The outline of Divine Capital spreads out on the horizon, like a giant beast dormant on the plain. The dark city wall towers into the clouds, cutting off the sky and the world.
The surface of the wall is poured with Sticky Rice Paste mixed with Molten Iron. After thousands of years of wind and rain, it glows with a cold and hard gray.
On the official road, the carriages and horses are like dragons.
Merchants, envoys, and travelers from all over Great Qian gathered here, and the noise merged into a boiling sea of people.
However, this noise was cut off by a Invisible Big Hand when it was still three miles away from the city gate.
Everyone stopped and retreated to both sides in horror, leaving the central royal road that could accommodate eight carriages running parallel.
A creepy War Chariot is slowly approaching.
It was not a carriage made of ordinary wood, but made up of dozens of thick Pale White Skeletons, and every bone exuded the heart-stopping Ominous Aura.
The wheels had long been worn out, and were replaced by skateboards made of ground Flood Dragon Horse ribs, plowing two deep pale marks on the Bluestone Slab road.
In the two huge skull eye sockets on the front of the car, the green fire has long been extinguished, leaving only two black holes, as if coldly staring at this bustling Imperial Capital.
"What kind of monster is this?"
"Shh! Shut up if you don't want to die! That's the Punishment Department brand!"
The crowd was whispering, but no one dared to look directly at the young man wearing Moon White Green Shirt on the roof of the car.
Fang Mo was sitting cross-legged on the roof of the car, his clothes rustling in the wind from high above.
The string of Human Bone Prayer Beads in his hand has become much rounder, and there is a faint blood color in the bead body.
He squinted slightly and looked at the city gate tower, which was getting closer and closer. The two-character plaque Divine Capital hung on it. The handwriting was vigorous, but there was an indescribable feeling of depression.
"Back." Fang Mo whispered to himself softly, his voice torn by the wind.
At the gate of the city, the Imperial Guards defenders were already in chaos.
Captain, who was in charge of duty today, was a very discerning middle-aged man. From a long distance away, the bloody smell on the White Bone War Chariot made Tianling Gai numb.
He was about to stop drinking, but when he saw the Black Waist Token on Fang Mo's waist that swayed with his movements, he swallowed back the curse words that came to his lips.
It was the Hundred Households waist tag of the Punishment Department, and there were even a few dark red blood scabs on it that had not been wiped off.
"Sir!" Captain rushed forward bravely, stopped ten steps away from War Chariot, clasped his fists in salute, and bent down very low, "As a matter of routine, I would like to ask you where are you from, sir, and what... are you carrying in the car?"
Fang Mo didn't say anything, just stretched out his hand and patted the car hood underneath him.
"Click."
The bone plate on the side of the carriage slid open a gap.
There was no Gold, Silver, and Jewels light coming out, only a fishy sweetness that was so rich that it could hardly be dissolved.
Captain glanced up subconsciously, and his whole body froze in place.
In the carriage, dozens of heads were densely stacked.
Some have bald heads with ring scars, some have faces as ferocious as evil ghosts, and some are shriveled but still retain the terrifying pressure of the Dharma Aspect Realm. These heads are thrown together casually, like rotten cabbage that no one wants in the market.
"Western Desert, Branch Master of Eighteen Evil Sect Branches."
Fang Mo's voice was as plain as if he was announcing the name of a dish, "Add in an elder from the White Bone Sect and half a host from Pure Land Temple. Are these enough to be my City Entry Token?"
Captain's Adam's apple rolled violently, and the cold sweat instantly soaked the armor on his back. Where had he seen such a battle before? It usually took him a long time to write down a piece of paper to catch a thief, but this man was so good that he just pulled a carful of heads back.
"Enough... enough!" Captain didn't even dare to look at it a second time. He hurriedly turned sideways and shouted at his soldiers, "Let him go!"
Rumble--
The door Vermilion Main Gate, which was usually only open to princes and nobles, slowly opened with a harsh friction sound.
