Thick lead clouds hang low, almost crushing the undulating cornices of Divine Capital.
The air was damp, cold and sticky, mixed with the smell of corpses wafting from the mass graves outside the city and the sour stench from the streets and sewers. It was like a shroud soaked in old blood, covering the entire city and suffocating it.
A Zitan Soft Sedan ran over the waterlogged Bluestone Slab road, and the wheels creaked, making a harsh noise on the depressing Long Street.
The body of the sedan was pitch black and engraved with complex golden python patterns, which were specially designed for Imperial Household, but now it had become the vehicle of several people covered in blood.
This team is too eye-catching, full of indescribable weirdness and absurdity.
The one who opened the way was a bald Monk, holding a string of White Bone Prayer Beads that had been mottled by Earth Lung Poison Fire.
The monk's robe was so tattered that only a few strips of cloth were left hanging on his body, revealing his thin but strong back. Every time he took a step, the sole of his foot left a faint Blood Lotus Mark on the stone slab. He walked without even acknowledging his relatives and was extremely domineering.
To the left followed a thin and handsome young man. His upper body was wrapped in a very ill-fitting mink fur, but his lower body was bare and his legs were dangling in the cold wind.
He had a frivolous smile unique to a playboy on his face, winking at the young ladies and young wives peeping behind the closed doors and windows on the roadside, and his whole body exuded the weird smell of a nouveau riche mixed with the master Aura.
On the right is a silent iron tower.
The man's naked upper body showed a strange dark red color, like iron ingots just fished out of a steel-making furnace.
The cold rain dripped from the eaves and turned into white mist before it touched his skin.
Within a radius of three feet, the heat wave is overwhelming, so no strangers should be allowed to approach.
At the end of the line, there was a rickety old man hanging.
He was holding the Tobacco Pipe that had turned off the flame in his hand. He walked without touching the ground with his feet, flickering in and out of the shadows, just like an old ghost wandering the streets during the day.
The shops along the street had opened their doors early, and they only dared to peek out through the gaps.
When the quacks at the tea stalls and the police patrolling the streets saw this group of Calamity Star crossing the border, they all held their breath and retreated to the base of the wall, for fear of being contaminated by the soaring bad luck.
News spreads faster than the plague in this huge Vanity Fair.
Mass Grave The shaking of the ground outside the city had already alarmed half of Divine Capital.
In addition, White Tiger Hall's predecessor Hundred Households Lei Heng's corpse is still cold. Now, not only is the instigator not dead, but he has been killed and killed, which has made countless people's hearts collapse to the extreme.
"Did you see that? That's the new White Tiger Hall Hundred Households Fang Mo."
"Shh! Keep your voice down! Didn't you see that the sedan was covered in blood? I heard that he killed all Imperial Guards outside the city!"
"Madman... this is a madman..."
Whispers came into the sedan.
Fang Mo leaned on the couch and closed his eyes to rest.
Li Mingyue huddled in the corner, clutching Spring Embroidered Saber in his hand, staring at Fang Mo with a pair of eyes warily, like an injured wild cat that had not yet let down its guard.
"Don't look at it. If you look at it again, you will see me as a flower."
Fang Mo didn't even raise his eyelids, "If you are afraid that I will sell you, you can go down now."
Li Mingyue bit his lip and said nothing.
She really has nowhere to go now. The competition within Demon Suppression Division is more intense than a dog fighting ring. If she goes back half-dead, she will become a stepping stone for others if she doesn't survive.
The sedan stopped at the gate of the Punishment Department.
This place was originally the territory of Lei Heng, and it was very majestic. There were always two rows of Captain standing at the door with their nostrils pointing upward.
But today, the door was closed, and there wasn't even a ghostly figure guarding the door.
"Knock on the door." Fang Mo said calmly.
Iron Bull took a step forward and kicked him directly without using his hands.
Boom!
The two heavy red lacquered doors, as well as the door bolts behind the doors, were smashed to pieces by this kick, and sawdust flew everywhere.
In the yard, a group of Captain and Junior Officer who had gathered together to whisper were frightened out of their wits by the sudden loud noise. They all froze in place like quails whose necks were strangled.
Fang Mo got out of the sedan.
The originally tattered Jailer Uniform on his body had long been turned into strips of cloth, revealing his muscular chest covered with gold and red lines.
He didn't even wear shoes, stepping on the broken wood with his bare feet as he walked into the compound step by step.
"What? There is a death in the family? Who are you showing to everyone with their mournful faces?"
Fang Mo glanced across the audience.
None of the Punishment Department officers who usually ran rampant and domineering in Divine Capital dared to look at him at the moment.
What's more, his legs softened and he knelt directly on the ground.
"Hundred... Master Hundred Households..." A slightly bolder Junior Officer stood up tremblingly, "Young men... Young men are here to welcome you back home..."
"Welcome?"
Fang Mo walked up to the man, reached out and patted his face.
The force was neither light nor heavy, but it made Junior Officer's teeth chatter.
"Since it is a respectful greeting, it must be a bit respectful."
Fang Mo pointed at the empty corridor.
"Throw all Old Bastard Lei Heng's things out. White Tiger Hall, change your name from now on."
"Change what?"
"Prison Suppression Division."
Fang Mo grinned, a red light flashing in his eyes.
"This place will not be managed by Imperial Court from now on, but by me. Do you understand?"
"Got... got it!"
That Junior Officer was so frightened that he peed his pants and crawled on the ground to ask for help to move things.
The Punishment Department, which was originally heavy on the Death Qi, suddenly exploded.
Everyone started to move under Fang Mo's lust, fearing that if they were a step too slow, they would be crushed to death by Calamity Star.
Fang Mo ignored these miscellaneous fish and went straight to the backyard.
That was Lei Heng's former residence, and it was also the place with the best view and the most luxury in the Punishment Department.
"Da Gui."
"Here you are, boss!" Qian Dagui is instructing several servants to move tables.
"Go and call the chefs from the restaurant you bought. Today we will set the table in the courtyard."
Fang Mo sat down on Grand Tutor Chair under the corridor, casually plucked a piece of weed from the corridor and held it in his mouth, his eyes gradually becoming distracted.
This is not a daze, but a review.
From the God King Heart dirty underground, to the Breaking Qi Crossbow arrow array of Eunuch Liu, to the meaningful Mud Pig Rolling.
This series of things is like a mess, seemingly unrelated, but in fact there is a hidden mystery.
Eunuch Liu That last look and that move where he was covered in mud were too deliberate.
A Grand Eunuch has all the power and represents the face of the royal family.
If you really wanted to grab something, it would be fine if you missed it. Why would you make yourself so embarrassed?
Unless... he wanted someone to see his embarrassment on purpose.
Deliberately letting someone know that even he Eunuch Liu suffered a big loss at the hands of Fang Mo and was unable to get that thing back.
Fang Mo's fingers gently tapped the armrest of Grand Tutor Chair.
"Interesting."
He spat out the weeds in his mouth, his eyes refocused and became as sharp as a knife.
This Divine Capital water was deeper and muddier than he imagined.
And he, Fang Mo, is now the piece of Shitou that was thrown into the water. Not only does he want to stir up waves, but he also wants to turn up all the mud under the stagnant water.