I'm a villain, not a devil

Liu Feng shook hands with Sean in high spirits. It seemed that the Imperial Guards were very suppressed.

Sean, who had transformed into a military soldier, just shook hands with his opponent with a smile, and glanced at his opponent's breastplate without revealing anything.

I had heard about the Imperial Guards guarding the mausoleum for a long time, but there was very little detailed information anywhere. Today, I came to see it in person. Sure enough, these guards looked isolated from the world.

However, it was not the case that the other party did not recognize his name.

Sean saw something in the gap of the breastplate of the Imperial Guard named Liu Feng.

The Imperial Guards were strictly selected, and their overall quality was far superior to that of ordinary military soldiers. Even if the people sent to guard the mausoleum were weaker, they were still Imperial Guards.

However, in the gap of the breastplate, the lining of the fabric had obvious wrinkles, and some small corners looked empty.

In addition, when Sean was talking to the other party, he noticed that Liu Feng's Imperial Guards armor had an extra layer of neck armor. The neck armor firmly supported his neck, which was a design that obviously affected his movements. This was an unreasonable design for the Imperial Guards, especially for Liu Feng.

For those who could join the Imperial Guards, if they were weak, their armor should have a linkage device with their prosthesis, and such people would naturally not feel hungry like Liu Feng.

If they were vetoers, the muscular man should have filled the lining of the armor to a bulge, and he would not look like Liu Feng, with his body shriveled up. If Liu Feng was a Imperial Guard with poor physical fitness and who relied purely on superpowers to make a living, there would be no need to design a neck armor that affected his movements.

At the same time, it was not only Liu Feng who was like this. According to Sean's observation, the Imperial Guards around him were the same.

This was interesting...

While dealing with Liu Feng, Sean observed the surroundings without revealing a word.

The funeral ceremony was too long. When the dull bell rang again eight and a half times a day later, Sean had almost investigated Liu Feng's ancestors.

He found that Liu Feng and other soldiers were similar in that none of them were parasitized by black nematodes. However, he had an inexplicable sense of faith.

For example, Liu Feng was very sure that he would retire from the Tomb Guarding Army after he turned fifty and return to the imperial capital to reunite with his family - according to him, his grandfather and father were like this, and he also had a wife and a child in the city.

In fact, Sean had already used the power of the underground gang to investigate the general situation of the entire imperial capital, and there were no military dependents of Liu Feng in the city.

To be precise, there were no military dependents of the Tomb Guarding Army in the imperial capital.

This was not a top-secret or shameful position, and retired soldiers often received respect from their neighbors, so there was no possibility of deliberately living in anonymity.

However, according to Sean's investigation, the entire Tomb Guarding Army was in a state of being ignored - people in the city thought they had other places to go after retirement, and the guards thought they would return to the city to enjoy their old age after retirement.

This strange cognitive gap led to very few people mentioning the existence of the Tomb Guarding Army.

Liu Feng's father and grandfather probably died a long time ago, and Sean even suspected that the family members he mentioned may never have existed.

The bell rang for a long time, and Liu Feng stood up with some difficulty. He patted his buttocks to signal Sean not to sit down.

"Be careful not to be seen..." He said in a low voice.

Sean just nodded and stood up with him.

The funeral was in the final stage. The person in charge, Lam, "threw" the collected "missing, expectation" and so on into the coffin according to the requirements of the ceremony - in fact, it was just a ritual action, but it seemed that the imperial people attached great importance to this. When she threw those invisible things, the ceremonial officer on the side pretended to catch them with his hands, as if he was afraid that Concubine Lan would accidentally throw them outside.

When everything was completed, the person in charge's task was considered to be over.

Lam retreated to the back, and the mistress in strange square clothes was pushed to the front.

The guard of honor shouted loudly: "Send the prince."

The ministers around also shouted: "Send the prince."

The artillery column raised the energy cannon and pointed it at the sky.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

After three simultaneous cannon shots, Bai Zhan's coffin actually floated up.

