After entering the city, Fang Xiwen took her sister and hurriedly walked through the streets.

The six-door ceremonial gate is entirely black, with cornices and vermilion columns, which matches the color of the uniform.

But he didn't care about admiring it, and before they even entered the door, the two of them saw the shrewd head catcher from last time.

He was sitting on the steps basking in the sun, his beard trembling and trembling, and he didn't even bother to stand up. "It's you two again, are there any new clues this time?"

Seeing this, Fang Qingxiao slapped the Jianzong token directly and said concisely, "Take us to the place where the prisoners are detained."

The catcher jumped up and stood up, his pupils narrowed, and he said slowly: "Sword Sect disciples, I'm afraid I don't have this authority."

"Hey, hey, hey." Seeing that her sister seemed to be about to draw her sword, Fang Xiwen hugged her hurriedly, smiled apologetically at the catcher and said, "My lord, that's it.

When I went home yesterday, I found that the jade pendant I had been carrying was missing. I couldn't find it anywhere. I thought it might have been picked up by those bandits, so I came here to ask."

Seeing his sincere tone, the catcher's eyebrows relaxed a bit, "In that case, just say so. I'll send someone to find it and come pick it up tomorrow."

"But... this is what I gave you as a gift," Fang Xiwen let go of her sister and said with a wry smile, "If I hadn't had an appointment with someone tonight, I wouldn't have been so urgent."

He pointed at his embarrassed appearance and continued: "I have searched everywhere in my house. I am really desperate, so I came to trouble you, sir."

As he said this, he took out a small jade bottle from his arms and handed it over with a flattering smile, "A small gift is not a sign of respect."

The catcher reached out to take it, opened it, smelled it, took a deep look at him, turned around and entered the six doors and said a few words, then walked out of the city, "Follow me."

...

...

Get out of town.

The place where six gates are used to hold prisoners is outside the city, to the north. The nearest street is called Fengqi, and Liuli Garden is on this street.

The head catcher led the way, while Fang Xiwen and his sister followed behind. The two exchanged glances and nodded lightly.

In fact, he already realized something was wrong when he got here.

Since so many prisoners are imprisoned, people have to eat, drink, poop, and produce a lot of garbage.

But the road was clean and tidy, with almost no signs of life, except for the occasional tattered clothes.

Perhaps because of the bribe, the arrester's attitude became more friendly, and he seemed to be saying casually: "I wonder what the third young master's jade pendant looks like?"

Hearing this, Fang Xiwen took two steps forward to stand shoulder to shoulder with him, as if recalling: "That is something I have worn since I was a child. My mother obtained it from Qixia Temple to keep me safe.

It is green in color and as tender as new willows..."

Fang Xiwen thought about it for a long time along the way, and it was full of details. Combined with the expression that was half sad and half nostalgic, eight out of ten arresters believed it.

"Although we have conducted a simple body search, there may be something we have missed," the head catcher thought for a moment and met his sad gaze, "We will try our best."

"Thank you, sir!"

The vegetation outside the city became sparse, and a small stone building gradually appeared in sight.

"I wonder who the Third Young Master is giving this jade pendant to?"

"It's a heroine, I can't reveal the specific one," Fang Xiwen said with a gentle expression, "In short, she is our love object."

"I didn't expect that the third young master could be such an affectionate person..."

"Arrived."

Fang Qingxiao pulled off his brother's sleeve and spoke abruptly.

I saw a man coming out of the forbidden room, wearing a red suit embroidered with gold thread, and greeted the arrester, who took out a jade token as usual.

After a brief identity confirmation session, the jailer led several people in through the gate, with the jailer in front, the siblings in the middle, and the head catcher walking behind.

After passing through a narrow well, several people came to the cell deep inside.

Before entering, you can see a very light white mist coming out from under the door.

The jailer took out the key, but before he could unlock it, Fang Xiwen suddenly ran into his arms, and an iron mountain support hit him on the chest. The latter stepped back several steps, only to see a scabbard slap him, and he suddenly fainted.

Past.

The other side ended faster, and Fang Qingxiao didn't see any movement, and the long sword stopped next to the catcher's neck.

Before the latter even had time to take out his weapon, his face suddenly turned pale and he raised his hands, "I surrender."

Bang bang bang!

Fang Qingxiao tapped his chest with his left hand several times, sealing several large acupuncture points, and then withdrew the long sword.

"Go and open the door." Fang Xiwen handed over the key and ordered.

"Why so..."

"Stop pretending, I know what you are doing." He pointed to the white mist underneath.

