The remaining guards who were hiding in various places in the courtyard and pretending to be dead wanted to escape when they saw that the situation was not going well. There was no poison on them. Che Cong stood on the steps outside the main hall and shouted at them in a deep voice.
They have nowhere to escape. There is no hiding place for them in the Demon Cult headquarters.
There is a maze outside the headquarters, and they cannot break out. There is a department dedicated to searching people, and many small animals with sensitive senses of smell are kept. No matter where they hide, the small animals can find them.
The Guardian Ceremony cannot be interrupted. What will happen must be suppressed and cannot be reported to other elders and leader immediately.
The guard on duty who had just changed to Yiyuanyuan today saw that the incident was revealed and his escape was useless, so he became murderous and tried to find a way out.
If the official position is absent, the elders are absent, and the leader is absent, the highest position in the religion is the deputy steward of the forbidden area.
At least in terms of importance, they are more important.
So the guards swarmed up, trying to capture the deputy steward as a hostage, and take him hostage to rush out of the headquarters.
They did, so I infer that's what they thought.
Zhuge Wuyong, the deputy director of Yiyuanyuan, was held by them with a knife on his neck. The sound of fighting attracted the patrol team within the church. Visitors saw this scene with their own eyes.
The patrol blew the siren and called for more support.
The guards holding Zhuge useless hostage were surrounded, and they threatened the patrol to retreat, otherwise they would kill the hostages.
The people on the patrol knew Zhuge Futong, and they had no idea for a while. If Zhuge Wutang died because of their forced action, even though it was their duty, they would not be able to avoid being punished afterwards.
"What are you doing standing still? Take them down!" I sat on the wall and looked at the guards and patrol members who had already walked out of the courtyard, reminding them that they could take action.
The people in the patrol team also know me. I walk around the streets every day, and everyone in the church recognizes my face.
They were punished at every turn, but they chose to side with me. At least the leader was leaning towards me.
The patrol team, holding ropes and knives, rushed forward to fight the guards.
When the guard who held Zhuge Wuyou hostage saw this, he killed him and slashed Zhuge Wuyou's neck with a knife.
However, after Zhuge received this blow, there was no blood splattered on the spot, and there was not even a small cut on his neck.
Not to be missed.
The guard's knife failed to kill Zhuge Futong, but the patrol's knife struck right in front of his eyes.
He barely blocked it, took a few steps back, and was hit by the opponent's blade on his forehead. The cut was not deep, but the opponent didn't give him a chance to breathe, and then he kicked him with a heartfelt kick.
The numbers of the two sides were unequal, and their strength was vastly different. There were no hostages to block the swords for them. In less than half a stick of incense, they were defeated and all were captured.
At this time, Che Cong hurriedly ran forward and looked at Zhuge's useless neck. His face was full of doubts, and his eyes were more curious and inquiring than worried.
"Vice-President Zhuge...have you ever practiced Iron Neck Kung Fu?" Che Cong didn't find any wounds on Zhuge's useless neck.
"I've only heard of the Iron Head Kung Fu, but I didn't know there was the Iron Neck Kung Fu in the world." Zhuge smiled helplessly, touched his neck, bowed his hands to me, and said, "Thank you, Demon Girl, for helping me."
Che Cong suddenly said: "It turns out that the devil girl has been prepared for a long time. She is indeed the leader's sister. She has brains and means. I admire her!"
"It's a little trick, not worth mentioning." I waved my hand, modestly.
Che Cong also knew that now was not the time to chat. He directed the patrol team to escort the guards into the prison, and Lang Jiang was to be put into a separate cell.
There is no need for Zhuge to stay. He is on duty today and cannot leave Yiyuanyuan.
Che Cong asked me to accompany him to escort the guards. When we get to the prison later, there will be people and things to deal with.
Elder Xuanyuan is in charge of personnel transfer, and it is impossible that there will be no one from him in the prison.
I guess Che Cong was worried that the guards and Lang Jiang would die in prison if they were sent there. It would be too easy for their men to attack.
Lang Jiang and today's Yiyuanyuan guard both have my energy in their bodies. Their mouths are blocked and they can't speak at the moment.
When someone is sent to the Demon Sect's prison, the guard's eyes will not change.
Yes, the two gatekeepers were in a state of confusion. I stepped forward and held down the shoulder of one of them, exerting slight pressure.
"These are suspicious people who broke into the courtyard without any order. These are guards who neglected their duties. They were captured by me, the deputy manager of the car, and the brothers on patrol. Now they need to be put into prison and guarded. After the ceremony is over, they can report to the leader and several others. An elder reported this, please lead the way."
While I was talking, I took advantage of his confusion and injected Qi into his body.
He didn't pay attention at all, because something happened suddenly, and he didn't know why his emotions were surging. He kept his face calm, nodded and bowed, and hurriedly said "I don't dare" and "I will lead the way for the magic girl immediately."
In the entire demon sect, there was only one secret hall that I didn’t enter, and everyone in other places knew me.
Che Cong has been following Elder Gongsun to handle the church's chores, and has never had the chance to go to jail.
We both definitely didn’t know our way around, and we didn’t know where the untried prisoners should be kept.
The patrol team knew, but they had no right to put people in jail directly.
We had to be received by someone from the prison. The guard at the door led us into the prison and asked us to wait in the lobby.
He ran to inform the prison manager that today all the principals from each department went to attend the ceremony, and the only ones left to look after the house were the deputies.
The deputy warden of the cell quickly followed the guard out of his "office".
As he walked, he held his hands in his hands and said sorry, and said a long list of polite words.
It's probably like welcoming guests from afar.
I automatically ignored unimportant information and simply explained the situation to him.
Che Cong's usual job was to prepare lamp oil, thread spools, toilet paper, etc. He had never done the job of arresting people.
According to modern occupational classification, he is a logistics clerk.
The deputy prison manager's attitude toward him was obviously superficial and not very respectful.
I only said a few polite words because I was the sister of the leader. :
In the end, thanks to the patrol captain, Lang Jiang and others were successfully received.
He didn't mention a word, but he revealed a message everywhere. Che Cong and I have no right to stand here and arrange work for him.
I deliberately ignored the excessive nonsense during this period and waited for him to tell me whether he would accept these people or not.
I didn't answer a word he handed over, so he had no choice but to rush to the topic and take Lang Jiang and others into custody.
Che Cong heard something in his words and expected such a situation, so he specially dragged me along.
As a result, the deputy director of the prison classified the two of us into the same category, that is, the nosy and powerless category.
Che Cong was a little unhappy, but had nothing to say to refute it. He really had nothing to do with arresting people, and I really had no position in the teaching.
The deputy steward in the prison politely asked us to leave, saying that he would accept the offer and would definitely report the matter to the superiors as soon as the ceremony was over.
I asked Che Cong to go first. He was also on duty today. Even if there was nothing serious, he still had to keep his post.
I was the only one free. I took out the token Ximen Wuhen gave me and smiled at the deputy manager of the prison: "You are busy with your business, I am just taking a stroll here."