A faint silk thread emerged from thin air, as if it was pointing to the sky in the direction of the cannon.

Many officials and nobles were shocked: "The way to the moon is not very clear?"

The emperor, who had been silent all the time, finally raised his hand.

"My son, go."

The faint thread suddenly became solid and led to the unclear sky.

"Send the prince!"

Everyone knelt down and shouted.

The thread disappeared in the air, and the coffin entered the cemetery by itself under the push of an inexplicable force.

At this time, Bai Zhan's mistress finally couldn't help crying loudly, and she looked very scared.

She wanted to open her mouth to shout, but the eunuch beside the emperor just pushed her forward.

The strange clothes suddenly assembled together, and actually wrapped the woman completely, turning into a small coffin.

The woman never cried out from beginning to end, and the small coffin followed behind, slowly entering the depths of the cemetery.

The guard of honor began to recite the incomprehensible prayer again, and everyone closed their eyes together, probably praying for Bai Zhan.

Sean just stood there with a strange look on his face, looking at the dark hole deep in the cemetery.

This so-called moon landing line, the self-floating coffin, and the living people buried with the dead... This doesn't look like a burial ceremony, but rather a ritual of an evil god...

Moreover, the sacrifice in this ceremony is not the woman who was sealed alive in the coffin, she is just a connecting point.

The real sacrifice... seems to be, Bai Zhan?

"Interesting..." Sean muttered softly.

The ceremony finally ended, the dignitaries walked in front, and the soldiers of the military also retreated in an orderly manner.

Liu Feng, who had been staying in the cemetery without the opportunity to meet other people, was reluctant to leave. He grabbed Sean's hand: "Brother, when I retire, I will go to you for a drink."

Sean blinked and smiled: "Then our code will be called... pancakes, how about it?"

"Pancakes? Okay, okay, this is good. Brother, wait for me!"

Liu Feng was originally going to say a few more words, but the team of the imperial guards guarding the mausoleum had already gone in another direction, and he could only hurry to catch up.

Waving at the other party, Sean mixed into the team of the military department. He did not leave the team, but slowly followed the team to the military department.

In the cemetery, Liu Feng, who had returned to the team, had not stopped smiling, and the deputy general of one of the leaders of the imperial guards called him over.

The deputy general's outfit was almost the same as Liu Feng's, but the different medals represented his higher status.

"Who is the person talking to you?" The deputy general's face was gloomy, and he looked like someone who had just died.

However, Liu Feng also knew that the deputy general always had this expression, so he stood at attention and answered: "Report to the commander, it's a soldier from the military, we just met!"

"Which general in the military does the other party work for?" the deputy continued to ask.

Liu Feng was stunned. He really didn't ask this, and then answered honestly: "I don't know, I just got close to him when I was on guard, and I talked to him for a few words."

"Talked? Just talked?"

Liu Feng swallowed his saliva, but he was indeed righteous. He knew that if he told the two of them about stealing the bread together, Sean would definitely be held accountable.

It was common for him to be punished in the Imperial Guard, but the other party kindly invited him to eat, so he couldn't implicate him, right?

Liu Feng immediately replied: "Yes, it was just a conversation! The military regulations, including the absolute secrets of shift changes, patrol systems, and punishments, have never been disclosed!"

This is also the truth.

The deputy general looked him up and down, then snorted coldly: "How many times have I told you not to talk to outsiders! Liu Feng, go to the punishment room and receive your punishment!"

"Yes!"

Walking away with military steps, Liu Feng heaved a sigh of relief when he thought the deputy general could no longer see him.

"Alas, I was caught again..." he muttered.

A few familiar guards saw him walking dejectedly towards the punishment room, and immediately joked: "Fengzi, why is it you again? How many times have you been punished this year?"

Liu Feng said helplessly: "I just talked more this year, but I was always caught."

"Hahaha, it's you every time."

"Go away, besides, it's just a punishment, it's not a big deal."

Around the front of the cemetery, Liu Feng walked a long way and finally came to a staircase leading to the underground.