Now the catcher didn't feel any luck anymore, so he could only lead them to open the door honestly, "When did you...find out?"

"We just killed that evil cultivator," Fang Xiwen said in a cold voice, "Actually, yesterday, when you six sects were arresting people, I felt something was wrong."

"Arrest people?"

"Because those bandits came for me, but you didn't ask me why," Fang Xiwen pressed the scabbard against his waist and sneered: "At first, I thought it was because of your bad attitude, but later I found out...

."

"What do you have to ask someone who is about to die?"

Phew!

As the doors opened one after another, thick white mist filled the place.

In the nearest room, several bandits who had just been imprisoned were squatting together. They looked like they had lost a lot of weight and were extremely depressed.

The soles of their feet were illuminated by blood-red formations, flowing into the depths of darkness.

Other than that, I can't feel the breath of any living thing.

"...In order to prevent them from losing too much energy and falling asleep, you even specially found kudzu cordata," Fang Xiwen grabbed his collar with cold eyes, "How considerate."

"Third Young Master, I don't know what you are angry about." Now that he was exposed, the catcher's face gradually became calmer and he looked at him indifferently, "You don't know how much evil these bandits have done. They have always been

Damn it."

"They deserve to die, but they don't deserve to die in your hands."

"It should not become the nourishment for evil cultivators."

Bang!

He directly threw the catcher against the wall. The latter hit him and his body slowly slid down.

"Help, help..."

These sturdy bandits have become so weak that even their calls for help have become extremely faint.

Walking all the way to the inner cell, Fang Qingxiao's expression changed slightly.

Inside are cold bones, and there are even skeletons that look like children...

She found the core of the formation and chopped it into pieces with one strike of her sword.

The thick white mist lost its restraint and began to disperse violently in all directions.

"Who ordered you?"

Fang Xiwen picked him up and put the tip of the sword against his throat.

Faced with the threat, the arrester became calmer and calmer, "Do you know why only the jailer is guarding here?"

"The blood essence was not found." Fang Qingxiao walked over and shook his head gently.

Hearing this, the catcher laughed triumphantly: "Because someone has already taken me away! If you kill me, not only will you get nothing, but you will also be charged with killing an official of the imperial court!"

"Why should we sympathize with these death row prisoners? Like these bandits, all of them deserve to die!"

"Then please explain what happened to those children's bones," his voice was as cold as anyone else's, and the tip of his sword scratched out streaks of blood. "If the reason doesn't satisfy me, I will make you die in an ugly way."

The catcher looked at him with wide eyes, as if he had discovered some big joke, "Third Young Master, don't you know what it means to kill the Nine Clan? Some of them were exiled here from the God City, and they are all recorded in the files.

."

"..."

"Their crimes are more serious than bandits. Everything I do is legal and compliant——"

I can no longer say anything about arresting the head, because a long sword has been stabbed into his stomach.

"Since you don't want to tell me, I will go and find out myself." Fang Xiwen suddenly pulled out his sword and threw him to the ground. "You can feel their pain here."

"Xiwen."

"I'm fine."

Letting the catcher look at him with resentful eyes, Fang Xiwen returned the sword to its sheath and nodded to her sister, "I'll go feed them some Qi and Blood Pills. Sister, just keep watch outside."

I finally figured out the conspiracy, and in the end I only killed one accomplice and saved three bandits.

He doesn't blame himself for things he can't do, but he just hates this feeling of powerlessness.

Killing the Nine Clan... Maybe some of these people don't know the criminal at all, and they are going to be killed just because of their thin blood relationship. This makes no sense.

Fang Xiwen broke a pill into pieces and fed them to the bandits one by one, pumping out a lot of energy to help them digest it.

Suddenly, his peripheral vision caught a glimpse of the corner of the cage, and his pupils shrank suddenly.

Boom!

Fang Qingxiao heard the noise and rushed over with his sword in hand, only to find that his younger brother rushed into a cage and picked up a small body.

"Sister, there is still breath!"

His ecstatic voice sounded, as if handling something fragile, Fang Xiwen carefully held his hand and passed the strands of true energy.

Then, he took out the container and tools, and while lighting a fire on the spot, he diluted the mild elixir with water.

This child, who is as thin as a skeleton, has his eyes tightly closed, his body is dirty, his hair is dry, only his lips are opening and closing slightly, and he is so fragile that he seems to disappear suddenly.

"I have informed the elders of the sect..."

As she spoke, Fang Qingxiao was suddenly stunned. She saw two crystals slipping from the corners of the young man's eyes.
Chapter completed!