Chapter 166

Chapter 166

After realizing the hidden secret of the Reversal of Fortune, Black Gu, or rather Black Lake, gritted his teeth.
“Crazy bastards.”
Their idea to overturn the heavens,
had reached Hong Jian Enemy.
It was a disaster waiting to happen. If the unknowing Zheng Sect encountered it.
It was highly likely that they would be annihilated. Therefore, Black Lake had to tell them about this as soon as possible.
He had to think of all sorts of ways to escape. However, there was no time, and the radius of action could not be too large, as the dead Black Gu must not be discovered.
On top of that, the killer bees of the flesh world have established a system of spying on each other.
It was a special prescription that Hae-pyo had given to Black Ho as he was removed from the world of killing.
At the same time, I had to be on the lookout for Hapyeo, who was probably somewhere in the middle of a crowd of express killers, but then something caught my eye.
Hee hee!
“Ugh, what are they doing today.”
“It’s fall. It’s in full swing, I suppose. Let’s get some hay.”
“Please.”
There were barracks for the redcoats, and stables and horsemen for the horses.
Black Tiger eyed the hay they were feeding the horses. It was nothing special, but there were at least two bales per horse, chewed and swallowed, and it was a lot of hay.
And that gave the black tiger something to shout about.
“The child is alive, and this is not an open secret, I found out through the Huang family’s intelligence network.”
To realize this through the Huang family’s network meant that they already had a source inside.
It would soon flow through the imperial family’s information network to the Martial Sect. However, there was only one way out, and that was to try to find out about it or intercept it.
Create a disturbance that wouldn’t normally happen. If you create a distraction and distraction and distraction, you’re bound to find a loophole.
Soon enough, the horses that had eaten the poisoned hay began to suffer and vomit. To heal the horses, the horsemen would call in a horse doctor from outside the city who was familiar with horses.
Sometimes the dry hay would catch fire quickly, even with a small light. The drying season had begun, so they set out to fix the problem without question. Events happened, but events happen. Cracks began to appear here and there.
And the black tiger, the one that can see the cracks, began to signal to the outside world to leak out. One such example was to give Ma a small amount of money and ask him to deliver it to the nearby beggars.
Food duck!
The Hongjian Enemy, who felt that Zhen Xuegui was too conspicuous, chose to share information on horseback to prevent their secrets from leaking out, but whenever there were sick horses, they had no choice but to use Zhen Xuegui, and each time, Zhen Xuegui hoped that the wisdom of the Martial Meng and the Grand Duke would reach them.
And there were two men who looked at it in opposite ways.
* * *
“Still no news.”
Hong Jiabao, the Ark of Opening, looked nervous.
After becoming the Martial Sect’s general, Zhuge Linghu had entrusted him with the most important job of all. He wanted it to process every single detail of everything that happened in Zhongyuan into information.
The movements of the sects and families, the movements of the Reverse Heavenly Council, the changes in the imperial family, and so on.
You can see it no matter where you belong.
It doesn’t feel out of place anywhere.
Beggars follow money, and hunger follows them.
A word spoken by a drinking bachelor reaches the beggars, and it becomes information, and they become the hands and feet of the martial artist.
“I have all the information. Ark, just wait a little longer.”
Shandong, Beijing, and Henan.
The elder in charge of the three branches wore a confident expression.
“A little while! We’re running out of time. How long are you going to let us get away with this, you beggarly bastards?”
Hong Qabo understood what Zhuge Liang wanted. They can’t be beaten forever.
They have seized one of the many strategic locations in the Red Empire and are using it as a base for their rebellion.
Even with the beggars of the open field, they could not identify all of the Hong Qian Enemy’s strategic locations, which numbered in the thousands.
“How is it that there is no news from the strike force?”
The most important news is the silence.
The Striking Force’s power was the strongest in the Martial Alliance.
Sword King An Baek, Ho Tae Do Fang Gak, and the other top-notch experts from each faction were capable of changing the course of a battle.
The lack of news from them caused the outfit to burst into laughter.
“We know where they are.”
“That’s not the point, you numbskull, they’re waiting for the only one who knows anything about the Reversal to give them a signal. Unleash all the beggars’ baskets and gather up every mishap, accident, or vicious rumor you can find.”
“A vicious rumor? And what about an incident…….?”
“If they’re in a confined environment, an environment where they can’t move freely, they’ll try to send a signal somehow. It’s useless if they read our signals first.”
Hong Jiabao had spent decades as a beggar, a man who could see right through the Zhongyuan. Whereas a clairvoyant reads the heavens and sees the world as it is meant to be seen, Hong Jiabao was pragmatic and could see things that others might miss.
And just as he thought.
“I have news!”
The four-legged beggar shouted as he rushed into the ark room.
Hong Qibo’s face lit up at the mention of the man named Takgung.
However.
“Zuo, I’m being chased. Black Tiger Dagger!”
It didn’t sound like it was going well.
“And…….”
“And what else!”
Seeing the furious look in Hong Qibo’s eyes, Takgong craned his neck like a sapling, but he didn’t stop talking.
“They say that the Salwang Sea Mark has disappeared.”
“……What!?”
* * *
A long tail is bound to get stepped on.
“……Bugger.”
The black ball that had become Black Ho quickly found itself in the position of being chased. He picked up the sleeping child in his arms.
Boom!
