Willow Slope The evening breeze, carrying a bone-chilling chill, blew through this area Asura Field.
The originally emerald green leaves among the grass were now dyed dark red by the splashing liquid, revealing a strange color under the light of the cold moon.
The air was filled with the smell of burnt gunpowder and rust-like smell, so rich that it almost liquefied, forming a sticky swamp in the low-lying areas.
Mo Qianshan's roar after killing his enemy has subsided and turned into intermittent heavy breathing.
His wide, calloused palms tightly grasped Liu San's head, his fingers sunk deeply into the gaps in the skull, and his knuckles turned blue from the extreme exertion.
This man, who had been tortured by Great Qian Dark Prison for three years, was now kneeling on the gravel-covered dirt floor. The blood all over his body dried quickly in the cold wind and condensed into patches of dark purple blood scabs.
The long-suppressed grief and anger burst out at this moment, and his hoarse voice echoed in the valley, not like the cry of a human being, but more like the cry of a wounded wild beast in the night.
This is catharsis, a ritual to vomit out all the resentment that has eaten away at the bone marrow in Dark Prison.
Fang Mo stood in the middle of the battlefield, his official boots stepping on the wet blue bricks, and he didn't rush over.
The Blood Soul Blade at his waist has not yet been sheathed, and the blade is rhythmically beating slightly in the moonlight, as if it is greedily capturing the soul Spiritual Qi breath scattered in the air.
In Netherworld Ghost Eye's field of vision, the remnant souls of the guards who had just died were being pulled by an invisible force, flowing into his sea of qi, nourishing the silent Prison Suppressor.
He turned his eyes away and looked at the few carriages that luckily did not disintegrate in the chaos.
There is no deviation in the identification of Mo Qianshan. Although these carriages bear the guise of Ministry of War Salvage Old Military Equipment, their wooden structures are extremely heavy, and the deep marks left by the wheels running over the official road are enough to show that they carry an astonishing load.
Fang Mo stepped forward and used one hand to lift off the oilcloth covering it.
What is exposed to the moonlight is not rusty iron pieces, but rows of neatly stacked Military Crossbow.
Power Crossbow of this specification is equipped with a Dragon Sinew string pull, and Armor Piercing Formation Script is engraved on the arrow groove. It is a prohibited killing weapon only available to Divine Capital Garrison.
In the wooden box next to it, there are Kirin Pattern Iron Armor lined with soft armor neatly stacked.
This kind of equipment is rare even for border warriors.
And under the cover of these murderous weapons, a dazzling golden light emerged from several open gaps.
That was Qian Dagui's happiest moment.
The fat man jumped out of the grass, his movements defying his size.
He was holding a heavy box of gold ingots, his round face full of excitement.
He stretched out his finger and tapped Gold Ingot. Hearing the crisp echo, he was so happy that he couldn't open his mouth from ear to ear.
The quantity of these goods far exceeded his expectation. In addition to the excellent Pure Gold, there were also a large number of Eastern Pearl from Northern Border and Blood Agate from Western Desert. If you take one out of Divine Capital, you can exchange it for a set of Three-Courtyard.
The boss has indeed made a fortune. Qian Dagui put Gold Ingot in his arms and shouted that the extra money this time was enough to buy half a Changle Ward.
Fang Mo turned a blind eye to these mountains of wealth. He walked towards the last seemingly shabby carriage. The chassis of this car was three inches higher than the other cars, and the wear marks on the axles were also very new. The Blood Soul Blade in his hand passed by at an angle, and the hard Rosewood bottom plate was neatly split open, revealing the dark layer hidden inside.
A Rosewood box was lying there quietly. The wooden texture was delicate and exuded a light fragrance. The lock even had a Sealing Strip that was only found in the palace.
Split the lock with one knife.
Lying quietly inside were several thick volumes of Ledger.
Fang Mo Opened a book casually and read it under the moonlight.
The details of each transaction are densely recorded on it: in a certain year and a certain month, Western Desert Pure Land Temple Wrought Iron was given five thousand catties; in a certain year and a certain month, three thousand pieces of Northern Border Demon Race furs were received, which was converted into two hundred thousand taels of silver...
Where is Ledger? This is clearly Minister of War Zhang Tao's reminder to collude with foreign enemies and resell military supplies.
"Boss, it's time to get paid!" Qian Dagui ran over with a box of gold ingots in his arms, smiling so hard that he couldn't see his eyes. "How much does it cost? When we come out this time, just this extra money will..."
"Divide this money among the brothers." Fang Mo closed Ledger and threw it to Old Yan, "Put these Ledger, Old Yan away."
Old Yan's hand shook as he took Ledger, and the folds on his face trembled. "Fang Tou, this thing is very hot. If you hand this over, the whole Divine Capital will be shaken. The forces behind Zhang Tao are so intricate that they may even be involved..."
He didn't dare to say anything further and pointed in the direction of the Imperial Palace.
"Hand it in?" Fang Mo sneered, "Why do you have to hand it in?"
He looked at the Ledger in his hand, with a cunning light flashing in his eyes.
"Sending it directly to the Emperor is something stupid people do. In addition to getting a commendation order that may not be honored, it will only make us the target of public criticism. Moreover, the Emperor may not want to see this thing. Sometimes, a confused account is better than a clean account."
Fang Mo took out the fire stick from his pocket and blew it brightly.
"Qian Dagui."
"Here!"
"Your business is big, so you should have a lot of opportunities at Divine Capital, right?"
Qian Dagui patted his chest. "That's a must! From the princes and nobles to the three religions and the nine sects, as long as it is a place where money is recognized, there is no door that I, Qian Family, cannot enter."
"Okay." Fang Mo handed Ledger to Qian Dagui, "I want you to find dozens of gentlemen who are good at writing overnight and copy me a hundred copies of the contents of this Ledger. Remember, the key pages, that is, the parts involving the transactions between Zhang Tao and his political enemies, should be highlighted in bold."
Qian Dagui was stunned. "Why copy it? You want a hundred copies?"
"Then, early tomorrow morning, send these manuscripts to the homes of Censorate, the censors who like to bite people the most, and in the hands of Zhang Tao's sworn enemies in the court." Fang Mo blew out the fire certificate and watched the wisp of smoke dissipate, "Especially Vice Minister Li, who competes most fiercely with Zhang Tao for the position of Minister of War, give him two copies."
Old Yan was dumbfounded and took a breath. "Fang Tou, are you going to..."
"Muddy the water." The corner of Fang Mo's mouth raised a cold arc, "Since Zhang Tao dares to put his hand into my territory, then I will set fire to his backyard. Let them bite dogs, the more fierce the better."
"As for this original..." Fang Mo shook the Ledger in his hand, "This is our Block C, Room Shen prison's future Protective Talisman. As long as this thing is in our hands for a day, no matter who wants to touch us, they have to weigh it to see if it will be burned to ashes by this fire."
"High! Really high!" Old Yan gave a thumbs up, this time with sincere admiration.
This Borrowing Strength move not only avenged him, but also did not involve himself, and also conveniently took advantage of the high officials in the court. This scheming is simply deeper than those old bureaucrats who have lived for decades.
"Clean up and take away all the useful things. Burn the rest." Fang Mo turned and walked towards Mo Qianshan, "Have you cried enough? Get up when you have cried enough. From now on, your life is mine. You are not allowed to die casually without my permission."
Mo Qianshan wiped away his tears and stood up. He did not speak, but walked silently behind Fang Mo, like a silent mountain.
That night, flames shot into the sky outside Divine Capital city.
And the next day Divine Capital Imperial Court is destined to usher in a storm more violent than fire.