Why do I have so many masters?

This is a method of message transmission derived from the Border Army's wolf smoke signals, quite complex, and only those above Lieutenant Colonel in the military are proficient. However, even for Zhou Huan, who is a state official, he must learn three types.

This is the first type.

Its meaning is simple, only one sentence, two words, repeated incessantly.

The city has fallen.

Zhou Huan's heart trembled for a moment, feeling somewhat dizzy, almost unable to stand steadily, about to fall down, and at that moment, the sound of gongs rang out, extremely long, sounding again after the span of ten finger snaps, ceaselessly echoing.

This is the warning before the curfew, after three hundred strikes of the gongs, if there are idle wanderers on the streets, regardless of the situation, the Great Qin soldiers can seize them directly, and if they resist, they may be shot on the spot without punishment.

All of Liangzhou City, after a moment of panic, quickly boiled over.

Everyone hurriedly scrambled to get home or to acquaintances, as the laws of Great Qin are extremely stringent; at this time, they would rather stay in an inn overnight than be caught on the streets.

An official coming out of a house still carried some drunkenness, and asked in surprise:

"What... what's going on?"

"Why did Lord Zhou give the order for a curfew? Tonight is the Mid-Autumn Festival, according to tradition it's supposed to be an all-night celebration with the common people celebrating... "

Someone beside him patted him and said: "What are you talking about? Lord Zhou has been drinking with us all along, how could he have given such an order?"

The person who spoke first, borrowing his drunkenness, grumbled discontentedly:

"But is there any mistake in the curfew gong?"

"This major order can only be issued by Lord Zhou, even the gate order cannot move the soldiers without his command token."

Zhou Huan's body was stiff, already cold from head to toe.

At this moment, he saw a person striding forward, the Vermilion Clothes somewhat tattered, and even the intact parts were dusty, looking extremely dismal, his face pale, but even colder, as though the soft pair of eyes were filled with the icy chill of a winter night, piercing to the bone.

Wuxin.

He was coming straight towards this mansion.

Around him, the mansion's elite guards saw this was an unfamiliar face, dressed in common patrol officer garb, so they stepped forward with swords to stop him, only to be struck away by Wuxin with the sword scabbard in hand, crashing heavily onto the wall, unable to get up for half a day.

This decisive approach, worthy of being called ruthless, carried a cold aura that made the officials who wanted to speak up sensibly shut their mouths and shrink back.

Wuxin stood in front of Zhou Huan, expression icy, while the latter's hands trembled as he saluted and said:

"Lord Wuxin, what is this about?"

Wuxin did not look at him, raising his right hand to reveal a token in his hand, golden in color, engraved with a ferocious beast, then spoke coldly:

"Zhou Huan, Provincial Official of Liangzhou City, for disobeying orders, allowing a criminal to escape, leading to the collapse of the Northern Lands gate and the Defending General falling unconscious, according to the Great Qin Legal Code, you are to be arrested for dereliction of duty, and await punishment."

"Take him away!"

Zhou Huan, cold from head to toe, saw several soldiers charge in from behind Wuxin, holding ropes to bind him, gritting his teeth and struggling, he said:

"You have no evidence!"

Wuxin said: "Do you know why I asked you to send for help, for what purpose?"

Zhou Huan was ice-cold.

Wuxin stepped two steps forward, his gaze passing over Zhou Huan's shoulder, saw the extravagant scene inside the house, saw one beautiful woman after another, his face growing even colder, he said:

"What a feast!"

"That person has a name in the Ministry of Punishment's files, you should have heard of him, called Xu Sixing."

Zhou Huan's body instantly stiffened, images he could not control surged through his mind, scattered remains, blood-red pupils under the moonlight, and a blood-colored longsword.

That case from ten years ago, even when a Pillar of the State intervened, only managed to severely injure him, unable to kill him on the spot, reportedly after that his Qi Mechanism was broken, and had no chance to reach the Heavenly Sect in his lifetime, but for ten years continued pursuit, yet never captured.

Even three years ago, two Fourth Rank martial artists couldn't capture him.

Zhou Huan's lips trembled, he said:

"Is the person you want to capture him?"

Wuxin's eyes darkened, he shook his head and said:

"No."

"Even more troublesome than him."

"Thanks to you, Lord Zhou."

Zhou Huan's face lost its color, as the Great Qin soldiers, once respectful towards him, tied him up, Wuxin looked towards the officials he had invited to drink, a slight reduction in the coldness in his eyes, he said:

"Today's incident will be suppressed for now, officials will each perform their duties, do not let the common people suffer any harm."

"Thus, there might be a chance to atone for crime with merit."

The Liangzhou officials exchanged glances, saluted and said:

"Yes!"

PS: Today, let me catch my breath a little... (coughing up blood...)