Chapter 248 These bastards want to dig up our ancestral graves
Xiao Yu walked towards the wise king who was sitting in the main seat step by step, sword in hand. The officials in the hall involuntarily took a step back to make way for him.
"You...you don't come over here." The virtuous king was completely panicked. He collapsed from his seat and backed away on his hands and knees. "Xiao Yu, you dare to kill me? I...I am your uncle."
Xiao Yu walked up to him and looked down at him.
"Uncle Emperor," he said slowly, "the crime of treason shall be punished by the death of all nine generations of your clan. Are you ready?"
Just as Xiao Yu was killing people in the front hall, attracting everyone's attention.
A petite figure silently climbed over the wall of Prince Xian's Mansion and landed behind a rockery in the backyard.
It was Ajiu.
The little ball in her arms poked out its little head, twitching its nose warily, its small black bean-like eyes rolling around in the darkness.
“Chirp.”
The little dumpling suddenly called out twice softly in one direction.
Ajiu immediately understood, lowered his body, and sneaked carefully in the direction indicated by Xiaotuanzi.
The little dumpling is naturally extremely sensitive to evil and filthy auras, and having it lead the way is more useful than any map.
The man and the beast avoided several patrolling guards and soon arrived outside a remote study.
The doors and windows of the study were locked, but the little girl seemed a little restless. She kept scratching at Jiu's clothes with her little paws and chirping softly.
"Is it inside?"
Ajiu asked in a low voice.
She leaned against the wall and listened carefully, but there was no sound from inside.
She walked around to the window, used a thin wire to gently open the bolt, pushed the window open a crack, and slipped in.
The furnishings in the study were simple, but there was a faint, sickening chill in the air.
The little dumpling jumped out of her arms and ran straight to a bookshelf in the middle of the study, calling out to one of the particularly thick books.
Ajiu walked over and picked up the book, and found that the book was actually solid. She pulled the book outward with force.
“Click.”
With a slight sound, a secret door slowly opened on the wall next to it.
A stronger smell came from behind the secret door.
Ajiu didn't hesitate and slipped into the secret room with the little dumpling in his arms.
The secret room was not big, and strange runes were carved on all four walls. A black wooden box was placed on the stone platform in the center, and a huge blueprint was spread out on a table next to it.
It was a detailed structural diagram of the imperial tombs in the suburbs of Beijing.
The map was densely marked with cinnabar and many symbols and lines that she could not understand. All the lines eventually converged to the deepest part of the imperial mausoleum.
And at the center of the convergence, two large characters were written in bloody handwriting.
Open the door.
The night wind blew away the bloody smell above Prince Xian’s Mansion.
When Xiao Yu's final sword strike nailed the new commander of the imperial guards to the pillar, there was no longer a single rebel standing in the entire banquet hall.
Those who were still alive collapsed on the ground, shivering like mud.
"Cousin."
Xiao Yu walked in from outside with a murderous aura, followed by the Black Armor Guards who filed in and quickly took control of the entire palace.
Chu Xuanyi followed closely behind.
"Your Highness," Chu Xuanyi's eyes swept across the mess, a trace of worry flashing in his eyes, "Are you okay?"
Xiao Yu shook his head. The power in his body was surging. Instead of being consumed, he felt a sense of exhilaration as he became braver and braver as the battle went on.
Just then, a small figure ran over from the backyard. It was Ajiu.
"Brother Xiongxiong." She ran to Xiao Yu and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that he was safe and sound.
Xiao Yu's cold eyes softened instantly. He looked down at her and his voice slowed down a lot. "Have you found it?"
Jiu nodded vigorously and handed over the huge blueprint he had taken out of the secret room. "I found this, and there's also a black box, but I can't open it."
Xiao Yu took the blueprint and his pupils shrank slightly.
Chu Xuanyi also came over. When he saw the familiar layout of the imperial mausoleum and the strange cinnabar markings on the drawing, his face instantly darkened.
"Take them away first," Xiao Yu put away the blueprints. "All the core members of the rebellion will be taken to the Dali Temple Prison for strict custody. Xiao Yu, lead your men to search the palace and don't miss any suspicious clues."
"yes."
When the sun rose the next day, the unsightly "Xian" (virtuous) royal flag on the city wall had long disappeared, replaced by a golden dragon flag representing imperial power.
The people didn't even know what was happening. They just felt that overnight, the soldiers patrolling the streets turned back into the familiar Black Armor Guards, and the depressing and tense atmosphere disappeared.
Dali Temple, Tianlao.
In the deepest special cell, the once invincible virtuous king was chained to the wall like a dead dog. His dragon robe had long been stripped off and replaced with a prison uniform. His hair was disheveled and his eyes were empty, without any trace of his former majesty.
Xiao Yu stood with his hands behind his back, looking at him indifferently outside the prison door.
"Uncle, we meet again."
The virtuous king's body trembled violently, his cloudy eyes turned to Xiao Yu, and a hoarse sound came from his throat.
"Tell me." Xiao Yu said coldly, "Who is behind you? What exactly do you want to do in the imperial mausoleum?"
A look of pain appeared on the wise king's face, veins bulged on his forehead, and his eyes were filled with fear and confusion.
"I... I don't know..." He squeezed out a few words from between his teeth with difficulty, "I... I don't remember..."
"I don't remember." Xiao Yu sneered at the side, "Old man, are you playing dumb with us? The evidence of your treason is piled up like a mountain, and you still want to quibble."
"I didn't... I... I just wanted to take back what belongs to me..." The virtuous king's expression did not seem fake, and he roared in pain, "Other than that... I really can't remember anything. That person... That person's face... I can't remember it..."
Chu Xuanyi had been observing quietly from the side. At this moment, he frowned and said to Xiao Yu, "Your Highness, there's something wrong with his condition. It doesn't seem like he's pretending. It seems... someone has tampered with his soul."
Xiao Yu's eyes also darkened.
"Brother Xiong Xiong, let me see."
Jiu, who had been quietly standing at the back, suddenly spoke.
Xiao Yu turned his head, looked into her serious eyes and nodded, "Ajiu, take a closer look."
Ajiu looked straight at the wise king in the cage.
Gradually, two tiny golden lights flashed in the depths of her dark eyes.
She "saw" a thumb-sized, pitch-black worm lurking in his body, deep within his soul.
The worm was wriggling slowly, and what made her even more horrified was that an almost invisible black thread, thinner than a hair, extended from the tail of the black worm.
The silk thread extended all the way towards the imperial tomb outside the city and disappeared into the unknown void.
Ajiu's face turned slightly pale. She withdrew her gaze and pulled Xiao Yu's sleeve.
"Brother Xiongxiong, there's a black worm in his brain..." She struggled to describe what she saw. "There's a string attached to the worm, and the other end of the string seems to be towards the imperial mausoleum."
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