200 Dalong Prefecture Eight

At this moment, Jie Huayu and Wei Qinghui also looked at Piaomiaoyue with great curiosity. After all, it's not uncommon to see someone who knows magic.

Ordinary people, upon seeing magic, would assume it comes from immortals with profound cultivation, and that it's impossible for someone to only possess such rudimentary magic.

Seeing the questioning looks on everyone's faces, Piaomiaoyue explained, "The person I just mentioned is indeed a cultivator who possesses some magical abilities, mostly bloodline magic."

However, due to their own lack of cultivation, they are unable to master profound secret manuals, and most of them also lack suitable successors.

It can absorb spiritual energy, but it cannot continue to improve.

Within the royal city, there were also extraordinary individuals who could transform mud into rock, even harder than iron. Such talents were generally recruited by the royal family.

As for the others, they either lacked the abilities to be valued by the powerful families, or they were newcomers to the profession.

Of course, many of these people are exceptionally talented. However, many of them are now nowhere to be found.

He listened attentively and gained a lot. He then agreed with Jin Wen, saying, "If these people want to join the market, they can. The specific arrangements will depend on their actual abilities."

Jin Wen replied, "Yes, sir."

Then, after thinking for a moment, he said, "If it happens in the future, you should accept this matter first. As for the specific details," and paused there.

Piaomiaoyue took over the conversation and said softly, "I'll handle the matter of the extraordinary people. After I've organized some information about them, I'll hand it over to Inspector Jinwen."

If any further changes occur, I will handle them.

It's perfect that Piaomiaoyue took over this matter; she glanced at him, her eyes filled with gratitude.

Piaomiaoyue responded with a gentle smile, as if to say, "Such a small matter, no need for you to trouble yourself."

After chatting for about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the matter was nearly settled, and Elder Weng and the others took their leave to attend to the tasks assigned by their superiors. They walked away quickly.

When everyone arrived at the backyard, the women were all dressed up and waiting for them: slit dresses, showing off their long legs and hot figures; suspender dresses, cheongsam dresses, high-waisted pants, shorts, and high heels.

After cultivation, her appearance became unbelievably refined, and her body became infinitely miniature.

It instantly became noisy.

Pleasant whispers continued, a tingling sensation spread through her hair without wind, and she lay there lazily, unwilling to move.

Three hours later, I felt refreshed and relaxed, and fell asleep feeling light and airy.

In the past, the area of ​​Dalong Prefecture was densely populated, with bustling streets. However, the north and south were clearly distinct, with clear rivers and shady trees in the south, and flowers and fruits adorning the streets.

There were quite a few yamen runners patrolling the streets, well-dressed merchants, servants, and women, but even fewer beautiful women.

On both sides, brothels and restaurants exuded fragrant aromas. Even in the early morning, they were still brightly lit, blurring the lines between day and night. At this moment, two noble young men, dressed in brocade, were yawning.

He strolled leisurely out of the brothel entrance, still half asleep, yawning, his belt undone, lipstick marks still on his face.

He muttered, "Last night's job was really good. She's definitely new; I hit the jackpot. Apparently, she was forcibly taken from below. Excellent."

Another person, clutching their lower back, pounded it a few times and shook their head, saying, "Of course! There are new arrivals every month. Otherwise, how could we say that Young Master Gao is so capable?"

The two walked and talked, discussing their plans and agreeing to meet again this year.

The rumbling sound was the sound of perfectly synchronized footsteps, a continuous sound as if a war was about to break out.

Squads of soldiers, clad in heavy armor, marched forward in orderly formation. A deep, resonant voice announced, "War has broken out! Have enemies come to Dalong Prefecture? Why are there so many soldiers?"

The armor clashed against each other, producing a crisp metallic sound. The same pace, the rhythmic, deep breathing—tense, serious, and somber.

Just moments ago it was a clear morning, but now, a strong, malevolent aura enveloped the sky, making it difficult to breathe.

The sky instantly darkened, as if shrouded in thick clouds. A heavy, oppressive atmosphere filled the air, making it difficult to breathe.

The busy people were suddenly startled by the scene before them and quickly hid. They saw...

The soldiers, clad in heavy armor and wielding sharp weapons, with solemn faces and resolute eyes, surrounded many prosperous towns and aristocratic families with clear objectives.

One after another, siege crossbows were quickly prepared, their iron armor gleaming coldly, and their spears exuding a chilling aura.

A young commoner dressed in tattered clothes whispered, "They actually surrounded the Gao family. Aren't they afraid of dying?"

King Gao is a ruthless killer. He's cruel and vicious; offend him, and your entire family will be wiped out, not even a chicken or dog will be spared, and his graves will be dug up.

An elderly man with a white beard, shirtless and wearing only half a tattered pair of pants, quickly stopped him, saying, "Don't talk nonsense, or you'll lose your life."

The young man felt he should keep quiet and cautiously look around. Finding no one paying attention, he relaxed, let out a long sigh of relief, and carefully patted his chest.

He narrowly escaped death once. Inside the city, the Gao family has many eyes and ears, and countless people eager to curry favor with them. If they heard about this, they'd probably beat him to death in the street.

Ordinary people like him, no one cares when they die. They'll probably just be dumped in a mass grave and eaten by wild dogs.

At that moment, the two people who had just come out of the brothel were shocked and froze on the spot, not daring to move, like statues.

The armored, armed team, their faces solemn and eyes sharp, sent two men forward. As they were being examined, two others dressed in black, their faces veiled, followed closely behind, also scrutinizing them closely.

He then whispered, 'Both of them are.'

Upon hearing this, a cold shout rang out, "Men, seize these two! If they resist, kill them on the spot!"

"Yes!" came a cold reply. Four people rushed up and surrounded them from all sides in an instant, capturing them in the blink of an eye.

The two young masters began to sober up. The one who had been holding his back loudly said, "I am the second young master of the Wu family, and we are close friends of the Gao family."

"Are you misunderstanding something? We have a good relationship with the Prefect."

He struggled as he spoke.

No one answered; all that was heard was, "Take them all away and interrogate them carefully."

The young master's belt wasn't fastened tightly, and the rope tightened around his waist, causing him pain. He instantly became enraged, shouting, "I am the second young master of the Liu family! Who dares to arrest me? My father is a sixth-level Little Martial King!"

"Let me go right now, or when my father comes, he'll chop you all up. Let me go right now!"

He was screaming and yelling, his face was red, ferocious, and full of murderous intent, struggling with his hands and feet.

Suddenly, a stick struck, and with a 'thud,' he instantly fainted. In his dazed state, he 'carried the person away.' He only felt the smell of a toilet wafting from the floor he had mopped, with water stains still visible.