The White Bone War Chariot was parked in the middle, its white bones glowing with a cold glow in the sky. Under the wheels, two skateboards made of Flood Dragon Horse's ribs were deeply embedded in the stone crevices, making a sour friction sound, and then stopped.
The eunuch in green robe stood ten steps in front of War Chariot, with Fly Whisk in his hand on his arm, and the bright yellow roll of Imperial Decree was held in his palm without handing it out. His slender triangular eyes narrowed slightly, looking past White Bones, and fell on the young man sitting cross-legged on the roof of the car.
The surrounding air was so solemn that it seemed as if it was filled with lead. Behind the cornices and brackets on both sides of the street, countless obscure Aura had already locked onto the War Chariot. It was the Divine Arm Crossbow from Imperial Guard, and the arrow clusters were fed with Po Gang's poison. As long as the father-in-law who delivered the message gave an order, or if the man on the roof made even the slightest movement, the War Chariot from Western Desert would instantly turn into a hedgehog.
This is a silent game.
The eunuch is waiting. He is waiting for Fang Mo to be furious, waiting for this Calamity Star who just crawled out from the dead to draw his sword. As long as Fang Mo dares to show the slightest bit of hatred towards Imperial Order at this juncture No disrespect, those Death Warriors who have already drawn their bowstrings have a reason to take action. It may be troublesome to kill a Hundred Households of Subordinate Third Rank in the street, but if it is to kill a fanatic who resists and disobeys the order, it is only natural.
"Lord Fang, you still don't accept the order?"
The eunuch shook Fly Whisk lightly in his hand and dusted off the dust on his boots, "This is His Majesty's great kindness to you. After killing so many people, we can still keep this official skin, which means we His Majesty are kind."
The wind blew across the roof of the car.
Fang Mo sat cross-legged, and the Flood Dragon Horse skull beneath him made a subtle hollow sound.
He looked at the eunuch, and his dark eyes were as calm as a pool of stagnant water. There was no anger, no gratitude, not even a trace of unnecessary emotion.
He stretched out his hand.
The hand was still stained with blood scabs that had dried up and turned black, and the roughness of Western Desert sand remained between the fingernails.
He did not kneel down, but stretched out his hand and grabbed the scroll of Imperial Decree that symbolized Imperial Power from the eunuch's hand.
His actions were rough and disrespectful.
"You..." The eunuch's expression froze and he was about to have a seizure.
Fang Mo exerted force with his five fingers and squeezed the Imperial Decree shaft. He put it in his arms and said in a calm tone, "Since father-in-law has finished announcing his decree, why don't you leave? Are you waiting for me to make room for you in the car and put your head on it to make up for the number?"
The white bone baffle on the side of the carriage slid open half a foot in time.
A strong Corpse Odor spurted out along with the bloody smell. The dozens of heads stacked together seemed to have all opened their eyes at this moment, staring at the green-robed eunuch.
The eunuch felt a chill running down his spine and into the back of his head, and the reprimand that had reached his lips was choked back into his stomach. He was also an old man from the Palace, and he was used to seeing dirty tricks, but this was the first time in his life that he had seen such a lunatic who treated heads as souvenirs and loaded them into a cart.
"Okay... very good!" The eunuch's face turned pale, he took three steps back, got on his sedan chair, and shouted sharply, "Get up the sedan chair! Go back to the palace!"
The group of people came and left as quickly as they came, escaping the ominous War Chariot like they were avoiding the plague.
"It's over, it's all over."
Qian Dagui sat down on the head of the pile of people, Golden Abacus in his arms stopped moving, his round face was full of Despair, "Boss, we White Tiger Hall's Hundred Households position is not warm yet, so you are going to finish it? Block C, Room Shen prison... Isn't that Death Prison, which guards serious criminals? Is that a place for people to stay?"
The more he thought about it, the more he was losing money. In order to get into the White Tiger Hall, he wrote a heart-shaking letter home to Lineage, and then defrauded him of a huge sum of money to decorate the storefront. Now, it was good, the money was wasted, and he still had to go to that ghost place where it was said that even rats had to take a detour to work as warden.
"Shut up." Fang Mo jumped off the roof of the car and landed on Yudao Bluestone Slab.
He turned back and looked at the closed door of the White Tiger Hall. The plaque "White Tiger Hall" on the lintel was still majestic, but he could feel that it no longer belonged to him. The change of power was so cheap in Divine Capital. As long as the One Above used his words, you would fall from the clouds into the quagmire.
"What's wrong with warden?" Old Yan knocked Pipe Bowl, a glimmer of light flashed in his cloudy old eyes, "As long as you have a knife in your hand, there is a government office everywhere. When our car Red Goods arrives at Block C, Room Shen prison, that is the real hard currency."
Li Mingyue was holding on to the edge of the car, her face still pale, but her eyes were not dimmed because of her relegation. She looked at Fang Mo's tall and straight back, and the young man's spine had never bent even half a degree.
"Let's go." Fang Mo turned around and got into the car with a low voice, "Since the boss wants me to go back to Heavenly Prison, then I will go back. Just in time, I haven't had enough of the food there."
White Bone War Chariot starts again.
The huge bone wheel rolled over the royal road, making a dull roar that shook the windows on both sides of the city. This time, no one dared to stop it, and no one cheered. The eyeliners hiding in the dark on both sides of the street watched the ferocious War Chariot slowly driving towards the north of the city with a deadly look.
In that direction, the sky is always gloomy.
Thick dark clouds hang low, as if they are within reach. A huge black fortress is like an ancient beast, crouching in the shadows, swallowing all the light.
That's Divine Capital Heavenly Prison.
Great Qian Dynasty is the darkest, dirtiest, and most Despair place. But in Fang Mo's eyes, there is no fear there, only the familiar, blood-curdling smell.
That's the taste of home.
It also smells like Hunting Ground.