Chapter 134 No Taboos

"Move, die; shout, die."

Cold and low voices rang out in the hall. The man was wearing a mask, and the two men had no idea how he appeared.

Inspector Qian Cheng felt the cold touch on the side of his neck and dared not move.

The recorder's chest rose and fell, but he remained calm overall. He narrowed his eyes and looked across at the opposite side.

"Breaking into the Mint is a serious crime. If you have any difficulties, please talk to us. We might be able to help."

The masked man reached into his pocket and took out a token, "Xuanji Guard, investigate the case."

The clerk gasped and his eyes widened. Was he exposed after all?

Minting bad money is a job that requires one to put their head on the line.

It’s just that they have been living in peace for too long, and many people have lost their sense of awe and deceive themselves that they can keep it a secret for a lifetime.

Without getting up, he drank the sour plum soup in front of him.

They don't have the conditions to store ice here, but this is also cooled with well water, making it perfect for a refreshing drink in the afternoon.

"Your Excellency, there is no need to do this. I will cooperate with whatever you are here to investigate."

The situation he was worried about finally happened, but he found himself calmer than he thought.

"Hand over the account books for minting bad money."

The clerk smiled bitterly, and the last bit of hope in his heart disappeared.

He slowly stood up and bowed.

"Four years ago, a locust plague ravaged Qingyao Prefecture. After working hard for half a year, the fields yielded nothing.

The tax burden has been reduced by 50%, which is already a great favor from the emperor.

Unfortunately, I am a disappointing person and have failed in many examinations. I am still a student in my twenties.

My widowed mother couldn't afford the money to support my studies, so she had to sell her land.

I didn't want my mother to become a tenant farmer, so I moved my family to Bailu County to seek refuge.

Three days later, the neighborhood head acted as a guarantor and paid the money to rent a house for me, and also found a job as a copyist for me.

I realized that I was not cut out for the imperial examination, so I raised money from people in the community to help me pass the exam to become a doctorate student in mathematics.

Two years ago, I was recruited as a clerk at the Mint Quality Inspection Department, ninth rank."

He straightened his back, straightened his clothes, and looked straight at the Xuanji Guard holding a sword opposite him.

"My name is Zhao Wensu, I'm good at shorthand and am known as Zhao Kuaishou.

My Lord, the Bailu County Mint did not mint counterfeit coins as you claim, so naturally, there are no account books."

The next moment, a thin line of blood appeared on Zhao Wensu's neck.

With a calm smile still on his lips, the body fell to the ground with a bang.

The pupils of Inspector Qian Cheng suddenly shrank into two needle-points, like ink dots pierced by a sharp blade, trembling and dissipating in the eye sockets.

The blood color on his cheeks quickly faded, turning into a layer of bluish-gray deathly pale.

His Adam's apple rolled up and down in spasm, and the veins in his neck bulged, but he couldn't utter a single word, only a broken hissing sound remained.

The cold voice sounded again, "Xuan Ji investigates cases without any taboos.

Zhao Wensu has a widowed mother at home. What about you? Who else do you have at home?"

"What do you mean!"

The man's eyes were calm. "It means that the whole family will be harmed. If you refuse to confess, your relatives will be slaughtered."

Inspector Qian Cheng clenched his fists tightly, "You are a palace guard, you must act according to the law!"

"Heh..." A sneer sounded, "Do you know what the sin of minting bad coins is? Are you talking to me about the law?

For the last time, where is the account book? If you don’t tell me, I promise to send your whole family to hell within one day.”

His lips opened and closed unconsciously, cold sweat slid across the stiff corners of his mouth, and condensed into turbid water marks on his jaw.

His five fingers dug into his palms tightly, and his whole body was like a puppet with its tendons pulled out. Only his eyes were fixed on Zhao Wensu's body, and he watched the blood spread out.

“Hehehe, hehehe…”

Chen Yuheng suddenly couldn't help laughing. He was the Inspector Qian Cheng, a seventh-rank official, but he was not as courageous as Zhao Kuaishou, the clerk.

"Your humble servant, Chen Yuheng, the Inspector of Money, has never heard of testing whether a coin is bad or not."

With a hiss, the sound of cloth breaking was heard, and the long sword pierced Chen Yuheng's chest.

A sharp pain struck his heart, Chen Yuheng frowned and breathed rapidly, looking down at the tip of the sword sticking out of his chest.

The next moment, he was lifted up rudely and rushed out the door, bypassing the desk.

He kicked open the door and appeared in the government office with Dalala being held hostage.

"Master Chen!"

One of his men noticed something unusual and immediately cried out in surprise.

“Run, run!”

Chen Yuheng endured the severe pain as the long sword pierced the center of his chest, avoiding the vital parts and not killing him for the time being.

But being dragged roughly, every step was painful and heart-wrenching.

He shouted at the top of his lungs, but then there was a sound of a flying knife piercing the throat of the clerk.

The eyes were filled with dazzling red, and he fell straight down, and died in the blink of an eye!

At this moment, a whisper sounded in my ear, "From now on, everyone you see will die, all because of you."

The official residence was a place for rest in the past. It was afternoon now, and most of the officials of the Quality Inspection Department were here.

The shouts and the sound of the body falling to the ground aroused people's vigilance, and many people soon came over.

The sound of breaking through the air rang out in the corridor one after another. Anyone who attacked only needed a flying knife, and no one could resist it.

"No!"

Chen Yuheng's eyes were bloodshot. He struggled desperately, but the hand behind him seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, locking him tightly so that he couldn't move.

The Xuanji Guard seemed to be very familiar with the structure of this place, and he locked him and walked forward.

In less than half a cup of tea, no one was left alive except Chen Yuheng.

Eleven people, all died on the spot!

“Is there any bad money being minted?”

He had very little patience. After waiting for three breaths without any response, he dragged the person away.

The offices of the seven mints were connected together, leaving the Quality Inspection Office and heading straight to the Treasury Office.

The rain poured down on Chen Yuheng's face, and he suddenly came back to his senses. "Run! There's an assassin! Run!"

There were soldiers patrolling the village from Qianjian Town. When they heard the shouting from afar, they immediately sounded the alarm.

The sharp whistle spread quickly and soon became one, and more and more people were rushing towards the temple.

Um... With a groan, Chen Yuheng fell to the ground.

Xuanji Wei drew his sword and strode past him. "It's a sight to see everyone who died because of you."

His figure suddenly disappeared, and the next moment, he appeared among the garrison troops.

The sword shone with a cold light, and corpses fell to the ground one after another.

Many people didn't even draw their swords, didn't even see the enemy, and were defeated at the first blow, without any ability to fight back!

Chen Yuheng suppressed the severe pain in his chest and raised his head suddenly, his body shaking like a sieve.

My palms passed through the rain in vain, and the cry from the depths of my soul resounded through the sky:

"No!"