Chapter 157: Two Miao Kings

The old man's face was like gold paper, bleeding from seven orifices, and finally couldn't hold on, falling to the ground.

"Master, Master, we know how powerful you are."

"Stop, stop..."

The others were all struggling to support, hearing the old man speak, not only did they not feel the slightest displeasure, but they all breathed a sigh of relief as if they were relieved, and sat down on the ground together.

His eyes blurred, and Li Miao appeared in front of them.

Still with a kind smile on his face, looking at them: "Why, don't want to fight for a while?"

Several people waved their hands: "No, no."

"We surrender."

Downstairs at this time, it was already a mess.

The gullies several feet deep on the stone wall, the palm prints as large as a person on the ground, and countless broken arms and limbs had already proved Li Miao's weight. At this moment, the blood was still dripping from Li Miao's gloves.

There was no doubt that Li Miao alone could slaughter all the great witches present.

No matter who Li Miao was, they had no qualifications not to cooperate.

"It's always like this, not willing to speak until you eat a meal of beating, I'm used to it. As long as you can understand it."

"Start now, I ask, you answer."

*Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! *

The sound of wind sounded, and everyone except the old man groaned and fell softly, losing consciousness.

"Master! This!"

The old man exclaimed.

"Don't worry, just fainted."

Li Miao waved his hand.

"After asking you, I will go to ask the next one. If it's different, I will kill you, and then ask the next one, until it is completely consistent."

The old man smiled bitterly when he heard this. 【157

"You are overthinking, my lord. We truly dare not offend a personage such as yourself, let alone deceive you."

"That is good."

Li Miao nodded.

"First question: who is this 'that person' you speak of?"

The old man was stunned for a moment, then gave a bitter smile.

"You have already heard it, my lord."

"Very well. Things have reached this point; there is nothing left to hide."

"The Miao King."

"The one we speak of is the human god and common ancestor of our twelve Miao clans: the Miao King."

"Hm?"

Li Miao frowned and looked into the old man's eyes.

"How do I recall that your last Miao King died several hundred years ago? That Miao King tomb you led the southern major sects to—that seems to be his mausoleum, does it not?"

"You even deliberately left quite a few clues inside. Had it not been for that, I would not have spared the lives of you few today."

Upon hearing this, the old man suddenly raised his head to look at Li Miao, a flash of joy actually appearing on his face.

"My lord, did you also enter that Miao King tomb? Were the clues we left discovered by you!?"

"Who, who are you? Are you a man of the Imperial Court?"

Li Miao nodded.

"Imperial Guard Commandant, Li Miao."

"The Pupa Maiden, the Wedding Dress Divine Art, and the Gu beasts you left behind—I took note of them all. They saved me quite a bit of effort. They also earned you a reprieve."

Speaking to this point, Li Miao suddenly paused.

Rubbing his fingers unconsciously, Li Miao pondered for a moment before speaking.

"Come to think of it, there was one thing I let slide and didn't pay attention to at the time."

"The coffin in that Miao King tomb was empty. There were nail scratch marks inside, but no corpse."

Li Miao looked at the old man and said with a frown.

"You don't mean to tell me that the Miao King tomb was not a decoy tomb, and that the Miao King died and came back to life, crawling out from inside the coffin?"

If the old man said "yes," Li Miao would immediately slaughter him and then go ask the next person.

No other reason; if a person dead for hundreds of years could be resurrected, then this Great Ming would have to completely change its style.

Reality is not a storybook. Anything, once known to people, will slowly integrate into the rules of this society's operation. A "resurrection" is enough to change everything. The Great Ming could never be as it is now.

To put it simply, if there truly were resurrection from the dead, then this world should still be surnamed "Ying," not Zhu. The state name should also still be "Great Qin," not "Great Ming."

The old man gave a bitter smile.

"Yes, and also no."

"The Miao King truly and certainly died, but he also truly and certainly exists now."

Li Miao raised his hand and pointed his fingers at the old man's skull.

"You are giving a confession now, not telling a story. If you speak these cryptic words again, I will go ask the next person."

"Yes, yes. My lord, I just didn't know how to explain it for a moment."

"The Miao King died; no one can be resurrected—this is beyond doubt. But the Gu insect he left behind back then is still alive. After all the other Gu insects in the Miao King's body died out, this Gu insect controlled the Miao King's corpse, crawled out of the coffin, and walked out of the tomb. Following the scent of the Miao King's bloodline, it found us."

The old man narrated slowly.

"The Miao King I speak of is precisely my two clansmen who, after being parasitized by this Gu insect, had even their brains occupied. Although they lack the Miao King's memories, their personalities and conduct gradually became more and more like the Miao King of those years."

"The first was named Ge Puqi, and the second was named Ge Puduo."

"Ge Puqi has already died, and the one who inherited her Gu insect is precisely 'that person' we speak of, and also the current Miao King, Ge Puduo."

Li Miao found it sounding more and more familiar.

"Possession? Soul transmigration?"

"Ge Puduo? Why does this name sound like I've heard it somewhere?"

"Isn't that the name of Master Yong Jie's wife before he became a monk?"

Thinking of this, Li Miao pressed further.

"What is the relationship between Ji Tianrui, Ji Tianrui, and these two Miao Kings?"

Upon hearing this, the old man smiled bitterly.

"As expected, my lord guessed it."

"That's right. The disaster of our Miao people is all because of this damn Miao King."

"The two Miao Kings, former and latter, are precisely the mothers of the two former and latter Ming Cult leaders."

"The first Miao King, Ge Puqi, gave birth to Ji Tianrui. After she died, the Gu insect parasitized Ge Puduo and gave birth to Ji Tianrui."

"In a sense, they are all children of the Miao King; they are siblings."

His gaze went vacant, as if he were recalling something.

"Fifteen years ago, it was precisely because of Ge Puqi's order that we Miao people had to wade into the muddy waters of the Ming Cult, leading to the plight we are in now. And now, also because of Ge Puduo's daughter, we Miao people have fallen to the brink of death and extinction."

"What damn ancestor, what damn human god... our lives are lives too. Born naked, what do we owe them that we must pay with our lives!?"

The old man's face twisted as he roared.

Li Miao twisted his fingers, pondered for a moment, and said in realization.

"So that's how it is."

"No wonder the traps you set in the Miao King tomb were so awkward—you wanted to kill but were soft-hearted, and you secretly left clues. Because you were forced into this, and you didn't want to get involved in the Ming Cult's mess at all."

"However, since you didn't want to get involved, why didn't you just slaughter that so-called Miao King and surrender to the Imperial Court, instead of giving these awkward reminders?"

The old man revealed an extremely ugly smile.

"My lord, how could we not want to?"

"That Gu insect of the Miao King's—as long as a thought arises, she can control all Gu insects. Devouring the host is also within a single thought of hers."

"We could only do things in secret. If she or Ji Tianrui discovered it, she would only need to flick her finger, and our twelve Miao clans would be wiped out in an instant!"

(End of chapter)