Chapter 405: Wanggong Factory

An Ziyang frowned and looked into the white mist, holding his breath and listening carefully.

No screams.

"Continue! Don't stop! Fill this ground for me!"

An Ziyang shouted, turned around, and walked into the Prefectural Yamen.

Before he had walked a few steps, he heard a hoarse voice from behind.

"An Commandant? I am—"

"Die!"

An Ziyang stomped his foot on the ground!

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

A firelight like a rope wound out from under his feet, circled around the ten-yard-square area, and then came the sound of continuous explosions.

The next moment, the ground of the entire courtyard sank suddenly!

An Ziyang flicked his hand, a rope dart hooked onto the eaves on one side, and he flew up, turning to stare at the falling old Daoist.

The old Daoist sighed.

Traps, and falling traps at that, were only enough to deal with ordinary Ordinary Jianghu experts; they were truly lacking against him. Mount Wudang's most famous Qing Gong, "Ti Yun Zong" (Cloud-Ladder Leap), was a martial art of leaping into the air, and it was the most effective against this kind of trap.

"Traps are useless against me, An Commandant, you—"

"Stinking Daoist, why don't you look down!"

An Ziyang shouted from mid-air.

Before the words fell, the old Daoist suddenly felt a foul stench coming from under his feet, shooting straight into his nasal cavity.

He finally changed his expression and looked down.

Under his feet was a golden ocean, and he didn't know where An Ziyang had found so much "golden juice" (feces) to fill this ten-yard-square pool to the brim.

And that wasn't all; the old Daoist could clearly see several firelights burning extremely fast in the pool water, very close to the gunpowder wrapped in oil paper.

The next moment—

Splash!!!!

A yellow dragon shot into mid-air, then dispersed and fell, covering the entire courtyard, drizzling and sprinkling all over the sky.

An Ziyang didn't turn back to look, held an iron umbrella in one hand, and with the other hand slapped his shoulder, bursting his sleeve, and held up the iron umbrella to block the filth falling from the sky.

He jumped off the roof quickly and rushed toward the next courtyard with all his might.

This trap couldn't be effective against a Heaven-Man; at most, it was just to disgust him, stir up the Heaven-Man's anger, make him pursue and kill himself desperately, and temporarily give up the purpose of destroying this place.

Sure enough, the next moment, the old Daoist's voice came from behind.

"An Commandant, I am the reinforcement called by Lord Li!"

The voice was no longer at ease, having some anger.

No matter how high the old Daoist's Wu Gong was, it was hard to block all the filth splashing down like raindrops, and some had already been splashed on the corner of his robe.

An Ziyang held the iron umbrella behind him and slapped his shoulder with the other hand!

"Guess if I believe you!"

"Eat shit!"

The iron umbrella suddenly rolled, ejecting the filth on the umbrella surface, covering the entire area behind An Ziyang.

Looking at the patch of filth splashing toward him, the old Daoist regretted it.

Why did he suddenly want to test the defense here for Li Miao, why did he suddenly want to spar a few moves with An Ziyang... This kid's reputation in the Ordinary Jianghu was no better than Li Miao's!

These few moves couldn't hurt him, but it was truly disgusting!

If it were a life-and-death struggle, he could naturally put aside his face, pursue and kill An Ziyang. But An Ziyang was on his side, so he could only dodge; once he dodged, An Ziyang would have time to trigger the next trap, and he didn't know how many disgusting things were waiting for him to bump into behind.

But to have him go and tell An Ziyang, while covered in filth, that he was a Mount Wudang Heaven-Man who had come to help... he really couldn't bring himself to do it! Mount Wudang couldn't bring itself to do it either!

"Fine, it is ultimately my own fault."

The old Daoist sighed, flashed to avoid it.

An Ziyang took the opportunity to jump off the roof, rushed into the courtyard, raised his hand to lift an iron chain from the ground, pulled it taut, and only then looked at the old Daoist, panting.

"Old Daoist, come on, see if I can't fix you!"

The old Daoist jumped off the roof, about to step forward, but frowned and stopped, scanning left and right, his nose twitching.

"So that's how it is."

"An Commandant, you are indeed loyal to Lord Li, not hesitating to use your life as bait to perish together with the enemy."

An Ziyang thought it was bad. The old Daoist had discovered it.

This was a trap buried with gunpowder, and the trigger was in his hand. As long as he pulled it, even a Heaven-Man would have to die here with him.

The "feces pool" that looked like a low-class trick before was actually a chain of schemes. It was to anger the invading Heaven-Man and make him come to pursue and kill himself. At the same time, the foul stench of those filthy things covered up the strange smell of the gunpowder here.

But it was still discovered; the difference in realm ultimately couldn't be made up by some small tricks.

An Ziyang raised his hand, about to pull the iron chain.

He would never allow anyone to destroy this place, even if he had to trade his own life for it.

But he saw the old Daoist block with his hand, and with the other hand, he took out a piece of paper and held it in front of him, sneering at An Ziyang.

"An Commandant, I am really not an enemy. I am the reinforcement invited by Lord Li, a Mount Wudang successor."

"The previous test was also to see for Lord Li if the defense here was strict. Don't make a move, otherwise I will have no face to see Lord Li again."

An Ziyang paused and looked at the paper.

It was a yellowed old document covered in bloodstains, with a handprint on it, and one could vaguely see the words "Embroidered Uniform Guard Commandant Li Miao, works four hours a day, written proof, Embroidered Uniform Guard Commander Zhu Zai presses his handprint here, valid for life, never to go back on his word."

It was exactly the "labor contract" Li Miao had Zhu Zai sign years ago.

It was also the proof Li Miao gave the old Daoist to prove his identity.

An Ziyang let go, and the iron chain fell.

His shoulders also slumped, looking sideways at the old Daoist, and after a long while, he laughed helplessly and dryly.

"Hehe..."

"Daoist, go take a bath first."

The old Daoist's face turned black, and he awkwardly took off the outer robe stained with filth, threw it on the ground, and bowed to An Ziyang.

"An Commandant has good means... hehe..."

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After a while, the old Daoist changed his clothes and met with An Ziyang.

An Ziyang took the old Daoist and walked toward the inside of this Prefectural Yamen.

"Daoist, I offended you before."

"Not at all, it was my recklessness."

"Hehe."

"Hehe."

Both laughed awkwardly and walked to a square.

An Ziyang squatted down and tapped on the ground.

After a while, the floor tiles flipped up, and Mei Qinghe poked her head out from inside, holding her sword.

"What's the matter?"

An Ziyang laughed dryly.

"The Commandant has invited reinforcements, a high expert from Mount Wudang, brought him to take a look."

Mei Qinghe nodded.

"Come in, it's about half finished."

The three walked into the underground, walked along the newly dug secret passage for about the time it takes to burn a stick of incense, and walked out from an exit.

The old Daoist looked around.

This place was a square a hundred yards square.

Countless Embroidered Uniform Guards and Tang Men disciples were busy tinkering with something on the ground. There were also many Xiaoling Guard soldiers carrying baskets of pitch-black powder from several secret passages, which could be smelled from far away.

And on the gate tower on the side of the square, a plaque was hanging, with three large characters written on it.

"Wanggong Factory."

(End of Chapter) ===== CHAPTER 406 =====