Late at night, the county jail.

This is not an important place. In the past, there were only a few night watchmen. However, many people with identities have been detained here recently. The jailers have to worry about it. They have sent more people. On the periphery, there will be warriors guards, which is much safer.

However, people's energy is limited after all. Even if they take turns to watch the night and stay somewhere for a long time, without anything that can refresh themselves, they will be confused. It's okay in the first half of the night, at least the person's physical functions have not reached their limits, and they can endure it and not go to bed, but in the second half of the night, it is often the most uncomfortable time... The above said that you should be more cautious in the second half of the night.

But what about the nightmare, the nightmare is tempting...

A figure suddenly flashed, awakening the dozing Wu Zhu. He held the lamp and looked around. There was no one looking. He returned to his original position again with a curse. He always felt that he was dazzled. After all, as a prison guard, he was also considered an official class. The central supervisor and the northern supervisor seemed to have great power, but he was a small official after all. In his eyes, the possibility of someone coming to rob the prison was not as high as that of Pu Xiang and Xu Heng.

Thinking of this, he leaned against the railing and continued to squint his eyes.

The next moment, a cold light suddenly came, and a sleepy head fell down, and his eyes were not open yet... Looking at the dead Wu Zu, the man holding the dagger gestured, indicating that everyone was careful.

The light hanging on the railing swayed gently, reflecting the group of people, wearing strong clothes and masks, and unknown identity. After killing the Wushu, he quickly dispersed everywhere. He also dealt with the martial arts next to him like a gourd, and slowly approached the gate of the county prison.

After a while, a man dressed in a martial arts hand slowly walked over, carried a light, approached the door and knocked: "Where is the person, open the door?"

"Who is it, why is it noisy?" A weak response came from inside.

"The night watchman, shh... don't make a sound. The situation is inappropriate. The boss asked me to come in and see the situation. I just found someone approaching outside." Wu Zu said, and the light in his hand shook, and the voice became deeper. "You are slow to make you come to rob the prison?"

"Don't talk nonsense." The person inside panicked, and soon the sound of walking came. As the iron lock shaking sounded, the door opened soon, and the jailer inside walked out, "I'm not...wait, who are you?"

"I..." Wu Zu suddenly covered the other party's mouth, and with a light stroke of the dagger, the prison guard suddenly stopped and struggled, his body hanged down, "The prisoner was robbed."

After doing all this, Wu Zu waved his hand outside. Soon, a group of masked people came over, without saying anything, and carefully slipped into the county prison.

...

The environment in the county prison is not good. Some prison rooms are not inhabited for many years and there is no one to clean them on weekdays. When someone suddenly comes in, they have to face a thick layer of dust and wet and rotten straw mats, and there is not even a bedding. It is okay in summer, but once it is winter, many people will often be frozen to death.

Feng Xuan was sleeping uneasy. The small prison room was closed. It was late at night, without a trace of light. The prison guard would not waste money on lamps and gas here. Therefore, he had never experienced such a poor environment in the corner where he was alone. Even though he was sleepy, he would still sleep for a while and wake up for a while. He opened his eyes and looked around. He felt sad and regretted following Huang Xian to do things... During Xu Shen's lifetime, Huang Xian and he were obviously close to Xu Shen, and the poor family depended on the gentry. This is a very normal truth. However, Xu Shen died. Although he was indeed sad, his opponent was Wang, which was obviously not something he could deal with. Naturally, he could not feel the desire to resist.

But just after learning that Wang Ningzhi was going to succeed to the prefect, Huang Xian came to him and said that he wanted to give Wang Ningzhi a warning. This is understandable. Moreover, the meaning in Huang Xian's words was just a little trouble and did not mean to avenge Xu Shen. Thinking of Xu Shen's care for him during his lifetime, Feng Xuan finally agreed - but he never thought that it would be so big.

Regret, he was opening his eyes to see a small black shadow in the corner of the wall. It was a mouse. Suddenly, his eyes became wet. He knocked on the wall hard, making a sound, trying to scare the mouse away.

Dongdongdongdongdong...

The sound of knocking on the wall is dull, but it can be heard far in this quiet environment.