He took a step and stopped, then took a deep breath.

The cemetery guards were punished here, but it was boring and dull here, and there were not many opportunities to be punished. This year, he could not remember how many times he had been punished.

To be honest, the punishment was not very painful, and it was over in a blink of an eye. It was just that the moment he entered the punishment room, he always felt a sense of fear.

After taking another deep breath, Liu Feng walked down the stairs into the basement.

The stairs were long and gloomy, but Liu Feng, who was used to it, was fine. After walking for about five minutes, he came to a very small iron door.

The door was probably a sensor door, and it opened automatically when it sensed someone coming to the door.

It was gloomy and dark inside, and Liu Feng, who was used to it, patted his cheek and walked in again.

Then, with a "bang", the door was closed.

Then, on the door that no one saw, the screen flashed.

"Name: Liu Feng."

"Number: G6."

"Testing... Comparing... Comparison successful."

"Destruction procedure started..."

...

Bai Zhan's death caused a huge sensation, but the world and humans have one thing in common: they are good at forgetting.

Only the time spent on the burial ceremony has passed, and the city has become lively again. Only the black half-moon flags hanging everywhere are still reminding people that a big figure of the royal family has just passed away.

But, so what?

Are there not enough dead people in this world? Anyway, everyone is dead, and everyone is the same.

At least ordinary people all think so.

In the main hall, officials gathered together to wait for His Majesty to arrive.

The eldest prince is dead, but life must go on. The key is that someone has to take up the work left by the eldest prince before, right?

For example, the statue of the founder - you know, it was after the eldest prince proposed to build this statue that His Majesty became much more active, and even hinted in public that the eldest prince was his heir.

Don’t worry about whether the eldest prince is dead or not, just tell me whether this statue is particularly pleasing to His Majesty?

Then, the position of the person in charge of this statue is obviously a lucrative job.

After waiting for a while, His Majesty came to the main hall. He still looked the same as before. Although he was extremely majestic, his almost unclear face and dry arms always made people feel that he didn't have much time to live.

No matter what they thought, the officials still shouted "Long live the emperor" after the emperor came in.

There were only so many things to discuss. After talking about the affairs of the eldest prince Bai Zhan after his death and how to more efficiently arrest the villain Sean, a smart official brought up the issue of the statue's progress.

For a while, the nobles volunteered.

As for Bai Zhan, who did this job before, not many people cared about it.

After listening to everyone's opinions, the emperor coughed.

Suddenly, everyone kept silent, and many people lowered their faces with regretful expressions.

It seems that His Majesty has already made plans.

"My son Bai Zhan died unfortunately, but the empire must continue. The importance of the statue of the founder is beyond words... I have a candidate."

He coughed a few more times, and then continued: "This is a thankless job. In my opinion, the fourth prince Bai Si is the youngest, and usually, huh, he doesn't do much, so let you go."

Bai Si's eyes flashed with joy, but he immediately knelt on the ground: "Father, Bai Si is not capable enough to do it... What's more, I can't sleep as long as Sean is not caught. I want to avenge my brother!"

The emperor said seriously: "Are you looking down on the soldiers of the empire?"

"Of course I dare not!"

"Then take back your words, this job will be handed over to you, and you should suffer a little."

"Yes... yes, father."

The father and son sang in unison, and the audience understood.

Bai Zhan died, and His Majesty immediately chose the next successor...

They couldn't help but cast their eyes on the second and third princes who were silent beside them, and the eldest princess who was not paid much attention to by many people.

The expressions in everyone's eyes flickered, and they had begun to think about the candidates they would follow in the future.

The matter was settled, and the emperor left to rest. It was not the time to congratulate in the main hall, but many people also tried to please the fourth prince.

After dealing with the officials and nobles, Bai Si was about to talk to his second brother, third brother and sister, but found that they had left.

Standing in the main hall, Bai Si snorted slightly, with disdain on his face.

...

At night, everything was silent, except for the faint sound of crying in the cemetery.