Bureau of Anomalous Biological Countermeasures Chapter 32: The distance below 50%

In this way, the two monsters followed Wu Mian and Yan Jie into the palace. At this time, the palace was already in chaos, and the guards guarding inside and outside the palace had no idea where they had gone. The inner servants and bodyguards carrying the burden kept running out of it, and the bodies of the dead could be seen everywhere.

Wu Mian seems to be familiar with such a scene. Wu Mian experienced it once many years ago when Qin was exterminated. It's just that the one who was beside him that time turned into Yan Jie, and there was another little Ren San. At the moment, the lead servants can't take care of these dead people anymore. At this time, there was no particular concern that carriages and horses could not enter the palace, and the chamberlain instructed the coachman to drive the carriage directly to a palace in the palace.

Although the palace is in chaos, the hall is surrounded by thousands of guards. Other servants, bodyguards and others will not care about looting these bodyguards in other places, but as long as anyone dares to approach this hall, they will be shot to death by the guards with random arrows.

When Wu Mian and the others got off the carriage, there were already seven or eight corpses outside the hall that had been shot like hedgehogs.

"Mr. Wu Mian and Yan Jie, please come!" After the guards got off the carriage, they did not dare to approach the hall easily. He shouted loudly from a distance, "Mr. Wu Mian, Mr. Yan Jie please come..."

A moment later, a warrior in full armor came out of the main hall. The man ignored the servants and said directly to Wu Mian and Yan Jie: "Your Majesty has been waiting for the two gentlemen for a long time, please come with me..." After speaking, the samurai led the two of them through the layers. The guard entered the palace.

After entering, the two discovered that an altar had been arranged inside. Twenty or thirty monks sat cross-legged on the ground, and Wang Mang sat in the middle with his hair disheveled. All the people, including Wang Mang, under the leadership of a person in charge, recited some scriptures that Wu Mian had never heard of.

Wang Mang didn't seem to see Wu Mian and the others coming in. He waited until the entire passage of scriptures had been recited, and the cultivator in charge raised the instrument of sacrifice to the sky and shouted: "Earth Emperor Wang Mang worships the sky... After that, Wang Mang got up with the help of the servants beside him. With a smile, he said to Wu Mian: "Mr. Wu Mian, compared to what I saw a few years ago, have I changed a little?"

"Change?" After Wu Mian looked at Wang Mang up and down for a while, he said again in his unique tone: "Is your majesty a good man? Enough of being a human being, do you want to become a monster?"

One sentence choked back what Wang Mang said later. After the emperor of the new dynasty finally swallowed his breath, he said again: "Mr. Wu Mian is joking, how can people become demons? The change I said. It is my body, I have been blessed by God, can I already bear the medicinal power of that elixir?"

When he said this, Wang Mang took the initiative to take a step forward, so that Wu Mian could carefully see the changes in himself. I didn't expect that the white-haired man didn't even look at him. After a strange laugh, he said, "If praying to God for blessings works, then there will be immortal white hair everywhere now."

After Wu Mian finished speaking, Wang Mang was silent for a moment. Then he said gloomily: "So I still only have a 50% chance to withstand the power of the medicine? I've done so much, but still only 50%..."

"Who said you were only 50%?" Wu Mian finally looked at Wang Mang again. Originally, the emperor of the new dynasty thought there would be a turnaround. I didn't expect what the white-haired man would say again, and poured a bucket of cold water on his hope that had just ignited: "Praying for blessings day and night, your body is almost ruined. I don't know how much chance you had before. , but now there is only a 30% chance at most to overcome the medicinal power..."

After listening to Wu Mian's words, Wang Mang seemed to be insane. He kicked over the altar, and then roared hysterically: "Thirty percent! Isn't it fifty percent! Why did it suddenly become thirty percent! Who said that as long as you get God's favor, you will be blessed? It was given to me. What about luck? Why only 30 percent of the..."

Speaking of this, Wang Mang paused for a while, then suddenly opened his mouth and vomited. He saw that in addition to the undigested corn he spat out, there were also some unburned talisman paper residues. After Wu Mian glanced at it inadvertently, he frowned in disgust and said, "Your Majesty is really bold, he dares to put anything in his mouth. Well, I said a little bit more just now. Now it's only 20% at most— —A 1.5 percent chance..."

"One percent...half" Wang Mang closed his eyes in despair. After a while, when he opened his eyes again, Wang Mang's eyes had turned blood red. At the moment, the new emperor said again: "Come in, the guards! These monks intend to murder my bow, cut them into pieces, and drag the corpses out to feed the dogs!"

The guards guarding the palace were all the dead men personally selected by Wang Mang over the years, even though the outside of Chang'an City was already overwhelming. However, these people are still loyal to the emperor of the new dynasty. At the moment, dozens of guards with weapons rushed in from outside the hall. Dragging these howling monks towards the door, wanting to end these monks outside the main hall.

I didn't expect Wang Mang to say with a gloomy face: "I will do it here, I want to watch them die..."

After saying a word, the guards have pulled out their swords and slashed at the monks. In a scream, the monks have been slaughtered. These monks were relying on Wang Mang's backing to do their best in Chang'an City. In the name of praying for Wang Mang's blessings to build a shrine, there are occasions when people are killed by arrogance. At that time, the two scourges in Chang'an City, except for Bai Wuqiu and Xiao Ren San, who often came out to play drunken madness, they were the monks.

Several guards were red-eyed, and after killing the monks around them, they rushed towards Wu Mian. Just as Wang Mang was about to say something to stop him, he saw Bai Wuqiu had already rushed out from Wu Mian's side. Grabbing the two guards one by one, in front of Wang Mang, they slammed their heads together.

With the sound of unripe watermelons smashing together, the heads of the two guards disappeared into a **** fog. The red and white things inside were splattered all over Bai Wuqiu. Apart from this Er Lengzi, even Wang Mang's white auspicious clothes were stained a lot.

This suddenly made Wang Mang sober from his rage, and he hurriedly stopped the other guards who were rushing up: "Stop! It's none of your business here. Let's all step back..."

After watching the guards retreat, Wang Mang seemed to be suffering from a serious illness. He staggered a few steps, leaned on the altar that he kicked over, sighed heavily, raised his head and said to Wu Mian, who was looking at him coldly, "I'm a little rude, let Wu Mian I laughed. At the time when Empress Dowager Fu caused a disaster for the elixir of life in the previous dynasty, I was still laughing at her. I can't think of the retribution on my head today, if not because of my obsession with longevity. How could I make a good new dynasty change? In this way, when Empress Dowager Fu died violently, I thought I was looking at life and death. I didn't expect that after becoming emperor, I became obsessed with immortality..."

Speaking of this, Wang Mang picked up the wine jug on the ground for the gods. He took a big mouthful of mouth-to-mouth drink. He prayed for blessings and had never eaten anything seriously. Now he reacted immediately after drinking, and he bent down again and vomited. Yan Jie took a look and shook his head, walked to Wang Mang's side, and helped him up.

"As it is now, Your Majesty should force it temporarily." After Yan Jie sighed, he continued to face Wang Mang in consideration of the relationship between a monarch and a minister in the past: "Since you have already seen life and death, you can simply Let go of the world together. If you are willing to give up the world, Yan Jie will keep you out of the city. Stay away from this land of right and wrong..."

Before Yan Jie could finish speaking, a cold voice suddenly sounded in the air: "I finally changed the national fortune. If you want to change it back, that can't be done..." As he spoke, the door of the main hall opened, and the The Master Wentian, who was wearing a grimace mask, walked in from outside with a few people.