The days when I was working in the West Factory

Chapter 458 Rakshasa Ghost

"He took you to check Si Baihu's badge, and found it by himself..." Looking at Zhao Yu with a ferocious face, An Jianqing was somewhat confused.

It's just a little-known flag officer, how could Zhao Yu be so irritable?

Zhao Yu turned around and looked at Liu Zi, the guy smiled foolishly, stretched out his hand and scratched his head.

Did you find it yourself?

Only An Jianqing and Jiang Yuyan knew about Zhao Yu's selection of dead men. How could he know such a confidential matter as a small inspector, Si Xiaoqi?

"you……"

Zhao Yu hesitated to speak, how could he not know the trickiness of this?
However, when Liu Zi stood on the school field, it was already too late.

If you stay there, you will survive the overbearing strength of the heavenly medicine, and you will become a living dead without thinking.

As for leaving, Zhao Yu didn't need to think to understand that the six sons who left the school grounds tonight might really not be able to see the sun tomorrow.

Of course, if he wanted to stop all this according to his ability, he could still do it.

It's just that after going through so many things, Zhao Yu understands that no matter who they are or what they want to do, there will be trade-offs!
"My lord, the six sons have been with you in the inspection department for many years and have never begged you, but today..."

Those who can enter the inspection department are not fools at all, and the six sons naturally understand the danger of this.

It's just that he is not willing to be a small flag officer of the inspection department who can't even be hereditary.

"I beg my lord to help me!"

The six sons knelt down on one knee and looked at Zhao Yu expectantly.

The new emperor's secret decree is that as long as he can be selected into this group of dead men, his five-year-old son can be admitted to the Tribute Academy!

"Forget it..."

Zhao Yu waved his hand, and then signaled the six sons to get up.

When everything was ready, An Jianqing ordered people to bring in two large tanks, which were filled with clean water.

And Zhao Yu took out the sheepskin pouch that Erha had given him earlier from his bosom, raised his hand and poured the dark heavenly medicine inside into the big vat according to the amount.

In an instant, the entire Jinyiwei campus was filled with a pungent stench.

On the school grounds, everyone held a huge bowl in their hands. An Jianqing gave an order, and the more than 20 dead soldiers standing in front of the crowd stepped forward first.

Under the watchful eyes of Zhao Yu and the others, each of the more than 20 people who did not change their expressions scooped up a bowl of black water mixed with heavenly medicine from the big tank and drank it down in one gulp.

The rest of the people followed closely, and each drank a bowl of diluted heavenly medicine.

"Woooo..."

Just when the people were still drinking the heavenly medicine in turn, the more than 20 dead men in front had already taken effect of the medicine.

Even those who had undergone harsh training since they were young, they all fell to the ground with grim faces at this moment, and reached out to grab the blood grooves on their necks and chests.

The shrill roar made those who hadn't had time to drink the heavenly medicine terrified.

After seeing the state of these people, several of them retreated.

But before they retreated, a cold light flashed past, and three or five heads fell on the school field.

"When I came here, my commander made it clear that once you step into the Jinyiwei school grounds, you will be left alone!"

Holding the new-style Xiuchun knife that was still dripping blood in his hand, Anjian stared coldly at the rest of the people and said.

And Zhao Yu didn't say much at this time, after all, this kind of thing must not reveal the slightest news.

The rest of the people took a look at the heads that were dying, then gritted their teeth and stepped forward, pouring down the heavenly medicine.

Not long after, the entire school field was already wailing.

Xiao Liuzi tore up his shirt with a grim expression, and grabbed his neck desperately with both hands, as if he wanted to tear his trachea out with his hands.

A little bit of time passed, and the more than 20 dead men who drank the heavenly medicine first, only staggered to their feet.

The rest of the people have now become a hideous corpse.

Looking at the horrific scene in front of him, Zhao Yu somewhat regretted his original decision.

It's just that he also knows that if he wants to achieve that crazy ideal, he must take this step!

There were screams, howls, and the sound of blood gushing out from the veins that were scratched by fingers...

This purgatory-like scene lasted for half an hour.

In the end, there were only 300 people left in the school field of nearly [-] people!

To Zhao Yu's surprise, the six sons actually survived the overbearing strength of Tianyao.

Seeing more than 100 people standing trembling slightly in front of him, Zhao Yu was somewhat surprised.

The diluted heavenly medicine is so overbearing, how did the guy who entered the Tianxiahui back then crawl out of the Yasha Pond alive?

"My lord, there are a total of one hundred and eight people left..."

An Jianqing looked at Zhao Yu in horror, folded his fists and bowed.

He has been the commander of Jinyiwei for decades, of course he was not surprised by the purgatory scene in front of him.

What really shocked An Jianqing was that even though the dead men who stood up seemed to be unsteady at the moment, the aura emerging from their bodies made him, a high-level expert, stand on end.

In just half an hour, this young man in front of him has produced so many first-class masters!
An Jianqing could tell that among these one hundred and eight people, as long as they were trimmed and randomly picked out, he would not be an opponent!

"For those who didn't make it through, 500 taels will be given to each of them..."

Zhao Yu looked at those horribly dead corpses, sighed slightly, turned and said to An Jianqing.

"As ordered!"

An Jianqing cupped his fists to accept the order, but his heart was speechless.

When the Supervisory Division Headquarters was established, he heard that the superior Zhao Yu was very generous to his subordinates.

Now it seems that is not the case?

You know, in Jinyiwei, if the pension can reach 500 taels after being killed in battle, almost all of them can get a thousand households!
After all, Zhao Yu looked at the one hundred and eight people who were standing on the school field and gradually regaining some physical strength.

With a slight wave of his right hand, streaks of black light instantly pierced the night sky.

When everyone came back to their senses, they realized that there was a pitch-black sword standing in front of everyone's eyes!

These one hundred and eight black swords were taken by Zhao Yu from the sword pool in the Sword Worship Villa.

Zhao Yu has been planning this scene ever since Hei Tong was asked to inquire about the whereabouts of Yasha Chi.

In the new dynasty, there are rivers and lakes in the world, but there are no great warriors.

It is far from enough to rely on Zhao Yu alone to achieve this level.

He needs a frightening subordinate that will make even the top experts change their colors. However, the more advanced the world's martial arts, the more obscure and difficult it is to learn.

Even if Zhao Yu can find ten or eight talented people, and want to train them to be able to fight against the top experts, it is impossible to even think about it without decades of hard work.

And all of this, Yashachi can easily do it.It's just that the price of all these made Zhao Yu look sideways.

Only at this moment did An Jianqing truly realize what terror is...

More than 100 dead soldiers whose cultivation base does not belong to the top masters in the world, and they are matched with the one hundred and eight black swords that are not considered magic weapons, but are not far behind.

In the whole world, which Jianghu sect can stop such a group of Rakshasa ghosts?

(End of this chapter)