198: The missing yamen runners and the worries of prefect Hong Zhi!

Heavenly Spiritual Objects, can such things be lent to others?

Upon seeing this, Shangguan Yunlan looked at Mo Ronghua with a suspicious gaze.

"Lord Mo, is the record here about Mystic Envoy Lu Xuan of Baidao Prefecture true?"

With that, Shangguan Yunlan had the Black Feather Guard beside her take the archive to Mo Ronghua.

"Lu Xuan?"

Li Chengxing, who was nearby, heard these two words, and a gleam flashed in his eyes.

He promptly raised his hand, his five fingers slightly bent, and grabbed at the Void Realm.

The archive, which Mo Ronghua had just taken into his hand, seemed to be tightly gripped by an invisible large hand.

The archive book slipped from Mo Ronghua's hand and flew towards Li Chengxing at an extremely fast speed.

"Lu Xuan, it really is him!"

Li Chengxing's eye twitched slightly when he saw the record, clearly speechless at Lu Xuan's actions.

Mo Ronghua smiled wryly at the sight.

He knew which incident Shangguan Yunlan was referring to without even looking at the archive.

"Lord Yunlan, this matter is indeed true.

Your subordinate would never fabricate stories!"

After receiving the answer, Shangguan Yunlan showed no reaction, which greatly surprised Mo Ronghua.

What Mo Ronghua didn't know was that Shangguan Yunlan's main purpose in coming to An Prefecture was for Lu Xuan.

Checking the archives of other Fu City Blackbird Guard residences was merely a secondary task.

Li Chengxing's purpose in coming to An Prefecture was also for Lu Xuan.

Because His Majesty the Emperor wanted to summon Lu Xuan!

Before long, seven or eight Black Feather Guards who had gone to inspect the martial Dao resources came in from outside the door.

"My Lord, the martial Dao resources stored in Jingtai Prefecture indeed match the records in the archive above."

"Hmm, very good!"

Seeing that her mission was complete, Shangguan Yunlan said a final word to Mo Ronghua and left without looking back.

"Lord Mo, we have other matters to attend to, so we won't disturb you any further!"

Mo Ronghua was somewhat puzzled by Shangguan Yunlan's swift departure.

Is that all?

Mo Ronghua had been preparing a long list of reasons to persuade these Black Feather Guards.

After Shangguan Yunlan and her group left, Mo Ronghua went to Li Chengxing's side and asked about his confusion.

"Brother Xing, why would you personally come to An Prefecture?"

How strange!

As one of the three Vice Directors of the Blackbird Guard, Li Chengxing held a high position of power and possessed unfathomable strength.

Why would he have time to personally descend upon a small place like An Prefecture!

Li Chengxing handed the archive book to Mo Ronghua and then smiled faintly.

He merely pointed a finger mysteriously at the sky and spoke a few vague words.

"Brother Mo, my coming to An Prefecture is naturally by that person's arrangement."

"That person is very interested in the individual from Baidao Prefecture in An Prefecture!"

"Brother Mo, then I won't disturb you anymore."

After Li Chengxing finished speaking, he lost interest in staying there and turned to leave.

That person?

Someone from Baidao Prefecture?

Mo Ronghua pondered for a while, and suddenly, Lu Xuan's face appeared in his mind.

Could it be for Lu Xuan?

...

Baidao Prefecture Yamen!

Inside the main hall of the residence, a man dressed in a Yamen Runner's uniform, appearing to be about sixty years old with an intimidatingly serious expression, stood in the center of the hall.

This man was Fan Wei, the Chief Constable of the Yamen, a Martial Artist at the Blood Refinement Minor Achievement Realm.

In front of Fan Wei was an old man with slightly frosted temples, who was none other than Prefect Hong Zhi of Baidao Prefecture.

At this moment, Prefect Hong Zhi's expression was extremely solemn, his eyes filled with anxiety and urgency.

"Have you found the whereabouts of those four people?"

Prefect Hong Zhi's words were resounding, allowing no one to disregard them.

"Reporting to my Lord, no!"

"My four subordinates completely lost their trace after going to that place east of Fu City."

"Moreover, Wu Wei's body also disappeared."

"It was at the location of Shuimen Alley."

Fan Wei recounted everything he knew.

Prefect Hong Zhi murmured softly.

"Shuimen Alley, Wu Wei?"

"Wu Wei, I remember, he seems to be the Master of Wu Family Fist Hall, right?"

"Yes, my Lord!"

"Just this morning, Wu Wei died mysteriously at home, so your subordinate dispatched Constable Fan Dong with four men to investigate the situation."

At this moment, Prefect Hong Zhi looked up and stared at Fan Wei, seemingly scrutinizing him!

Prefect Hong Zhi's gaze was like a bone-chilling cold wind, blowing directly onto Fan Wei's face.

"Where did Fan Dong go?"

Fan Wei showed a look of shame and cautiously said, "Reporting to my Lord, Fan Dong deserted his post during the mission and ran off to Xinyue Tower."

"However, Fan Dong returned to the Yamen at noon."

"He found your subordinate to report the mysterious disappearance of those four Yamen Runners and Wu Wei's body."

"Now, Fan Dong is waiting outside the door!"

The reason Fan Wei was so troubled was that Fan Dong was his nephew.

This fellow was already twenty-nine years old, yet he was still loafing around all day.

With the help of his uncle, he had barely managed to Cultivate to the Bone Refinement Realm.

He just met the standard for a Yamen Constable.

Therefore, Fan Wei, relying on his position as Chief Constable, informed the Prefect and promoted his nephew to the rank of Constable.

With that, Fan Wei shouted towards the door!

"You scoundrel, how dare you abandon your post like this? Get in here now!"

No sooner had Fan Wei's words fallen than a man dressed in a Yamen Runner's uniform came scrambling in from outside the door.

The man looked somewhat corpulent, and his face was visibly flushed, clearly indicating that the effects of alcohol had not yet worn off.

"You scoundrel, hurry and kneel!"

Fan Dong saw his uncle's fury, and the drunken flush on his face instantly vanished, replaced by a pale complexion.

He stumbled and knelt before Prefect Hong Zhi.

"My Lord, spare my life.

It was your subordinate who abandoned his post.

Please punish me!"

Prefect Hong Zhi's brow furrowed, but he didn't say much, only spoke faintly.

"Speak, I need to know the detailed situation!"

Fan Dong saw that the Prefect didn't seem to be angry, and a hint of joy appeared deep within his heart.

He didn't even bother to catch his breath and quickly began to speak.

"Yes!"

"This morning, your subordinate was ordered to go to Shuimen Alley in the east of the city to investigate the mysterious death of the Master of Wu Family Fist Hall."

"Then, your subordinate and the other four people carefully inspected Wu Family Fist Hall and found no suspicious points."

"Therefore, your subordinate planned to transport Wu Wei's body back to the Yamen's morgue for further detailed observation."

"Then, midway, your subordinate suddenly had some urgent matters, so I let those four people be responsible for carrying Wu Wei's body back to the Yamen."

"And... and... it's just as my Lord saw, those four people and Wu Wei's body disappeared together!"

After Fan Dong finished speaking, a hint of relief appeared on his face.

It seemed he had inadvertently escaped a deadly calamity!