Within Yumen Pass, Post Station.
This is a government-run post house. It was originally a place for envoys and generals traveling between Western Desert and Central Plains to rest and change their horses. However, at this moment, this old civil building was extremely quiet. It can be heard that Postmaster and the handymen led the horses and ran away as early as the moment White Bone War Chariot drove into the yard. They even forgot the dry firewood used for making tea in the backyard by the stove.
The wind and sand hit the broken bamboo curtain, making a snapping sound.
Fang Mo is sitting in Bamboo Chair next to the window on the second floor, holding a coarse porcelain cup in his hand, with half of Leftover Tea left in the cup.
The tea stems were floating on the turbid water, which had long lost its heat. He stared out the window, looking across the empty courtyard to the official roads hidden in the dust.
In the center of the courtyard, the War Chariot built with Dragon Blood Qilin Horse spines lay quietly among the rocks.
Iron Bull's thick upper body was naked, holding a ball of blood-stained rags in his hands, wiping the row of white ribs again and again.
The solidified purple Black Blood blocks in the gaps in the skeleton were picked away little by little, revealing the gray and white lines that Lin Horse Bone was born with in his bones.
The green fire in the eye sockets of Qilin Horse's skull was now only two big balls, but it was still flickering with the wind.
Qian Dagui was squatting on the roof of the car, struggling to hold the incomplete Golden Abacus.
His originally luxurious Silk Robe was cut into strips, and the exposed white tender flesh was covered with many dark red blood scabs.
He was muttering something in a low voice, and his skinny fingers moved the beads wildly. Golden Abacus The only surviving golden bead hit back and forth in the frame, making a crisp and rhythmic sound.
"Those Blood Dissolving Crystal from Pure Land Temple are worth at least 600,000 taels. Ten-Thousand-Year Corpse Oil from the White Bone Sect, although the smell is a bit strong, they are from Imperial Household The rare items that we covet, at least another five hundred thousand taels were brought in. There are also boxes of Spirit Stones... Damn Fatty Wang, at least one million taels of Red Goods have been taken away from us."
While Qian Dagui was calculating, his eyelids were twitching in distress. On the way back from the edge of Western Desert, they broke into more than a dozen Heretical Sects strongholds.
Those Sect co-rudders who usually dominate Great Sand Sea barely lasted half a cup of tea in the hands of Fang Mo. The accumulation of wealth is based on extreme violence, and every piece of Spirit Stones has the souls of those cultists attached to it.
In the wing room on the second floor, the wooden boards on the bed made a slight creaking sound.
Li Mingyue struggled to hold up his upper body, his long hair spread over his shoulders.
Her face, which was always cold and frosty, looked sickly pale at the moment. Because her heartbeat was so strong, every breath she took was accompanied by severe pain from her internal organs being burned by fire.
She looked down at her chest.
There was a Demon Buddha Sarira forcibly driven into it by Fang Mo, which was the Cultivation Essence of the Old Ancestor Kongji millennium. It was originally a sinister Evil Spirit thing, but was forcibly purified by the power of Prison Suppressor into the Spiritual Medicine that kept her alive.
The golden air flow slowly moved under her skin, like countless tiny dragons repairing the cracked organs.
"You really dare to bring this car of things into the customs."
Li Mingyue looked at her back by the window, her voice hoarse. She was originally the Battalion Commander of Demon Suppression Division, the guardian of the Great Qian order. But now, she was sitting in a carriage saved by a maniac who killed officials and caused chaos in the Buddhist Kingdom, surrounded by stolen goods that could drive the powerful Divine Capital parties crazy. This misplacement of identity made her feel a little ridiculous.
Fang Mo turned around and threw the cup of cold tea out of the window.
"As long as you have life, there is no place in this world that you dare not enter."
He walked up to Li Mingyue and found an empty seat to sit down.
Four Divine Treasuries in Fang Mo's body was still roaring unconsciously at this time.
Within the Kidney Palace, the mass of Black Water Essence Qi was constantly nourishing the dry meridians. In order to protect his heart meridians, the Nian Nu'er demon almost exhausted its source and fell into a deep sleep. Only a faint fluctuation was still reverberating deep in Divine Treasury.
