Chapter 105 Is the Bad Thing Sick?
"court death!"
Xiao Yu moved and rushed directly into the group of black-robed men.
He didn't use a sword, because in this narrow space, his fists and feet were the most deadly weapons!
The fists are whistling and the kicks are like whips!
With tremendous force, it smashed down on the believers, the sound of bones breaking was endless, and the enemy instantly lost their combat effectiveness.
Chu Xuanyi was not idle either. He flicked his whisk, and dozens of "evil-breaking talismans" were accurately attached to the believers who attacked from behind.
"Edict!"
The golden light of the talisman was shining brightly, and the men in black robes let out shrill screams, and black flames burned on their bodies.
Although the battle was fierce, these low-level believers were no match for Xiao Yu and Chu Xuanyi.
However, Ajiu, who was holding Chu Xuanyi's hand, tilted his little head and looked at the chaotic battlefield in front of him, his big eyes full of confusion.
She was not afraid because Brother Xiongxiong and the National Master were both very powerful and those "bad things" could not touch them at all.
She just thought that these "bad things" were... so weird.
"Sir," she pulled Chu Xuanyi's sleeve and asked in a baby voice, "Are those bad guys in black clothes sick?"
"Hmm? Why did Ah Jiu say that?" Chu Xuanyi asked distractedly while throwing out the talisman.
Ah Jiu pointed his little finger at a cultist who had been sent flying by Xiao Yu's punch, and said seriously, "Because, there's a tiny black bug crawling around on their heads. There's also a very thin black thread attached to the bug, floating all the way up to the very dark place above."
She looked up and pointed toward the wet stone ceiling of the sewer.
"At the end of those strings, it seems... it seems like there's a really big black spider! It's lying right there, pulling at the strings motionlessly!"
As soon as these words were spoken, Xiao Yu and Chu Xuanyi, who were fighting fiercely, paused!
The two looked at each other and instantly understood the meaning of Ah Jiu's words!
Black bugs! Black threads! Giant spiders!
These low-level believers are just puppets controlled remotely by evil magic!
And the controller, the so-called "big spider", is right above their heads!
"So that's how it is!" Chu Xuanyi's eyes flashed, "No wonder they are so fearless, they are just a bunch of unconscious puppets!"
"Catch him alive!" Xiao Yu changed his strategy instantly.
He turned his body to avoid the attack of one cultist, and with lightning speed, he accurately broke the limb joints of another cultist!
“Crack! Crack!”
The cultist screamed, fell to the ground and temporarily lost the ability to move.
But at the moment he was subdued, a strange scene happened!
All those who were still fighting around, as well as those believers who had just been set on fire by Chu Xuanyi with talismans, all froze in their movements, as if all their strength had been drained away in an instant, and they all collapsed to the ground.
Black smoke billowed from beneath their black robes, and a burnt stench filled the air.
Obviously, the "big spider" behind the scenes, after discovering that a puppet was captured alive, decisively cut off all the "silk threads" and activated the self-destructive backup plan!
Xiao Yu and Chu Xuanyi immediately rushed to the only surviving believer.
I saw him twitching all over, and thick black blood like ink was constantly gushing out of his seven orifices. He seemed to be destroyed from the inside by an invisible force.
This is the backlash of evil magic!
"Tell me! Where is your base? Who is the mastermind behind this?!" Xiao Yu squatted down, grabbed his collar and asked sternly.
The believer made a hoarse sound from his throat, his dilated pupils staring at the stone wall above. He used up his last bit of strength and squeezed out a few unclear words from the depths of his throat.
"The... the Lord... is... up there..."
After saying this, he tilted his head and fell completely silent.
Xiao Yu and Chu Xuanyi stood up and looked up at the same time, looking at the cold, damp sewer ceiling that was made of nothing but stone.
"Above?" Chu Xuanyi frowned. "Do you mean above the ground?"
"Not necessarily. Perhaps there's something else going on 'above.'"
"This 'above' can be interpreted in many ways. One is that it refers to the ground above us. The entrance to one of their strongholds might be hidden right under our feet. The other is that it refers to the status of the 'above'. The so-called 'sir' holds a much higher position in the court than these cannon fodder."
Xiao Yu's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, "No matter which one it is, it shows that the other party has a very deep foundation in the capital..."
"Master Imperial Master...Brother Xiongxiong..."
Ajiu ran to Xiao Yu and hugged his arms tightly, burying his little face in his robe, leaving only a pair of big eyes with distinct black and white exposed, looking vigilantly at the wet stone wall above his head.
"That big spider... ran away," she said gloomily. "It just moved a little, reeled in all its threads, and then whoosh, it disappeared."
As she spoke, she made a "whoosh" gesture with her little hands.
Xiao Yu wrapped her small body with his wide sleeves, isolating her from the filth and cold around her.
"Don't be afraid, Jiu. It can't run away."
Chu Xuanyi looked at this scene, then looked at Censor Qian who was hugging the stone pillar in the corner, shaking like a leaf in the autumn wind, and muttering "Don't look at what is indecent, don't listen to what is indecent", and he felt a headache.
He walked over and slashed Censor Qian on the back of the neck with a knife.
“Hmm!”
Censor Qian rolled his eyes and fainted instantly.
"Let's go, let's get out of here first." Chu Xuanyi said to Xiao Yu, "It's not advisable to stay here for long, and... it stinks too much."
He paused and added, "Also, we have to take this trouble with us. We can't let it rot here."
Xiao Yu glanced at the puddle of mud-like Qian Yushi on the ground, a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes, but he finally acquiesced.
…
Half an hour later, in the Imperial Master's Mansion, in the purification room.
Xiao Yu and Chu Xuanyi had already changed out of their filthy clothes and were each sitting on a fine pearwood chair. The lingering scent of sandalwood dispelled the last bit of odor from their bodies.
Ajiu was also led by the maid to take a fragrant hot bath, and changed into a clean pink dress. She was holding a piece of osmanthus cake, nibbling it in small bites, her big eyes curiously moving around the faces of the two adults.
Across from them, Censor Qian lay unconscious in a "big" position on the ground. His two unfortunate followers, Qian Lin and Zhang San, were tied to the pillars nearby.
"Your Highness, do you have any idea about that 'big spider'?" Chu Xuanyi spoke first.
"This person must meet several conditions." Xiao Yu picked up the teacup and blew away the hot steam gently.
"First, his position is high enough, or what is called 'being on top', which allows him to mobilize resources and carry out subtle operations in the capital without anyone noticing."
"Secondly, he had access to the defense map of the capital, and even some blueprints of the 'Great Heaven and Earth Sealing Demon Formation'. Otherwise, it would have been impossible to find so many formation nodes to erode with such precision. This involves the Ministry of Works and the Imperial Observatory."
"Third, he has the ability to plant a spy in the palace and has access to high-ranking military officials. Otherwise, the death of the Minister of Works and the unusual movements at the border would be unexplained."
Chu Xuanyi nodded and added solemnly, "And the fourth point, which is also the most important. He must be someone with a deep understanding of Xuanmen's sorcery! The Wugu tribe's sorcery is mysterious and powerful, and their method of remotely controlling puppets is unheard of. This person is definitely not an ordinary person."
The powerful, the military, the Ministry of Industry, the mystical arts...
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