After hearing that Song Xuan had signed up, the martial arts masters who had spent a lot of money to recruit in front of the prefect turned around and fled the place without any hesitation.
What a joke, that is a terrifying existence that can slaughter more than a dozen military camps by one person. Their little martial arts skills are probably just a joke in the eyes of others.
But unfortunately, as soon as they turned around, they heard a sound of swords roaring like thunder from the sky, and then all they saw was red sword light.
Buzz~~
The sword light flashed past, and the eyes of the masters in the mansion began to lose focus, and their bodies broke into two pieces and fell to the ground.
The only person who was not dead was the prefect, who was standing there shaking and even peeing from fear.
"Hero, spare my life. I will give you whatever you want!"
Song Xuan raised the corners of his lips and sneered, "Money is of no use to me. The power and money you are pursuing are meaningless in my eyes."
After finishing his words, Song Xuan raised his hand and flicked his fingers.
In an instant, a bit of cold light suddenly burst out, covering the prefect like a sky full of stars.
Visible to the naked eye, strands of sword energy spread over the magistrate's body like a spider web, causing the other party to scream hysterically due to extreme pain.
The scream lasted for as long as a stick of incense, and the process was comparable to Ling Chi.
When Song Xuan turned around and left, all that was left of the magistrate's body was a white skeleton full of cracks, without a trace of flesh and blood!
Song Xuan was quite satisfied with this result.
After killing a lot, I can't say that his control of Qi has reached a level of perfection, but it's almost there.
When he walked to the entrance of the government office, Song Xuan, the squad leader who had been thrown out by him before, did not escape, but knelt on the ground waiting for him.
"Sir, I am willing to lead the way for you. I know the residences of all the officials, big and small, in this city!"
Song Xuan couldn't help but take a second look, and then nodded, "Lead the way!"
...
At noon, in the courtyard of the prefect's Yamen, dozens of fat-headed officials were tied up and thrown to the ground like pigs waiting to be slaughtered.
Most people are in a coma.
Not far away, the squad leader was digging a hole in the ground with a shovel, while Song Xuan looked up at the midday sun.
"The weather is good today. The sunshine at noon is warm and the yang energy is strong. It is suitable for burying people!"
He said this very calmly, but at this time several officials woke up, trembling all over after hearing this, and struggled to crawl out of the Yamen.
Seeing this, the squad leader picked up the shovel in his hand and struck it with a shovel.
"Go in and get you!"
After several shots in a row, he knocked the people who were trying to escape into the pit, and then he happily began to bury them in the soil. Soon, several people were wailing in fear, and they were completely buried above their heads in the soil.
The team leader added a few more handfuls of soil and stamped on it. After making sure it was firm, he continued digging the hole.
While digging a hole, watch to see who else wakes up.
These traitors cannot be allowed to die too easily. They must be buried alive while they are conscious and let them die in regret and despair!
He didn't know if the young master meant this, but he estimated that if he did this, the young master might be more satisfied.
Sure enough, after he buried several people alive, the young master looked at him with more recognition and appreciation in his eyes.
"I didn't expect that you are still a talent!"
Song Xuan admired this man's method of burying people and said with a smile, "Are you interested in coming to work at Xuanyiwei?"
When the squad leader heard this, he knelt on the ground and kowtowed.
"I am deeply loved by you, but I will be ashamed of my humble position. I swear to be loyal to you to the death!"
Song Xuan flicked his sleeves and a Xuanyi guard badge fell in front of him.
"Let's start with Xiaoqi!"
Song Xuan assigned him a task, "There are twelve counties in Guangdong Prefecture and hundreds of county seats. There should be a lot of damn officials.
Your next task is to identify which officials have completely surrendered to the rebels, and then bury them. "
The squad leader held Xuan Yiwei's waistband tightly with a look of fanaticism on his face.
Great Zhou Xuanyi Guard!
It was a special organization that stood above hundreds of millions of people, a legal killing organization. He was lucky enough to be one of them, and future generations would have to thank him for seizing this opportunity.
"Don't worry, sir. I am humble enough to do my best to complete your mission!"
As he spoke, he dug the hole even harder. With a smile on his face, he knocked the officials who woke up one after another into the hole with a shovel, and then buried them happily.
Song Xuan hummed, turned around and prepared to leave, "You take care of the rest. By the way, what's your name?"
"Sir, my humble surname is Ma Mingzhong. I have been a catcher for generations. I am good at apprehending, interrogating, setting up ambushes, and tying up.... The martial art of Fulong Gong is passed down in my family. My parents are deceased and I have not yet married a wife but I have a concubine. If you... .”
He rambled a lot, but before he could finish speaking, Song Xuan's figure had disappeared.
We just asked you casually what your name is, who cares how many wives and concubines you have at home?
This boy has a sly look on his face. Could it be that he plans to use his concubine to sleep with me?
Damn it, are we the kind of people who have the legacy of Wei Wu!
...
Killing the prefect of the city and a group of officials was just an easy thing for Song Xuan.
When he arrived at the Qing army camp outside Fucheng, he found Yao Yue sitting on the hillside eating roasted whole lamb, while Fat and Thin Toutuo and others were busy beating drums and blowing trumpets, while others looked flattering. were busy grilling.
"Husband!"
Seeing Song Xuan coming, Yao Yue stood up quickly, with a smile in her eyes and her eyes curved like crescent moons.
"Are you hungry? The freshly grilled mutton skewers." Yao Yue handed Song Xuan a fragrant mutton skewer and pointed at Slender Toutuo, "The little fat one is very good at cooking!"
Because he had taken Baotai Yijin Pills on Shenlong Island, within three months, Fat Toutuo's body suddenly stretched three feet, and his skin was dripping with blood.
Tutuo was originally very tall, but suddenly he became shorter. He was originally very thin, but became swollen and became a fat man.
So the current situation has emerged. Fat Toutuo is not fat but tall and thin, and Slender Toutuo is not thin but short and fat.
"Mrs. I'm so grateful!"
Being called chubby, if it were anyone else, Slender Tuo would have to let the other person know why the flowers are so red.
But at this moment, being called so by Jianyue, he felt extremely glorious. Not everyone in this world was qualified to be nicknamed by such a peerless master.
For example, that Fat Toutuo who was looking at him with envy was not qualified.
Who told him that he didn’t have the skills to cook barbecue!
Song Xuan took a bite, a smile appeared on his face, and he praised: "You control the heat very well, I can see that your barbecue skills are very sophisticated.
By the way, your name is..."
With a smile on his face, Sloutoutuo said hurriedly: "Young Master, just call me Little Fatty. Madam has always called me that."
"Little fat, right?"
Song Xuan looked at Yaoyue, "I think Fat Tiger sounds better."
Yao Yue was unconvinced, "But Fatty's voice sounds smooth."
Song Xuan pondered for a moment, nodded and said, "That's true."
Looking at Shou Tuo who was bowing with a humble look on his face, he said in a gentle voice, "Little Fatty, there is no future in cultivating a cult. Are you interested in changing your career?"
