vstars Chapter 72 3 Great Gods Capture
Chapter 72 3 Great Gods Capture
Outside the gates of Ning'an City, three strange figures were slowly approaching.
Entering Beijing requires queuing to verify one's identity.
If the long queue were to continue, it would probably not be finished until noon, and the people at the back of the line would become very impatient.
The people behind them suddenly made way for the three of them, giving up the queue they had been waiting in all day.
They arrived at the gate without any hindrance, and even the gatekeepers did not check their travel permits, but respectfully watched them enter the city.
Of the three, the one in the middle was the most conspicuous. She had white hair, not the white of old age, but the pure white of fresh snow.
But what makes her stand out is not her unusual hair or her stunning beauty, but the way she moves forward.
She was sitting, in a chair with wheels on both sides.
Without being pushed by anyone, the chair is equipped with some kind of mechanism that can convert internal force into kinetic energy.
The white-haired woman only needs to channel her inner energy, and the gears will turn, propelling the wheelchair forward according to its owner's wishes.
When she successfully captured her first fugitive, known for her ruthlessness, the Marquis gave her this wheelchair.
With lightning-struck wood as the base, icy iron forming the joint framework, and rare materials like millennium-old chalcedony used to conduct and store internal energy, this is a one-of-a-kind vehicle, crafted by a descendant of Lu Ban, and is worth a fortune.
Leng Xue—Leng Rushuang was an infant adopted by Shenhou. The other three Divine Constables also received great kindness from Shenhou, as if they had been reborn.
For the four great constables, including Leng Rushuang, the Divine Marquis was like a father figure.
They would never allow the Marquis to be imprisoned or put in danger.
If the intelligence is true, they will spare no effort to rescue Shenhou.
"This secret letter of unknown origin was supposedly sent by a girl who was not even ten years old."
"Can we really trust them?"
The speaker, carrying a long spear on his shoulder, was none other than Wuqing and Qiu Wudao, two of the Four Great Constables.
"The Marquis has been out of contact for half a month. Even if the contents of the letter are fake, the other party must have some information."
The one who spoke to answer Qiu Wudao's suspicions was the last of the Four Great Constables, Zhui Ming and Zhan Wuxing, with two swords hanging at his waist.
With a cold, expressionless face, she continued to propel her wheelchair forward.
People on the road, even those with their backs to them, felt a terrifying chill and trembled with fear as they quickly moved aside to make way for them.
This feeling comes from animal instinct, the instinct to fear creatures at higher levels of the food chain.
Although martial arts masters and ordinary people may seem to be the same kind of beings, there is actually a fundamental difference between them.
That's a gap that transcends the food chain and species; even the gap between a tiger and a rabbit isn't that huge.
The three great constables were not usually such arrogant people, and they would usually restrain their aura.
The disappearance of Shenhou and Tieshou threw them into disarray, causing their auras to leak out.
The Four Great Constables are not only powerful individuals, but also assassins, dedicated to hunting down villains. Their aura is far more intimidating than that of ordinary martial arts masters.
Following the instructions in the letter, the three headed to an inn in the city.
When the watchers who were constantly outside the inn saw the three people, their expressions immediately changed. One of them left his original position and casually walked towards the direction of the palace.
call out!
"a".
Those who left didn't even have time to open their mouths and scream before collapsing to the ground, whimpering and dying.
"What happened?!"
"Murder!"
"Help me!!!"
Suddenly someone died, and the surrounding people screamed in terror and fled in all directions.
The mechanism on the armrest of Leng Rushuang's wheelchair gradually closed, revealing countless honeycomb holes, one of which fired a hidden weapon.
The hidden weapon that killed the departing person was made by her.
Upon seeing their companion die, the remaining monitors exchanged glances and scattered in all directions.
They pushed aside those blocking their way and overturned roadside goods in an attempt to stop the detectives from tracking them.
However, some people are faster than them.
Zhui Ming's steps were exquisite, moving forward through the crowd without pausing for a moment.
The iron boots stepped over the rolling tangerines on the ground. After stepping forward again, the exposed tangerine peels showed no bruises and continued to roll along the previous path, as if no one had ever used them for leverage.
With each enemy caught up, the swift sword sliced across their throat.
Even as the enemies fled in all directions, he chased after them all, killing them one by one, all while wearing iron boots.
After confirming that nothing was missing, Zhui Feng and Leng Rushuang met up. The tangerines on the ground were still gently rolling around, not yet having stopped.
Half an incense stick's time passed after the two entered the inn before another person stood up.
Just as he was about to leave, he heard a voice.
"Hey, you don't actually think you can escape the eyes of the mastermind, do you?"
The ruthless man sitting behind him smiled.
With a spear held to the man's neck, he said, "You should know why I'm sparing your life."
"Speak, who ordered you to monitor this place?"
With a merciless grip, the side of the iron spear slashed across the man's neck, drawing bright red blood.
However, the man looked at him with a cold expression.
Wuqing frowned, just as he was about to capture the man.
"Gurgle, woof."
The man suddenly clutched his throat and screamed in agony, blood gushing from all five of his faces.
"An assassin?"
He frowned. "It seems there's a deadly poison hidden under the teeth."
He put away the iron spear, shook off the blood droplets on it, kicked the corpse over, and walked into the inn.
We entered the inn and went into the room we had arranged.
Leng Xue and Zhui Ming have taken their seats.
Besides these two companions, there were several strangers inside the house.
A girl, not even ten years old, was running around carrying a water jug, serving tea and water to everyone present.
Judging from her features, this girl should be the one who delivered the letter to the Divine Arrest Bureau.
Then came two familiar strangers.
Although he had never seen Ouyang Xue and Ye Yinping in person, he had already seen their portraits.
The young lady of Mingjian Manor and Ye Family Army.
The two men belong to forces that hold considerable influence throughout the Liang Kingdom; they must recognize these two individuals.
As for the remaining one man and two women, Wuqing had never met them.
But he is by no means an insignificant figure, especially this only male, who is otherwise unremarkable except for his appearance. This man, whose smile is as warm as a spring breeze, is the unseen leader of the entire team.
Even the two young ladies seemed to be waiting for him to speak first.
His merciless gaze swept over the other person.
"Don't just focus on people; sometimes clues can be hidden in the corners of a room."
The leader of the Divine Arresting Sect, Leng Xue Leng Rushuang, reminded his colleagues.
Upon hearing this, Wuqing immediately shifted his gaze from the person and noticed the black broadsword in the corner of the room.
He recognized this sword from the register of divine weapons inside the Six Doors.
Ancient sword – Zhanlu.
"Is the Buddha's palm more powerful than ten thousand pines?"
"It is indeed me."
Sheng Wansong smiled slightly and pointed to the corner, "Please sit down, Ruthless Divine Constable."