White Bone War Chariot restarted, ran over the smooth imperial road of Divine Capital, and drove into the city with great awe and horror.
In the carriage, Qian Dagui poked his head out from behind a pile of heads. He was still holding Golden Abacus tightly in his hand. His face turned pale and he said, "Boss, are we really okay with showing off like this? I just saw the housekeeper my father sent to pick me up. He was so scared that he got into the crowd and didn't dare to come out."
Old Yan was driving the car in front, still holding the pipe in his hand, but without igniting it. "Swaggering? This is called establishing authority. We are coming back this time to muddy the water. The lower we are, the faster we will die. Only when people can't figure out how crazy we are, those old dogs hiding in the dark will not dare to speak easily."
Fang Mo ignored the conversation between the two. His eyes passed through the layers of city and city pavilions, looking at the brilliant palace group in the center of Divine Capital, and the dark High Tower--Demon Suppression Division Headquarters on one side of the palace group, which looked like Giant Sword was inserted into the ground.
And in the shadow of Demon Suppression Division is the even more eerie Heavenly Prison, which has not seen the light of day all year round.
"Li Fuguo, Eunuch Liu..." Fang Mo tapped Human Bone Prayer Beads with his fingers, "Are you ready to receive the gift of this car?"
War Chariot turned around Vermilion Bird Avenue and drove straight towards the Punishment Department White Tiger Hall of West of the City. This was the place where Fang Mo started, and it was also his only foundation in Divine Capital.
However, when the familiar Black Stone Tower appeared in the field of vision, Fang Mo's fingers tapping Prayer Beads stopped.
The door of the White Tiger Hall is closed, with two crossed white Sealing Strip posted on it.
The porch where the Seventh Squad lantern should have been hung is now empty, with only a few dead leaves swirling in the wind.
"Blocked?" Iron Bull asked in a sullen voice, his hand already touching the huge leg bone beside him.
"As expected." Fang Mo jumped off the roof of the car, walked to the door, reached out and tore off the Sealing Strip that still smelled of ink.
At this moment, there was a rapid sound of horse hooves coming from the corner of the street.
A team of Embroidered Uniform Guards wearing Flying Fish Robe and Spring Embroidered Saber on their waist came galloping and stopped twenty steps away from Fang Mo and others.
The first person was not a military attache, but a middle-aged man wearing Blue Official Robe and holding Fly Whisk.
His face was pale and beardless, and his eyes were sinister. He was the eunuch Palace who came out to deliver the order. But he was not the Eunuch Liu who was frightened by Fang Mo, but a more unfamiliar face.
"But Punishment Department Hundred Households Fang Mo?" the eunuch said in a high-pitched voice, with a hint of arrogance in his tone.
Fang Mo turned around, did not salute, just looked at him quietly. "I am."
The eunuch frowned, obviously very dissatisfied with Fang Mo's rude attitude, but he glanced at the White Bone War Chariot that was still dripping blood, his eyelids twitched, and he did not dare to have an attack on the spot.
"Since you have returned to Beijing, let's take the order."
The eunuch unfolded a scroll of Bright Yellow Imperial Decree in his hand. He didn't care whether Fang Mo was kneeling or not, and read to himself, "The emperor is destined to be blessed by heaven, and he said: Punishment Department Hundred Households Fang Mo, Western Desert and his team have worked hard and made great achievements. Although they have done something extreme, their original intention is to serve the country, and the merits and demerits are outweighed. I hereby remove them from the post of the Punishment Department Hundred Households..."
When he heard the word "dismissed", the abacus in Qian Dagui's hand fell to the ground with a clatter, and his eyes nearly popped out.
The eunuch paused, a meaningful sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and continued, "... Effective immediately, Heavenly Prison Block C, Room Shen prison will be transferred to the post of Block C, Room Shen Prison Warden. The original team will be transferred together. I appreciate this!"