Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

Chapter 445 Occupying the Altar

Zhang Miao's voice was not loud, but it carried a heavy weight. It was both a reminder and a warning.

"I know, I know!" Yan Zhou interrupted him impatiently, thinking that Zhang Miao was making a fuss out of nothing. His tone was a bit rebellious, as if he was being disciplined. He pouted, feeling a bit annoyed by Zhang Miao's nagging. He quickly resumed his slightly casual demeanor, but his tone was still a bit perfunctory.

"I know my limits! I won't use it on my own people casually!" He felt that although the things he researched had special effects, they were highly controllable, and the captain didn't trust his professional qualities enough.

"No."

Zhang Miao shook his head, his eyes never leaving Yan Zhou. Yan Zhou was stunned by his gaze and subconsciously restrained the nonchalant curve at the corner of his mouth, waiting for Zhang Miao's next words.

Zhang Miao's voice remained flat, but it was filled with undeniable concern: "Be careful with this thing."

This was beyond Yan Zhou's expectations. He thought Zhang Miao was worried about him abusing drugs and harming others, but he didn't expect that he was worried about himself?!

The expression on Yan Zhou's face instantly became complicated. A hint of surprise flashed across his eyes, which had just opened wide, followed by a slight annoyance as if something had been touched on his heart. He pursed his lips and retorted in a muffled voice: "I know! I'm not a child, don't you understand this? Am I so untrustworthy?" The end of his tone rose slightly, with a hint of dissatisfaction at being looked down upon.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Miao nodded without hesitation, his movements quick and decisive, his eyes sweeping over Yan Zhou's slightly thin body, as if he was examining a precision instrument with huge hidden dangers.

He opened his thin lips slightly, and the words he uttered accurately pierced Yan Zhou's soft spot: "How can someone who can test drugs on himself be trusted?"

These words were like a needle, instantly piercing Yan Zhou's forced calmness.

His body stiffened imperceptibly, and his eyes subconsciously wandered, as if he was recalling some crazy nights when he was alone in a dark room recording drug reactions.

Yan Zhou opened his mouth and wanted to refute, but when he met Zhang Miao's eyes that seemed to see through everything, he was instantly speechless.

Having his soft spot touched, he could only turn his head away in disappointment, no longer looking at Zhang Miao, but the tips of his ears quietly turned a faint red with shame and anger at being exposed in public.

The captain looks dull, but he has a good memory. He still remembers this trivial thing!

But the comforting feeling of being cared for quietly overwhelmed the shame of having my shortcomings exposed.

He subconsciously touched the medicine bag to check whether the seal was tight.

Xie Qingwu: "Ahem, what are your ideas next?"

He leaned against a stone pillar, his arms folded across his chest, the hems of his blue-gray robe rustling in the wind, not even trying to cover himself. The tip of his tail, revealed by his shadow, swung restlessly in the shadow.

After listening to the conversation for a while, he couldn't help coughing and interrupted the conversation. He frowned and spoke with a hint of impatience. He felt that human red tape and hesitation were extremely troublesome.

Lu Wensheng looked at Xie Qingwu. He didn't expect that he had come too. A hint of imperceptible surprise flashed across his eyes.

However, he didn't look at it for long. His gaze only lingered for a brief moment before moving away, for fear of angering the other party - after all, this phantom demon was a little weird and his thoughts were unpredictable. At the moment, he should focus on the crisis in front of him.

His eyes then swept sharply over the dignitaries who were slumped on the ground.

Those figures who were just domineering were now like crushed clay dolls. Some of them had their official hats tilted on their foreheads, some had fat flesh trembling with their cries, and their knees slammed into the mud, splashing dirty water.

In the air filled with ashes and the smell of blood, their fear almost solidified into substance.

They all knew the inside story, and when they saw that the situation was hopeless, the blood drained from their faces, and they all knelt on the ground, kowtowed and begged for mercy with tears streaming down their faces, crying bitterly.

"We were also deceived by Wei Liang!"

"Yeah, we just want to live!"

"I don't want to die!"

Their sins are stubborn, their repentance is cowardly, they demand huge rewards for confession, and happily walk on the muddy road, thinking that worthless tears can wash away the filth.

They didn't really mean it, they just knew that their death was imminent.

Deep in those eyes, there was only extreme fear of death, and not a trace of deep remorse for what he had done.

Lu Wensheng's drooping eyelashes cast a shadow. His fingers gently brushed the warm jade pendant at his waist. His voice was faint: "Knowingly committing a crime, what's the difference between you and those damned people behind the scenes? What do you think?"

He didn't say "deserve to die", but the murderous intent seeped out from the folds of every word.

His gaze was like solid ice, sweeping across every terrified and twisted face.

Wu Feipeng immediately stepped forward, bowed in agreement, his face a look of solemn agreement: "Junior Brother feels the same way—since you've already enjoyed the benefits, how can you get away with it just because of a few words?"

Several discerning monks could no longer hold back. Upon receiving the order, they pounced like hawks and swiftly tied up these crying and struggling dignitaries with special ropes. Their technique was so skillful that no matter how they begged, they could not break free.

Lu Wensheng turned his gaze to the pale, frightened but unmoved dean and his companions, who stood by and asked calmly, "My Lords, could you organize some men and get everyone back to the city?"

He pointed to the crowds in the distance who were beginning to riot and panic was spreading: "The sooner the better."

Ji Yanli took a step forward and asked in a deep voice, "Do we want to help?" The monks behind him also nodded with firm eyes.

"Well, we need to delay time," Lu Wensheng's gaze was cast solemnly at the Xiangsheng River in the distance, which was becoming more and more turbulent with surging black waves - the turbid waves had already overflowed the third step, and the fishy and salty water vapor hit his face.

"The Xiangsheng River is about to reach the shore, and other people cannot be swallowed by the flood first—"

He paused, his eyes like lightning, and suddenly turned to Xiao Yan beside him, with scrutiny and inquiry, "Xiao Yan, are you sincere in what you said?" This abrupt question instantly focused everyone's attention on Xiao Yan.

Xiao Yan was stunned by this sudden questioning and subconsciously straightened his spine, but was frozen by the weight of that gaze - facing Lu Wensheng's gaze, he felt that the gaze was as sharp as a knife, with the power to penetrate people's hearts.

There was a bit of the heart-pounding atmosphere he felt when he was studying and being tested by his teacher. He had clearly memorized everything by heart, but he still couldn't help feeling nervous.

"If I wasn't sincere, I wouldn't have broken up with Wei Liang."

He stiffened his neck, his tone was stubborn and questioned, but his voice was a little tense.

"Even if my soul is shattered?" Lu Wensheng took a half step forward, lowering his voice even lower, each word hammering at Xiao Yan's heart, "This means you have to die personally."

"Since I'm standing here, this is what I mean!"

Xiao Yan was a little annoyed by his relentless questioning. His cheeks flushed slightly and his voice became a little higher.

"Lu Wensheng, stop questioning me again and again!" In his tone, in addition to the anger of being misunderstood, there was also a hint of imperceptible grievance, as if accusing the other party of distrust.

Lu Wensheng did not feel offended when he was refuted.

He stared into Xiao Yan's eyes, which were slightly red with excitement. After a moment, the corners of his tightly pursed lips slowly curled up.

"I believe you."