The words shook Xu Guangmao for a long time before he came back to his senses. He couldn't help but feel that these words were a bit arrogant, but after glancing at the two stiff corpses beside him, ten breaths ago, they had still been highly skilled in martial arts and heartless criminals of the Northwest. Arrogance with a reason. He struggled to stand up and gave a deep bow with clasped hands to the black-clad youth, saying: "Cough, cough, I am Zhao Wumao. Thank you for saving my life, mighty hero. As a mere vagabond of the Jianghu, I have nothing to offer to thank the hero. If there are any errands, I am at your service and will surely promote your heroic name." The source of this content ɪs novel~fire~net After saying this, he deeply bowed again, speaking earnestly and sincerely. Wang Anfeng looked at the man before him, the corners of his mouth slightly lifting, then composed his expression, flicked the hilt of the knife lightly with his fingers, making a light sound and said blandly: "Zhao Wumao, a person without a name, without a surname, without a face?" Xu Guangmao was slightly startled, just about to deny it when the man in front of him spoke blandly: "In the Northwest under the Ministry of Punishment, there are three hundred seventy-eight Wind Catcher spies, divided into the camps of earth, water, wind, and fire. To which one do you belong?" "Is it Luan? Or Shadow?" The deepest secret in Xu Guangmao's heart was revealed in one breath, he was shocked, his pupils suddenly contracted, looking at the black-clad youth in front, the latter still had that cold and unperturbed demeanor, his heart was filled with more suspicion and he said: "What are you talking about? I don't quite understand..." The black-clad youth coldly said: "Heavenly Spirit Bird, the Ministry of Punishment's communication." Xu Guangmao's eyes widened, suddenly thinking of the message he sent without much hope, finally realizing the other party's identity, he opened his mouth but couldn't say anything, and now he just let out a heavy sigh, no longer worried in his heart, with the crisis gone, his whole energy and spirit relaxed somewhat, sitting against the wall. Feeling this was disrespectful, he wanted to get up but couldn't, having to lean against the wall, clasping his hands in salute, he said with a wry smile: "Wind Catcher spy of the Ministry of Punishment, Wind Camp Class B number seventeen, Xu Guangmao, greets the sir." "My acupoints were struck, and earlier I also got hit by the 'Seventeen Soul Pursuit Tags' of that Tuberculosis King Yanwang. I was just barely hanging on, but now I can't support myself anymore. Please forgive any rudeness, sir." Wang Anfeng restrained his surprise, the innate curiosity showing, his face still calm and unperturbed, he said: "Seventeen Soul Pursuit Tags?" Xu Guangmao said: "Indeed, that Tuberculosis King Yanwang's martial arts are quite profound..." His voice paused, feeling something strange and off in his words, he looked at the 'superior' who had just turned two live and vicious Northwestern bandits into dead bodies with one slash, coughed lightly, and added: "Not to mention martial arts, what they are truly skilled at are acupoint striking and poisoning. It is said in folklore that Lord Mount Tai governs the underworld, where there are eighteen layers of purgatory. The Seventeen Soul Pursuit Tags are said to come from the last layer of Hell, passing through seventeen layers to reach the human world." "And because this poison is extremely strange and dangerous, once poisoned, one has to endure seventeen days of torment, each day different." "My martial arts skills are lacking, I was struck with acupoints with the mysterious Qimen Dunjia, and was poisoned before, I fear that even normal walking within the next ten days will be quite difficult. Here I have a secret order from the Ministry of Punishment, please send it quickly to the Ministry of Punishment base a hundred miles from here, to be transmitted to the Capital City." Saying this, he struggled to stand up, took something from his bosom, held it in both hands, and handed it to the young man in front of him. Wang Anfeng remained silent, not reaching out to take it. How could he be a secret agent of the Ministry of Punishment? The reason he knew these things was entirely because Jiu Zizai had mentioned some things to him before departing, the old man's intention was that if he encountered any of these Ministry of Punishment agents in trouble when abroad, he should help them if he could. At most, he knew a few important spy bases, but naturally what Xu Guangmao said was the one closest to here. He said it was a base, but it might just be a pawnshop, an inn, or even just a household that had lived locally for thirty to forty years. How could he possibly know? As Xu Guangmao didn't see him reaching to take it, feeling uneasy in his heart, he suddenly heard the other party say coolly: "Handle your own matters yourself." Xu Guangmao opened his mouth, just about to explain the troublesomeness of the poison in his body, and the acupoints struck, but at this moment they started to kick in, really feeling powerless. Then suddenly, there was a sound of a knife's cry, a Qi Force appeared in the air, striking the acupoint on his chest and abdomen, startling him, and before he had time to think anything, he felt pain and nausea, lying on the ground. After retching for a while, puzzled, he managed to say: "Sir, this is... huh?!" Just as he opened his mouth, he was slightly stunned to find that he actually regained some strength, and the stinging pain previously brought by the poison had completely disappeared, seemingly never having been there, leaving him dumbfounded. Wang Anfeng breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, unable to hold back his complaints. What Seventeen Soul Pursuit Tags, such a big name, yet it was resolved so easily. Xu Guangmao touched himself, stuttering: "Sir, this, what's going on?!" "The Se-Seventeen Soul Pursuit Tags..." The black-clad youth flicked his coat, holding the knife in his right hand, said blandly: "Handle your own matters yourself, I have other things to do here, this place is not suitable to stay long, come now." Xu Guangmao glanced at the two corpses nearby, answered with a 'yes,' got up, first searched the two bandits, and then hurried his steps, following the figure in front. Wang Anfeng waited for him to catch up, walking outward as he said: "The intelligence you mentioned, did you discover anything?"