arrogant and overbearing Wu Zhi was actually saving them.

Wu Zhi's troublesome behavior during the day was actually to persuade Li Miao and the others to leave without making a scene. As for why he didn't say it directly... I'm afraid that although he wanted to save people, he didn't want to expose the ugly deeds of his sect, so he could only act like a brainless villain to drive people away.

Thinking of this, Li Miao reached out and picked up the note Wu Zhi had slipped in and unfolded it.

"Do not make a scene. Go thirty paces west from here and hide under the field ridges. When there is no one around, go a hundred paces east into the forest, wash off the scent in the stream, and then turn back to leave."

"If you hear the sound of insects flapping their wings, just cover your mouth and nose and run."

Li Miao raised his eyebrows.

The smoke Wu Zhi blew into the room at the beginning was precisely the medicine to mask the Gu insects.

So he knew from the beginning that Gao Lei had Gu insects on him.

Calculating further, since both Gao Lei and Wu Zhi understood Gu techniques, could their sect be completely ignorant of Gu techniques?

The Yang family, witchcraft and Gu—these things that should have disappeared long ago reappeared two years after Li Miao disappeared; this could never be explained by the word "coincidence."

And in the gap of Li Miao's thinking, the human voices outside had suddenly risen, and the whispered conversation instantly turned into a roar!

"Careful!"

"Gu insects! Retreat, I'll handle it!"

The Japanese reacted instantly!

The four Japanese who lunged at Wu Zhi didn't react at all, still slashing at Wu Zhi's body in unison.

The four Japanese who lunged at Gao Lei retreated suddenly, dodging the pounce and bite of the Gu insects by a hair's breadth. At the same time, the leading Japanese reached into his bosom, took out a fist-sized ball, and smashed it hard on the ground!

Bang!

Smoke rose suddenly!

The moment the ball touched the ground, it exploded, turning into a cloud of smoke and blocking the Gu insects.

A few Gu insects didn't react in time and rushed into the smoke, suddenly losing their balance, rushing left and right a few times before falling to the ground and struggling, and after a few more breaths, they stopped moving.

"Oh?"

Li Miao raised his eyebrows.

These Japanese not only reacted quickly but even had corresponding means, as if they had also fought against opponents who manipulated Gu insects.

Japan didn't have such things as witchcraft and Gu.

And Gao Lei clearly hadn't expected that his life-saving means would be broken by the opponent instantly, and his face quickly turned gloomy. His eyeballs rolled a few times, and without any hesitation, he turned and fled!

Witchcraft and Gu were ineffective, and in terms of Wu Gong alone, he and Wu Zhi combined were no match for these eight Japanese. Since his own life was threatened, Wu Zhi's "last words," which might not even exist, were no longer a priority!

He made his decision extremely quickly, and his light-body technique was also very brilliant.

Plus, there were Gu insects blocking the way behind him.

By the time the smoke cleared and the Japanese looked again, he was nowhere to be seen.

Two Japanese raised their sabers and were about to chase.

The leading Japanese suddenly raised his hand.

"Stop!"

The two Japanese turned to look.

"My lord!"

The leading Japanese waved his hand to interrupt them, but didn't give much explanation, just staring fixedly at the direction Gao Lei had left, his emotions fluctuating, so much so that even Wu Zhi could see the turmoil in his heart.

Hatred, venom, anger, and—fear.

And the joy of a thirsty person encountering sweet dew.

If there weren't extremely complex entanglements, it would be difficult to have such complex eyes.

The object of these emotions was not Gao Lei.