Chapter 95

Li Miao didn't speak, looked left and right, found a tree as thick as a person's embrace, and slashed across it.

Chi-la—

A crisp sound, and he tore the whole piece of bark off and spread it on the ground.

At the rate Yong Yong Jie was going, he wouldn't be finished until dawn. And it was clearly with some attention to detail, so Li Miao didn't want to step forward to help.

Li Miao sat on the bark, leaned against the tree, crossed his arms, and closed his eyes to rest.

The scriptures of transcendence were also quite hypnotic.

This wait lasted until the sun set behind the western mountains.

Li Miao opened his eyes and saw that Yong Yong Jie had finally dug a large pit that could accommodate five corpses.

And his hands, his fingertips had been worn to the bone.

Li Miao frowned.

There are not no healing divine skills in this world that can replenish flesh and blood, but every one of them requires deep cultivation, at least a peak expert.

Yong Yong Jie was clearly a practitioner of fist and palm techniques; ruining his hands like this, his martial arts would definitely be affected, and it's possible he would fall to the second-rate.

Clearly, with his martial arts, he could have dug this pit in two or three moves.

This didn't look like piety, but rather like deliberate self-mutilation.

Li Miao got up and walked to Yong Yong Jie's side.

"Great Master, is that about it?"

"Thank you for waiting, Benefactor, it's almost done."

Yun Zelin finished saying this with his head lowered, and got up to walk to the corpses.

He was silent for a long time, his lips moved, but he didn't make a sound.

Yong Yong Jie hugged the corpses into the bottom of the pit, knelt by the pile of soil he had dug, and sprinkled a handful of soil on the headless corpses with both hands.

He put his hands together, closed his eyes, and began to transcend again.

Li Miao waited for a while, Yong Yong Jie finished chanting the scriptures, raised his head and smiled at Li Miao.

"Really sorry, the monk is done."

Li Miao said: "Great Master, let me do it for you; if you bury it handful by handful like this, you won't be finished until dawn."

Yong Yong Jie thanked him: "That's fine."

Li Miao raised his palm, true energy surged, and he was about to push the soil into the pit.

At this moment, he stopped and turned to look to the side.

"Old Bu?"

Before his voice had faded, a person drilled out of the forest, his figure swift, and he stood in front of Yong Yong Jie in an instant.

This person first looked at the bottom of the pit and sneered: "Humph, count yourselves lucky, you didn't fall into my hands!"

Those corpses had no heads, but their figures and clothes could still be identified. Plus the number of people, it was not surprising that they were recognized.

After saying that, the person first turned his head to look at Yong Yong Jie and frowned.

"Why... so familiar?"

And then, his gaze turned to Li Miao.

This is not to say that he couldn't distinguish the primary and secondary, but Li Miao didn't leak a trace of true energy, and there were no signs of practicing martial arts on his body, so he was put last.

Looking at this, the person's face sank: "Li Miao!?"

"Yo, Old Bu, have you eaten?"

Li Miao smiled and greeted him.

The person who came was Bu Lei, the Town Fushi of the North Town Fushi of the Embroidered Uniform Guard.

These "Seven Ghosts of Mount Mei" were run into by him unintentionally, so he killed two, and the rest ran away. He was too lazy to chase them.

But after he finished his errand and returned to the local government office to rest, he happened to hear the waiter of the small shop where Li Miao and Yong Yong Jie ate reporting to the officials.

After Yong Yong Jie and Li Miao left, the waiter waited until there was no movement outside before daring to come out to check the situation, only to see blood and brain matter all over the ground.

He ran to the nearby city to report to the officials, and happened to be heard by Bu Lei when describing the situation.

Bu Lei had no errands on hand now, so he came here, followed the bloodstains on the ground to find here, thinking of cutting weeds and roots.

As a result, he ran into Li Miao.

He cursed inwardly, made a calm appearance, and said: "What are you doing here, is the errand in Qi and Lu finished?"

"Does the Commander know you're here?"

Li Miao didn't answer at all, but looked him up and down and smiled: "None of your business."

"You!"

Li Miao's light sentence broke Bu Lei's defense and revealed his original shape.

He said angrily: "Don't forget, logically speaking, you are still my subordinate!"

"Don't rely on the Commander protecting you to be so arrogant!"

Li Miao mentioned when he reconnected Liu Baiyun's broken arm that there was a colleague who didn't get along with him, and only after seeing him use this method to torture prisoners did he lose the courage to compete with him.

This person is Bu Lei.

Back then, the position of Town Fushi of the North Town Fushi was vacant, and according to Zhu Zai's meaning, he actually wanted Li Miao to do it.

But Bu Lei, who was also a Battalion Commander at the time, also wanted to be this Town Fushi.

Li Miao didn't want to be promoted, because when he reached the level of Town Fushi, he would rarely do things himself, which was not conducive to the exertion of his golden finger.

But Bu Lei didn't know, so he often came to find trouble with Li Miao.

The things behind don't need to be said, anyway, the first time Bu Lei became Town Fushi, he directly gave up Li Miao's Battalion Commander office, and usually hid from Li Miao, and even moved his detention room to the place furthest from Li Miao.

Counting it, the two should have not seen each other for a year or two.

Bu Lei thought that Li Miao was also old, and he had sat firmly in the position of Town Fushi, so he should give himself some face.

Who would have thought that when Li Miao opened his mouth, it was still the taste of the year—he didn't treat him as a person at all.

"You—"

Before he finished speaking, he saw Li Miao raise his hand.

Bu Lei reacted reflexively, swallowing his words hard, and shrank his neck.

"Alright, alright, get lost."

Li Miao waved at Bu Lei like driving away a fly.

Bu Lei's face changed from green to red, and he didn't dare to retort.

He was also a peak expert, and his aptitude was top-notch in the Embroidered Uniform Guard, and there were not many opponents in the world.

But he was just afraid of Li Miao, afraid involuntarily, because he had been beaten too much back then.

And Li Miao not only knew how to hit, but also knew how to cure; he would cure him after hitting, and hit him after curing.

Others come to hit, at most you get a beating. Li Miao comes to hit, that is, seventeen or eighteen beatings, all concentrated in this one, which is hard to endure.

After the event, not even a trace was left, so there was no way to find someone to reason with.

Bu Lei can now talk to Li Miao normally, which is already something he has practiced after being Town Fushi for many years.

At this moment, he didn't dare to scold back, but he was not reconciled to running away in a sorry state.

His gaze swept, and he looked at Yong Yong Jie again.

Looking at this, Bu Lei seemed to remember something, and a look of pride appeared on his face.

"You, you don't return to Shuntian Prefecture, you are mixing with this kind of scum!"

"I will report this to the Commander!"

Having said that, Bu Lei didn't even look back and plunged into the forest, escaping.

Li Miao shook his head disdainfully: "Tsk, reporting to the teacher, huh."

Then he turned to look at Yong Yong Jie.

"Great Master, you have quite a few stories, even Old Bu recognizes you."

Yong Yong Jie put his hands together and sighed: "Let the lord laugh."

Bu Lei's words just now, he heard clearly. Bu Lei has some reputation in the Jianghu, plus words like "Commander," he naturally already knew that Li Miao was an Embroidered Uniform Guard.

(End of chapter)