At this moment, Ye Qingyun realized the beauty of freedom.

The feeling of being locked up in a cell is really uncomfortable.

Especially the cell was dark and damp, and there seemed to be a lot of small bugs.

At this moment, Ye Qingyun only felt itchy on his back, but his hands and feet were tied up, so he couldn't scratch it even if he wanted to.

It's so uncomfortable.

no way.

Ye Qingyun could only stand up.

He rubbed his back against the rough wall of the cell.

Don't even say it.

It's quite comfortable to rub against.

Relieve itching.

Ye Qingyun was confused, but also showed a happy expression on his face.

The two jailers outside the cell were a little confused when they saw Ye Qingyun's behavior.

What is this guy doing?

Why are you twisting and twisting against the wall with such a disgusting expression on your face?

Could it be that he is performing some kind of black magic?

The two jailers suddenly became alert.

"Hey! Be patient and don't move!"

"That's right! If you dare to move again, we will be rude to you!"

Ye Qingyun and everyone were dumbfounded.

Can't this damn person even scratch an itch?

"Brothers, my back is itchy and I can't scratch it. I can only rub it against the wall. Isn't that okay?"

Ye Qingyun said very sadly and angrily.

oh.

It turned out to be an itch.

That's okay.

"Then don't make any expression when you rub it, it will look disgusting."

The jailer said angrily.

Ye Qingyun: "..."

Fine!

Isn’t it okay if I rub it with a blank expression?

...

The lobby of the Hanging Mirror Division.

Zhang Qian, the head of the Contemporary Hanging Mirror Department, was sitting on a tiger-head chair, flipping through a booklet in his hand.

Zhang Qian looks to be in his forties, with a pale face and beardless appearance, and a somewhat feminine appearance.

However, even though he is old, it can still be seen that this man is handsome and must have been a handsome man when he was young.

Zhang Qian is the head of the contemporary Xuanjing Department and has great power.

It can be called a sharp weapon in the hands of the emperor.

The entire Xuanjing Division is commanded by Zhang Qianlai.

The man in purple walked into the lobby at this moment.

"Sir, the person has been put in the cell."

Zhang Gan glanced at the man in purple.

"Song Yucheng, who did you bring back?"

Song Yucheng said: "A young monk, and a young man who has no cultivation."

Zhang Qian was startled.

A monk?

Is there another young man who has no cultivation skills?

"The two of them are involved with that witch?"

Zhang Qian asked with a frown.

Song Yucheng nodded: "At that time, my subordinates noticed the aura of the witch and immediately rushed into the room. As a result, there was no sign of the witch in the room. There were only the two of them and four unconscious women from Hongxiufang."

"Where are the four women from Hongxiufang?"

"We have already checked. They are the same as the previous brothel girls. They have been controlled and know nothing."

Zhang Gan nodded.

"What about those two people? Have you ever found out anything through cross-examination?"

Song Yucheng shook his head: "The monk is in a coma and is not awake yet."

"That young man said a lot, but it was all nonsense and looked weird."

"He also said that he knew His Majesty the Emperor and that his name was Ye Qingyun."

Hearing this, Zhang Qian's expression suddenly changed.

"What did he say his name was?"

Song Yucheng was startled.

"Ye Qingyun."

Zhang Qian suddenly stood up.

His face became extremely solemn.

Ye Qingyun?

Could it be that Ye Qingyun?

Zhang Qian couldn't hold back his anger.

"Bring people here immediately."

"No, I'll go and see for myself!"

Zhang Gan quickly rushed to the cell.

Arriving inside the cell.

Zhang Gan saw Ye Qingyun and Huikong who were imprisoned in prison.

At this glance.

Zhang Qian's expression changed drastically.

"It's really him!"

Song Yucheng on the side was full of doubts.

"Sir, do you know this person?"

Zhang Gan turned to look at Song Yucheng.

"You're in big trouble!"

Song Yucheng looked stunned.

Causing big trouble?

He had no idea what trouble he had gotten into.

Zhang Qian didn't bother to explain anything and quickly asked someone to open the cell door.

Ye Qingyun was taking a nap when he heard a sound and saw someone walking in.

"What are you doing? You're not going to abuse lynching, are you?"

Ye Qingyun was so frightened that he screamed repeatedly.

Zhang Qian quickly knelt on the ground.

"Master Ye, forgive me!"

Ye Qingyun looked at Zhang Qian kneeling on the ground and blinked.
Chapter completed!