Chapter 469: Seeking Help
People say that a cunning rabbit has three burrows, but the habits of photo studios have more than three burrows.
Going back to the east of Yanlin, 300 miles away, there is a small fishing village in the bay of a big river, relying on fishing and catching shrimps in the big river for a living. Such a small village in the secular world is as numerous as the grains of sand in the Ganges . The cultivators who usually travel high and low occasionally pass by and will not even take a second look at such a small village.
This poor little fishing village can't even squeeze out enough oil to pay for a string of copper coins. Looking at it for any longer than necessary would only pollute your eyes and waste your energy.
It just so happens that this village is a secret post of the photo studio. The purpose of its existence is to monitor Hui Yanlin's every move and prevent Mi Xi or the Mi family from doing anything that is detrimental to the interests of the photo studio.
This was a secret agent in the studio's internal monitoring system, and Mi Xi had no idea that there were such spies around him.
Hu Buwei is the young master of the photo studio, so he knows the existence of this secret agent.
Now he, his two younger brothers, six trusted elders, Bai Xie and Hei Yu, are hiding in a secret cave under the small fishing village.
The secret cave is not big, only about an acre in radius, and is decorated with thousands of breath-isolating formations and prohibitions. Unless one is a powerful cultivator in the Void Realm, holding a special detective magic treasure and crossing this land inch by inch, it is impossible for ordinary people to detect the existence of such an underground secret cave.
Inside the secret cave, there were thirty-six metal coffins with blood-red paint on the surface.
The dead air mixed with a strange breath of life continued to spew out from the air holes specially left in the thirty-six coffins. The grayish-white breath was like a spirit snake, slowly spewing out of the air holes, condensing into twisted ghost faces on the coffins, and slowly drilling back into the coffins through the air holes every hour.
Thirty-six "dead shadows" are hidden here.
This is a one-time killing weapon made by the secret technique of the photo studio...Children with excellent talents and aptitudes are selected, and they are nourished with secret medicine from a young age to temper their bodies, and the magic technique of marrow cleansing and blood exchange is used to help them quickly improve their cultivation. At the same time, the casting method is used to engrave restrictions on their skin, flesh, bones, meridians and internal organs.
It only takes twelve years of hard work to create a dead shadow.
They can only activate it once in their lifetime, and each time lasts only twelve hours. During these twelve hours, they burn everything and can unleash terrifying killing power comparable to that of the powerful beings in the Void Realm.
The Death Shadow that was forged at the beginning had a maximum killing power comparable to that of a powerful being that had just entered the Illuminating Void.
And the thirty-six dead shadows in this small fishing village have been nurtured in this secret cave with secret medicines and the warmth of the earth for thousands of years. Their strength has increased by more than ten times compared to when they were first forged.
If there is any unusual movement from the Mi clan of Huiyanlin, the thirty-six death shadows will be activated at the same time. Each of them can unleash the killing power of the late stage of Zhaoxukong or even the perfect stage, which is enough to completely destroy the entire Huiyanlin in an instant!
In this small secret cave, there is also a small void teleportation array.
This teleportation array is not large, about the size of a plate, but the densely packed forbidden runes around it almost occupy the entire area of the secret cave.
This is an ultra-long-distance message transfer array that goes straight to the desk of the Blood Punishment Hall Master at the main building of the photo studio. If an emergency occurs, the host of this fishing village can directly send the information to the top level of the photo studio and receive a kill order to silence the witnesses directly from there.
In the secret cave, Hu Buwei gestured and wrote a letter on a jade slip and threw it into the small teleportation array.
A ball of dim light swirled within the teleportation array and transformed into a vortex the size of a plate, swallowing the jade slip in one gulp, before the light quickly dimmed.
Hu Haijiao, with a bruised face, two shattered knees, and three flying sword wounds through his chest and abdomen, cursed hoarsely: "Why? Why? That bastard Hu Ping caused all the trouble, and now we have to suffer! Oh, I'm going to kill him!"
Hu Tianya's eyes flashed with a very faint golden light. He said calmly: "Having offended the master, he will definitely die. However, how to bring the greatest benefit to the master from his death requires careful planning."
Hu Buwei shook the sleeves of his newly changed black robe and said grimly, "What is the greatest benefit to the master? If we can firmly control the studio, this will be the greatest help to the master... Therefore, for the sake of the master's cause, I, the eldest brother, will sacrifice my relatives for the greater good!"
He pointed his right hand to the sky and said murderously, "This old ghost Hu Tianjun has blood on his hands and has committed countless crimes. He is simply a scourge to the world... The Lord is merciful and benevolent, and has blessed the world. If Hu Tianjun, a demon, continues to live between heaven and earth, it will be the greatest insult to the Lord!"
White Scorpion, Black Yu, and the six elders accompanying Hu Buwei clenched their fists at the same time. Their scarred faces showed an extremely determined look, their eyes flashed with divine light, and they shouted in unison with extraordinary determination: "For the sake of the master, kill Hu Tianjun! The shadow building should be under the helm of the young master!"
