White Tiger Hall The rain outside has not weakened, but has become more intense.
The raindrops hit the thick pool of blood in front of the steps, splashing countless tiny red beads, which snaked downwards along the cracks in Bluestone Slab, drawing a shocking dark red spider web.
The candlelight in the hall swayed, making the shadows of several people grow longer and shorter, and projected on the mottled wall, like a group of demons dancing wildly.
The rusty smell of blood in the air was so strong that it couldn't be dissolved, and when inhaled, it made people feel sick and sweet in their throats.
Fang Mo sat in a high position, with his back pressed against the completely peeled off White Tiger Skin on Grand Tutor Chair, tapping his knuckles on the table.
Da. Da. Da.
The soft sound of his fingertips touching the hard wood was oddly half a beat away from the heavy footsteps coming from outside the hall.
The sound outside was not a chaotic stampede, but hundreds of pairs of standard iron boots grinding across the ground in uniform order.
The sound was dull and thick, and every time it hit the ground, there was a sense of oppression that was about to uproot this White Tiger Hall.
The green bricks on the ground trembled slightly, and even the Blood Soul Long Saber inserted on the desk made a low cry of thirst for blood.
Old Yan's originally rickety figure was now straight and upright. Boning Knife was held in his hand behind his back. The blade of the blade was hidden in the shadow of the cuff, and a glimmer of light suddenly appeared in his cloudy old eyes.
Iron Bull The muscles of his naked upper body were tensed, and every tendon was glowing with a cold bronze color. He was breathing heavily, and two lines of white air were blown out from his nose.
The compassionate smile on Jie Se Monk's face became stronger and stronger, but the fingers that twisted Skull Prayer Beads were so fast that only afterimages were left, and a few wisps of dark red sparks even appeared on the fingertips.
There were beads of sweat on Qian Dagui's forehead, and his legs were shaking slightly, but he clenched his teeth and stood half a step to the left of Fang Mo, not taking a step back.
"It seems that Divine Capital is not going to let anyone sleep tonight." Fang Mo stopped knocking and looked past the headless corpse to the dark doorway.
Boom!
Two Nanmu Wood doors that had just been repaired were violently knocked open from the outside, causing sawdust to fly.
The moist water vapor enveloped the deeper Killing Aura and poured into the lobby like a cold wave.
Two rows of Armored Guards wearing Bright Light Heavy Armor and Phoenix Wing Helmet on their heads filed in.
These people are different from ordinary Garrison soldiers. They are all shaped like towers and surrounded by Sha Qi.
They did not hold conventional swords, guns, swords or halberds, but a long pole Golden Gourd Hammer.
The hammer head is the size of a watermelon, and its gold-plated surface reflects a chilling light in the candlelight.
Imperial Guard, Golden Gourd Warrior.
This is a guard of honor chartered by Imperial Power, and it is also a Execution Rod specially designed to break the backbone of disobedient ministers.
When ordinary officials saw this kind of battle, their kneecaps would have softened into noodles, and they would collapse to the ground and kowtow to beg for mercy.
But the five people in the White Tiger Hall didn't even blink an eyelid.
Two rows of Golden Gourd Warrior lined up on the left and right, their movements uniform, and the heavy hammer in their hand suddenly hit the ground.
"Boom!"
The uniform muffled sound is like a heavy hammer hitting people's hearts.
Immediately afterwards, a thin, soft, yet extremely uncomfortable voice came from outside the door.
"Ouch, why is this White Tiger Hall smelling so bloody today? We Lord Fang don't let anyone clean it. If we disturb Imperial Hearing, that would be a big sin."
A figure wearing dark purple Python Robe slowly crossed the threshold with small steps.
It was Grand Eunuch and Eunuch Liu who had met Teahouse and Fang Mo before.
He was holding a bright yellow scroll in his hand, and his fair and beardless face was full of smiles, but the smile did not reach his eyes. In those narrow red phoenix eyes, there was a venom like a poisonous snake spitting a letter.
"Captain Fang, His Majesty has a decree, please accept it!" Eunuch Liu stood in the hall, his eyes swept over the minced meat and blood on the ground, and finally settled on the disrespectful face of Fang Mo.
Fang Mo leaned back slightly, leaned his back on the back of the chair, and let out a comfortable sigh. His eyes flickered, and the evil smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more crazier.
"Imperial Decree?" Fang Mo stroked the stubble on his chin with his fingers, "Eunuch Liu said it vaguely. Is this what His Majesty means, or does Bureau of Ceremonial Ancestor Li mean?"
As soon as these words came out, everyone in the hall was shocked.
The faces of the two rows of Golden Gourd Warrior suddenly changed, and the long hammers in their hands were suddenly raised, with the hammer heads pointing directly at Fang Mo.
"How bold! How dare you speak against the nobles in the palace!"
The shouts were like thunder, and murderous intent instantly filled the entire hall.
Old Yan's cloudy old eyes were bursting with light, and his body was slightly bowed, like a cheetah ready to attack; Iron Bull stepped forward directly, and the Cast Iron Great Hammer smashed on the ground, smashing a Bluestone brick into pieces, and let out a beast-like roar.
Jie Se Monk proclaimed the Buddha's name, Red Robe swelled on his body, and there was faint blood Sanskrit flowing. Although Qian Dagui was incompetent, he still took out a thick stack of Banknotes from his arms, with a posture of "I will kill you with money".
For a moment, White Tiger Hall was tense, and the air was so tight that it seemed like it would break in the next second.
Eunuch Liu looked at these ignorant people, and the corners of his eyes twitched. He waved his hand, signaling the warriors to retreat.
"Lord Fang, you are a smart man." Eunuch Liu took two steps forward, staring at Fang Mo with his red phoenix eyes, "Here Divine Capital, there are some things you can say, and some words will make you lose your head. As for who means this decree..."
He paused, with a meaningful smile on his face.
"Is it important?"
Fang Mo looked at him for a long time and let out a sneer.
"It's really not important." Fang Mo sat up straight, "What's important is, what is this decree asking me to do? Is it to behead my head or to reward me with food?"
"Nature is a great grace." Eunuch Liu unfolded the scroll in his hand.
Fang Mo is still sitting, with no intention of getting up or kneeling down.
Eunuch Liu's face darkened slightly, but looking at the Blood Soul Blade that was still buzzing and the Calamity Star next to it, he finally swallowed back the scolding that came to his lips.
This kid is a Mad Dog, he really made him anxious. I'm afraid he will have to stay here tonight as an old man.
"In that case, please Lord Fang listen."
Eunuch Liu cleared his throat, and his voice instantly became sharp and high-pitched, echoing in the empty lobby.
"Emperor, the Emperor of Heaven, decrees: Punishment Department Seventh Squad General Flag Fang Mo, commendable for his loyalty and bravery, slaying demons and defending the Tao, and has repeatedly performed extraordinary feats. Last night, in the battle of East City, Evil Spirit was killed and the prestige of our country was promoted. He was specially promoted to the Punishment Department White Tiger Hall Hundred Households, give Flying Fish Robe, the title of a prisoner. I hope you will work diligently in government, keep up your efforts, and do not let me down. I appreciate this!"