Among the Lung Palace, the Geng Gold Killing Aura has become more and more fierce due to the continuous killings, and there are vague signs of breaking through the existing bottleneck.
"What's going on over there at Western Desert can't be spread so fast inside the customs. By the time those little bald guys who are not dead get together and come over the mountain, we will already be drinking at Divine Capital." Fang Mo pointed to the bag of Pig Trotter that was still shiny on the desk, which Wang Youan left behind before leaving.
Li Mingyue frowned and looked at the bag of Pig Trotter: "Li Fuguo will not let you go back alive. Shadow Weaver is just the first wave. You ended his life in Liuxi Village, and in Gobi Beach Commander killed the people he sent to pick up the goods again. Now all the entrances and exits of Divine Capital are probably covered with your portraits. Secret sentries inside Demon Suppression Division, patrols in various provinces, and even Imperial Guards of Imperial Household. If you go back, you will die."
"Death?"
Fang Mo smiled. That smile was not gentle, but revealed a ferocity that had been honed in the mountain of corpses Blood Sea.
"Commander Li, that so-called order in your mouth, when Western Desert was smashed by my punch, you should have understood the truth. The rules in this world are made by the strong for the weak. I, Fang Family has been guarding Heavenly Prison for three generations. I have to take back the wrongs my parents suffered. I have to write down the debts owed by those old dogs who hide in the Palace and plot people one by one on Record of Punishing Crimes."
He stood up, walked to the bag of Pig Trotter, and tore open the oil paper with his bare hands, revealing the red and shiny meat inside. He took a bite, and the sound of the bones cracking between his teeth was extremely clear.
"This way back to Divine Capital is not just to enter the city. Those who want to see my jokes or want my head on my neck, as long as they reach out, I will chop off those claws and make them into fuel for Prison Suppressor. I want to see whether it is Li Fuguo's power or my fists that are stronger."
Downstairs, Qian Dagui shouted again.
"Boss! We've figured it out! The remaining things were converted into official silver, which is a total of two million and one million taels! This doesn't include those unvalued pages of exercises! We returned to Divine Capital, even if we bought the whole street of the White Tiger Hall and transformed it into a bathhouse, it would be enough!"
Fang Mo walked to the window and shouted downstairs, "Stop talking nonsense. Go and see if Iron Bull fed those blood ginseng to the horse corpse. If this skeleton cart falls apart after entering the pass, I will cut off the fat on your body and use it as parts."
Qian Dagui shrunk his neck and crawled to the stable to find the few Divine Ginseng that had not yet been digested.
Fang Mo turned around and looked at Li Mingyue.
"Can you still walk? If you can't walk, I will lock you in the box at the back of the carriage. If you return Divine Capital, you will still be your Demon Suppression Division Battalion Commander. As for Kongji, I will take care of it."
Li Mingyue stared at Fang Mo, with somewhat complicated emotions in her cold eyes. She struggled to get out of bed, and due to her unhealed injuries, her steps were a little shaky when she landed. But after the foot was firmly planted, the broken Spring Embroidered Saber at her waist trembled spontaneously.
"Demon Suppression Division people never need others to die for them. Since I followed you here, let's go to Divine Capital and have a look. Let's see if the 'debt collection' you Fang Mo said is a bluff, or if you really want to blow up that Forbidden City."
Li Mingyue stretched out his hand, grabbed the edge of the table, and tried to straighten his spine. The fierce aura that belonged exclusively to Battalion Commander, under the urging of Demon Buddha Sarira, began to faintly conflict with the Sha Qi on Fang Mo.
Three days later.
At dawn, a huge and weird War Chariot broke out of the fence of Post Station and sped towards the mountains in the east. The white bone wheels made a harsh friction sound on the hard official road.
On the horizon in the distance, the rising sun is rising, but it cannot illuminate the thick clouds over the city of Gods hidden at the end of the Guanzhong Plain. There are shadows that have lingered for hundreds of years, and countless souls of injustice and greed are buried there.
Fang Mo sat cross-legged on the roof of the car, feeling the wind whistling past his ears. Prison Suppressor in his body let out a low roar, like a beast that had been trapped for too long and was about to see the light of day again.
Divine Capital, close.