A shadow flashed by, and Black Ho instinctively brought the dagger in his right hand to his ear.
Sparks flew, but Bei didn’t feel them. Perhaps the shadowy figure’s skill was no match for Black Ho’s.
“Black Tiger.”
“She’s a pretty good impersonator, but not if you miss her. I don’t know if I can give her that look in public. It’s too sentimental for a specialty killer.”
If she dies, Black Ho dies.
Conversely, if he dies, she dies too.
As soon as Black Maiden realized this, she pretended to kick her daughter in front of Black Gu. But Black Gu, or rather, Black Ho, followed his body’s lead and pushed her away, taking his daughter with him.
“Don’t think I don’t know that you’ve been dying to punch him, but you’re just making up reasons.”
Black Ho’s words made Black Maiden laugh out loud. Seeing that he didn’t deny it, it seemed that Black Lake was right.
“Black, I don’t want to see you or the both of you, so why don’t you live your life right. I have many friends who follow me.”
Black Cloud’s expression twisted at Black Miao’s words. He could feel the auras of countless top-notch killing machines rising up.
It was hard enough with just one black martyr, but now there were three more.
“……So, where’s King Sal?”
Black Ho’s words caused the black mummy to pause, but it quickly caught up.
“Don’t you dare speak of his honor.”
“Just because he’s dead doesn’t mean he can’t fill Hai Pyo’s shoes, Black Myo.”
King Haepyo had Black Lake on his left hand and Black Gu on his right. They had been chosen from among the many special assassins, but the other special assassins could not understand his thinking.
Black Myo, in particular, felt inferior in that regard.
“I’m more useful, and you’re more of a hairball.”
With those words, Black Miao sped up his pace, controlling his unstoppable steps. But he couldn’t shake off the four express killing machines.
“We’ll have to do it right. All of you, including you, are less skilled than me and Black Cloud.”
Black Ho had no intention of giving up, he believed.
The lord he trusted and followed would surely save him.
[ Don’t choose death like you did in the past, or I will catch you. ]
The Grand Duke’s voice still echoed in his ears.
Qiyeon.
“I will not ask how you escaped. Everyone has their own territory, and I’ll include your provocation in that. Follow me. Even if you are as strong as you say you are, you are no match for the four of us.”
Drawing his dagger, Black Ho gently laid his daughter down in a faint, sleeping heap in front of a beautiful tree. He and the others waited.
But Black Ho had more questions than answers,
“Where is Hapyeo?”
He said what he wanted to say. It was the presence of Hai Pyo that provoked Black Maiden, who hadn’t responded so far.
“I thought I told you not to mess with his honor.”
“Where has he gone?”
The black mummy sighed. Looking at her daughter, Najimak opened her mouth.
“It’s hard to see you make this choice when you were second only to Hapye in the living world, but I’m not surprised that you would risk your life for her.”
“Will they let her go?”
“Of course not.”
Ebony Maiden’s words make Ebony Lake laugh bloodily.
Then so be it.
“Hana, on the way out, I’ll answer your last question.”
At Black Maiden’s gesture, three express killers appear, their dark, inky auras turning black, then red, then a strange purple glow.
They approach the Black Tiger step by step, looking like they’re going to tear it apart at any moment.
“I went to take care of the first thing to be taken care of in war.”
Black Ho’s expression hardened at those words.
It’s common knowledge that in war, you deal with someone on the other side.
Someone is the commander.
Some might say hostages.
In the world of killing, the top priority is none other than.
“Jegaljuhu.”
“That’s right. He’s gone to see the brains of the organization.”
Black Tiger’s expression was pained at the realization that he was going to the head of the organization.
He was nervous.
He had to tell the Grand Duke as soon as possible. He was one of the centers of the political factions. If he disappeared, they would lose another focal point.
“Don’t be impatient. You will end your life here anyway. Lay it all down.”
Cha-ang, cha-ang, cha-ang!
Thrrrrr.
Three streaks of auricles cut through Black Tiger’s forearms and thighs as he met Black Myth’s dagger.
He gritted his teeth as he realized that he was in perfect synchronization with the other specialty killers.
“You’ve gotten a bit jaded, Black Ho.”
“I don’t think it’s polite to say such a thing when you’re being pushed by numbers.”
“I heard the Grand Duke of the Southern Palace had a good time, but you’ve become quite talkative.”
Cha-ching!
A strand of Black Tomb’s ears flies past the twisted head, and a trickle of blood runs down the gash on his cheek, only to be dried by the ears.
Pow!
He raises his dagger as he feels the Black Mummy’s dagger rush out once more.
“!”
“Die.”
The dagger of the black tiger is aimed at Black Lake’s throat.
The other Reaper’s dagger is aimed at his daughter’s heart.
They flew in two directions. I had to choose.
Grand Duke. I wish you all the luck in the world to fulfill your wishes. You have suffered so much because of your lack of servants.
Just as I was about to throw myself down and reach my daughter.
A flash!
A beam of light strikes down Black Mausoleum and the other killer’s dagger.
“You sure picked a good time to do something that would make a big deal out of it, huh?”
Black Tiger looked up at the familiar voice.
“Long time no see, Black Tiger.”
The Ironbloods, the strongest striking force in the Martial Alliance.
The man who was called the Ironblood Master and the Ironblood Sword King.
An Baek had appeared.