Suddenly, Feng Xuan looked up suddenly, and he seemed to hear a rapid moving footstep. Soon, accompanied by the words "This sound", three people suddenly appeared at the prison room.

"But Huang Xian or Feng Xuan?" asked the person outside.

"Who are you?" Feng Xuan asked carefully.

"Here are you here to save someone, are you..."

"Yes, I am Feng Xuan."

"Very good." The person outside pulled out a long knife.

Emitting a faint silver cold light...

...

Xu Lian was stimulated by a faint smell of blood. He opened his eyes and felt a little strange. There seemed to be a rustling sound next to him, but it was not from the prison room of his parents... He remembered that during the day, someone was locked in the prison room next to him. His name was unclear, but he was so cursing that he could hear his identity. The central supervisor of Kuaiji County, and it seemed that he was also sent in by Wang Ningzhi.

He turned over and slept directly on the ground, which made him sour all over his body. Fortunately, after so many years, he gradually adapted. He leaned against the wall, and the closer he got, the stronger the blood smell. Through the gaps in the iron railings, he could see that something seemed to be flowing outside.

A look of surprise appeared on Xu Lian's face. He poked his hand, dipped it in the liquid outside, and sent it to his nose to sniff it - it was blood!

He shivered all over and hit the iron fence, making a bang.

Then, a figure appeared outside and looked at him condescendingly.

"Shh, don't say anything, I'm here to save you." The man whispered, then waved to Xu Lian, "There are jailers outside, I have to solve them first. I'll give you the key first. You can see which one is right."

As he said that, he took out a string of jingling keys.

Xu Lian breathed a sigh of relief, stood up from the ground, walked over to get the key, but when he came into contact, he found that he had touched something flat and cold, and then, an explosive pain appeared on his chest.

His pupils suddenly dissipated, and he slowly raised his hand, a pool of black liquid.

It's blood...

...

"Are you done?"

"alright."

In front of a prisoner's body, the masked man exchanged information with each other. After confirming that the matter was done, the person who changed into the military uniform paused for a moment and said, "You wait a little longer, and I'll go."

"Why, if you do this, it will make it difficult for the above to do it." Someone stopped him.

"You can't be ungrateful, and I didn't say to save him, but just go and see. If you can't rest assured, follow me, I won't speak." The man said, then ignored the thoughts of others, turned around and walked into the depths of the darkness with a lamp. After turning a few turns, he came to a prison room. The dim light just illuminated the scene inside.

Puxiang, wearing a Taoist robe, lay carelessly on the ground. The Taoist robe was stained with stains and was very sloppy, which made the man in the martial arts uniform stunned. His bitter emotions filled his chest. His Adam's apple moved up and down, his mouth opened, but no sound was made, and he stared at the person inside.

After a while, he knelt down, kowtowed, hesitated for a moment, and turned around and left without looking back.

The gentle footsteps gradually faded away, and Puxiang, who was sleeping, turned over and opened his eyes...

...

The fire started to burn, and it spread rapidly from the central courtyard because it was a wooden building. After a moment, it turned into a sea of ​​fire. Whether it was a slave who had just woken up or had no time to escape, he looked at the huge fire and trembled all over and wanted to protect the children behind him, but it was too late. A large group of people holding knives rushed in and faced a group of unarmed slaves, completely crushing and killing them.

Blood, fire, night.

The killing suddenly came, and the guards could not resist it, not to mention that the slaves in the backyard were not reminded. When the strong smell of blood came with the flames, it was obviously difficult to escape.

Azou took a deep breath, heard the roar outside, the child's crying, and listened to the sound of footsteps getting closer and closer, his heart was pounding. He searched everywhere for things he could use, but there were only a few pieces of rotten wood, obviously under the sharp blade of a long knife, which could not be resisted.

"Is this...a cottage?"

"Do you want to go in and take a look?"

The sound came, and at the moment, Azou no longer hesitated, walked in carefully and immersed his body in the pit.

The two masked men carrying lanterns walked in and looked around. The long sword in their hands was still dripping with blood, and they dripped in the pit with two clicks. Seeing that there was no one here, they didn't stay for too long, and quickly left.

Azou poked his head out of the pit, wiped off the foul smell on his face indiscriminately, opened his eyes, and raised his head in a daze:
Chapter completed!