Who is Hu Tianjun?
Hu Tianjun is the owner of Contemporary Photo Studio and the biological father of Hu Buwei, Hu Haijiao and Hu Tianya!
After being converted by Lu Yi using the secret techniques of Buddhism, Lu Yi simply told them that he wanted to take control of the killer organization of the Photo Studio, so that all the killers in the Photo Studio could turn over a new leaf and become new people, and let them abandon the evil profession of killer and embark on the right path!
The three young masters of the photo studios now obey Lu Yi's orders and don't even want him as their biological father.
In the unknown place, covered by clouds and smoke, the overlapping black palaces and pavilions stretched for hundreds of miles along the winding valley. In the smoke, countless winged poisonous insects flew back and forth, and on the ground, various scorpions and poisonous snakes lurked quietly. There were also strange shadows like ghosts, appearing and disappearing in the smoke, sealing the void tightly.
This is the main building of the photo studio, and the overall architectural style is pitch black.
In this dark building that stretches for hundreds of miles, at the core, there is a hall that is hundreds of feet high. It is blood-red all over, as if it had just been washed with hot blood. The blood color on the surface even gives people an eerie feeling that it is flowing.
This is the Blood Punishment Hall, the supervisory agency within the studio, responsible for hunting down traitors and in charge of the supervision and punishment of the entire studio.
In the main hall of the Blood Punishment Hall, on the red steps, behind a bloody ghost face case, Hu Tianxiong, dressed in a blood-stained robe, was frowning and examining a thin investigation document in front of him.
Your Highness, there are hundreds of men wearing blood-red robes and blood-red masks on their faces standing densely.
They all looked sinister and gloomy, like ten-thousand-year-old zombies, without a single bit of life left in them.
Suddenly, Hu Tianxiong threw the document in his hand down fiercely, pointed at the subordinates of the Blood Punishment Hall below and cursed: "This is just bullshit, dereliction of duty, do you still want your heads? The Barbarian King Hall branch has been in operation for three hundred years. In three hundred years, not a single disciple has made a mistake or violated the rules!"
"We are a photo studio, we are assassins, we are the evil demons in the eyes of the world, we are all the most vicious, cruel, brutal, shameless, treacherous, and bastard demons in the world... We are not good people, we are not gentlemen, we are all morally corrupt, conscienceless villains and bastards!"
"We are the group of people who are responsible for the business of a branch building on a large territory of a large sect. Tell me, there has not been a single violation of regulations or disciplines in the past three hundred years!"
“No corruption, no dereliction of duty, no deceiving superiors and subordinates, no lip service?”
"Not even an assassin apprentice who couldn't stand the hardship of the training camp and sneaked away trying to escape?"
"So innocent? Do you believe it?"
"So clean? Can you believe it?"
"You are all pigs... How dare you put such a confidential investigation document in front of me for a branch building that has not made any mistakes in the past three hundred years? And let me approve it with my seal?"
More than a dozen men knelt on the ground with a thud.
The man at the front screamed, "Palace Master, please forgive me. We will immediately dispatch capable personnel to thoroughly investigate all matters ... They must be guilty!"
Hu Tianxiong nodded in satisfaction: "That's right... You must remember that in our studio, no one is without mistakes. Tsk, take me for example, I also... ahem, in short, you must first make one thing clear in your mind - everyone in the Barbarian King Palace branch is guilty!"
"You can just secretly arrest a few people first, torture them severely, and let them prove their innocence."
"As long as they can't prove their innocence, then we'll follow the clues and arrest a few more people!"
"Go away, everyone, get back to work!"
Hu Tianxiong waved his hand, and hundreds of men in blood-red robes in the hall turned around and turned into blood-red shadows and rushed out. They ran faster than the other, as if there was a ghost chasing them from behind.
Hu Tianxiong sighed heavily and touched his forehead vigorously: "A bunch of useless people who make us worry... every now and then, they come up with a big case. What will happen to such a big studio and our Blood Punishment Hall?"
"We have to find something to do even if there is nothing to do. Kill a few people no matter what. Only then will people be afraid of our Blood Punishment Hall, and only then will they support us, and only then will there be an endless supply of filial piety!"
"You're crazy... studio rules? Ugh, rules are bullshit! The only rules of a studio are that whoever sharpens the knife faster and has more people holding the knife has the final say..."
"The rule of my Blood Punishment Hall is that if I say you are innocent, you are innocent. If I say you are guilty, you are guilty... If I want you to live, you live. If I want you to die, you have to die... If you don't want to be guilty or die, you have to worship me, Hu Tianxiong, as your ancestor!"
"That's the rule!"
'bite'!
In the corner of the ghost-faced table in front of Hu Tianxiong, a faint light spurted out from the small teleportation array, and a jade slip quickly sprayed towards his cheek.
Hu Tianxiong was stunned and said in shock: "Someone really committed a crime and was reported to the top? Which unlucky idiot, hey..."
He grabbed the jade slip, quickly glanced at the letter inside, and then his eyes suddenly widened!
