I'm a villain, not a devil

Liu Feng shook hands with Sean joyfully. It seemed that the Imperial Guards were indeed very repressive at ordinary times.

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 any expression.

I have heard about the imperial guards guarding the mausoleum for a long time, but there is very little detailed information anywhere. Today I came to see it in person, and sure enough, these guards all look like they are isolated from the world.

However, this was no longer a situation where the other party did not recognize his name.

Sean saw something in the gap of the breastplate of the royal guard named Liu Feng.

The selection of the Imperial Guards is strict, and their overall quality is far superior to that of ordinary military soldiers. Even if those sent to guard the mausoleum are a weaker group, they are still Imperial Guards.

However, there were obvious wrinkles in the lining fabric in the gaps of the breastplate, and some small corners looked empty.

In addition, when Sean was talking to the other party, he noticed that Liu Feng's 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 guards, especially for Liu Feng.

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

If he were a veto, the muscular man should have filled out the lining of his armor, not like Liu Feng, whose body looked shriveled. If Liu Feng was a guard with poor physical fitness and who relied solely on his supernatural powers to make a living, there would be no need to design a neck armor that would affect his movements.

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

This is where things get interesting...

While dealing with Liu Feng, Sean observed his surroundings quietly.

The funeral ceremony was so long that by the time the dull bells rang eight and a half times in succession a day later, Sean had almost investigated every detail of Liu Feng's ancestors.

He found that Liu Feng and the other soldiers had one thing in common: none of them were parasitized by black nematodes. However, he had an inexplicable sense of conviction.

For example, Liu Feng was very sure that after he turned fifty, he would retire from the mausoleum guarding army and return to the imperial capital to reunite with his family - according to him, his grandfather and father were the same, 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 are no military dependents of the imperial mausoleum guards in the imperial capital.

This is not a top-secret or shameful position, and veterans are often respected by their neighbors, so there is no possibility of deliberately living in anonymity.

However, according to Sean's investigation, the entire Mausoleum Guard was in a state of neglect - people in the city thought they would go somewhere else after retirement, while the guards thought they would return to the city to enjoy their old age after retirement.

This strange cognitive gap has resulted in very few people mentioning the existence of the Mausoleum Guards.

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

The bell rang for a long time, and Liu Feng stood up with some difficulty. He patted his butt 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 along with them.

The funeral entered its final stage. The host, Elisa Lam, 'threw' the collected "thoughts, expectations" and so on into the coffin according to the requirements of the ceremony. It was actually just a ritual action, but it seemed that the people of the empire attached great importance to it. When she threw those invisible things, the ceremonial officer at the side pretended to catch them with his hands, as if he was afraid that Concubine Lan would accidentally throw them out.

When everything is completed, the person in charge's task is considered to have come to an end.

Elisa Lam stepped back, while the mistress in strange boxy clothes was pushed to the front.

The guard of honor shouted loudly: "Send His Highness away."

The surrounding officials also shouted: "Send His Highness away."

The artillery column raised its 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 appeared out of nowhere, as if pointing towards the sky in the direction of the cannon fire.

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

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

"Go, my son."

The vague line suddenly became solid and led to the unclear sky.

"Send it to His Highness!"

Everyone knelt down and shouted.

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

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

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

The strange clothes suddenly came together and 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 officer of ceremonial began to recite an incomprehensible prayer again, and everyone closed their eyes, probably praying for Bai Zhan.

Sean just stood there with a strange expression, looking at the dark cave deep in the cemetery.

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

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

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

"Interesting..." Sean muttered quietly.

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

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

Sean blinked and smiled, "Then our code word will be... pancake, how about that?"

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

Liu Feng was originally planning to say a few more words, but the mausoleum guards had already headed in another direction, so he could only hurry to catch up.

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

Meanwhile, at the cemetery, Liu Feng, who had just returned to the team, had not yet stopped smiling when one of the deputy generals of the Imperial Guards called him over.

The deputy general's attire was almost identical to Liu Feng's, except that the different medals represented his higher status.

"Who is talking to you?" The deputy general's face was grim, 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 replied: "Report to the commander, it's a soldier from the military, I just met him!"

"Which general in the military is under the command of the other party?" the deputy commander continued.

Liu Feng was stunned. He had never asked this question before. He answered honestly, "I don't know. I just got close to him when I was on guard duty and talked to him for a few words."

"Talk to me? Just talk to me?"

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

It was common for him to be punished in the Imperial Guards, but the other party was kind enough to treat him to a meal, so he couldn't implicate others, right?

Liu Feng immediately replied: "Yes, I was just chatting! Military regulations, including shift changes, patrol systems, punishments, etc., are absolutely secret and have never been disclosed!"

This is also true.

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!"

Liu Feng walked away with a military step, and heaved a sigh of relief when he guessed that the deputy general could no longer see him.

"Alas, I was caught after all..." He muttered.

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

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

"Hahaha, it's always you."

"Go, go, go. Besides, it's just a punishment, it's not a big deal."

Liu Feng walked around the front of the cemetery for a long time and finally came to a staircase leading underground.

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

The cemetery guards were punished here, but it was boring and tedious here, and there were not many opportunities to be punished. This year alone, he couldn't even remember how many times he had been punished.

Frankly speaking, being punished wasn't that painful. It was over in the blink of an eye. But the moment I entered the punishment room, I always felt a little scared.

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

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

The door is probably a sensor door, which opens automatically when it senses someone coming.

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

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

Then, on the door where no one could see, the screen began to flash.

"Name: Liu Feng."

"Number: G6."

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

"Begin the destruction process..."

……

Bai Zhan’s death caused a huge sensation, but the world and human beings have one thing in common, which is that they are good at forgetting.

After the time spent on the burial ceremony, the city began to become lively again. Only the black half-moon flags hanging everywhere reminded people passing by that a big figure of the royal family had just passed away.

But so what?

In this world, aren't there enough dead people? Anyway, everyone is dead, and everyone is the same.

At least that's what ordinary people think.

In the main hall, officials gathered together waiting for His Majesty's arrival.

The eldest prince is dead, but life goes on. The key thing is, someone else has to take over the work left by the eldest prince, right?

For example, the statue of the founding father - 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?

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

After waiting for a while, His Majesty the Emperor came into 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 left to live.

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

There were only so many things to discuss. After talking about the aftermath of the eldest prince Bai Zhan and how to more efficiently hunt down the villain Sean, a clever official brought up the issue of the progress after the statue.

All of a sudden, many high-ranking officials and nobles volunteered.

As for Bai Zhan who did this job before, not many people care about him anymore.

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

Suddenly everyone fell silent, and many of them showed regretful expressions on their faces.

It seems that His Majesty had already made plans.

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

He coughed a few more times, then continued, "This is a thankless job. In my opinion, the Fourth Prince Bai Si is the youngest and usually, hmm, doesn't do much, so I'll 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 this... What's more, I will not be able to sleep as long as Xiao En is not caught. I want to avenge my brother!"

The emperor asked sternly, "Are you looking down on the soldiers of the empire?"

"Of course not!"

"Then I take back what you said. This job is now yours, and it's time for you to suffer a little."

"Yes... yes, father."

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

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

They couldn't help but turn their gazes to the Second Prince and the Third Prince who were standing beside them without saying a word, as well as the First Princess who not many people paid attention to.

There was a flicker in everyone's eyes, and they had already started thinking about who they would follow in the future.

The matter was settled, and the emperor left to rest. The main hall was naturally not the time for congratulations, but many people tried to please the Fourth Prince in a subtle way.

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

Standing in the main hall, Bai Si snorted slightly, showing disdain.

……

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