In the dungeon of Zuofu, Shen Zhao was sitting cross-legged in the corner with his eyes closed.

The person in charge of guarding looked at him like this and curiously discussed with the people next to him: "Hey, do you think this person is really not afraid, or is he just pretending?"

The other guard sneered disdainfully, "He's just a scholar who doesn't understand martial arts. If he ends up in a place like this, wouldn't he be afraid?"

When the two of them were talking, a cough sounded. The two of them immediately became more respectful and saluted the person, "Mr. Lin."

"Yeah." Lin Shuang raised his chin slightly and nodded with a bit of arrogance.

Lin Shuang looked at Shen Zhao who was being imprisoned and asked, "What's going on with him?"

The guard immediately replied: "He didn't say anything after he was imprisoned. He just sat there."

Seeing Shen Zhao's calm look, Lin Shuang frowned.

Are you really not afraid of anything?

He doesn't believe it!

"Open the door." Lin Shuang said solemnly.

Lin Shuang walked in, looked at Shen Zhao condescendingly, and said in a bad tone: "Wake up!"

Shen Zhao slowly opened his eyes and looked at him, his eyes light.

Such indifference fell into Lin Shuang's eyes, but it made him even more angry.

How could he not be afraid?!

Lin Shuang whipped hard at him.

Just when the whip was about to fall on the body, a faint internal force bounced the whip back.

Lin Shuang didn't notice the existence of Shen Zhao's inner strength. He just thought he had hit him and threw the pen and ink in front of him with a proud look on his face: "If you don't want to suffer physical pain, write a letter to let your wife go as soon as possible!"

Shen Zhao glanced at him indifferently, his face was calm, but his tone was very firm, "I can't write, and it's impossible to write. In this life, I will never reconcile with my wife, so let you adults give up on this idea. !」

Lin Shuang got angry when he heard this: "Hey! It seems you won't shed tears until you see the coffin! Hit me!!"

Lin Shuang raised his hand and raised his whip, whipping Shen Zhao hard.

Shen Zhao moved his fingers slightly, and just when he was about to swing the whip, Lin's wrists suddenly felt a burst of pain, so painful that the whips on Lin's hands fell to the ground.

Lin Shuang rubbed the sore spot on his wrist, but now it no longer hurt.

Lin Shuang's face was covered with doubts.

What's going on?

Lin Shuang subconsciously looked at Shen Zhao.

Could it be this scholar's trick?

But seeing that he didn't look like he knew martial arts at all, I thought it couldn't be him.

Lin Shuang picked up the whip again, and just as he was about to stand up, he felt a sudden pain in his knees. He couldn't even stand up, so he knelt down directly, as if giving a big salute to Shen Zhao.

The two guards nearby looked at Lin Shuang suddenly kneeling down, with confused expressions on their faces.

Why do you have to pay such a big courtesy to this scholar? Does this scholar actually have some extraordinary status?

The two of them looked at each other, should they follow suit?

Seeing that Lin Shuang was still kneeling, the two of them nodded slightly, then followed Lin Shuang and gave Shen Zhao a big salute.

From the corner of his eye, Lin Shuang saw the two people who were also kneeling down, and immediately asked angrily: "What are you two doing?!"

The two of them looked confused and confused, "We saw that you gave him this big gift, so we..."

Lin Shuang was so angry that he almost vomited blood, "Are you two idiots?! Who is he? I salute him? Why don't you help me up quickly!!"

The two guards quickly got up and helped Lin Shuang up.

However, just as Lin Shuang was about to be helped up, his knees suddenly hurt again. The candlelight around him flickered, flickering, as if it would be extinguished in the next moment.

At the same time, the wind blew slowly from nowhere, and the cold wind penetrated through the collars, making the three of them shiver.

"Woo... Wu..." A sad cry sounded faintly, far and near.

Lin Shuang and the other two guards had expressions of complete expression.

Changed.

This, this is...

Lin Shuang endured the huge fear in his heart, looked at Shen Zhao, and asked in a trembling voice: "You, you, are you up to something?!"

Shen Zhao raised his head and asked him doubtfully: "What trouble? What's wrong?"

As soon as Shen Zhao finished speaking, the miserable cry came from not far away again: "Woo...wu..."

Lin Shuang felt like crying.

Evil, so evil.

The guard couldn't help but asked him: "You, didn't you hear the crying? Didn't you see that the candle was almost extinguished?"

As soon as the guard finished speaking, the candle nearest to them was immediately extinguished.

Lin Shuang: "!!!"

Guard: "!!!"

Mother!!!

There is a ghost!!!

Shen Zhao still looked confused, "I didn't hear any other sounds. Is there anyone else here besides us?"

"It's just not that weird!!" Lin Shuang's inner defenses were about to collapse completely.

Shen Zhao said seriously: "But I didn't hear anything."

"It hurts, it hurts so much..."

Lin Shuang's scalp was numb, his legs could not help but tremble, and he asked Shen Zhao again without giving up: "That's it, that's it, did you really not hear it?"

Shen Zhao shook his head, "No, is there anyone else talking besides you?"

"Of course there is nothing else..." Lin Shuang retorted immediately. Halfway through his words, he paused, and the remaining two words stiffly squeezed out from between his teeth: "Human..."

"call out--"

A voice suddenly sounded from behind them, and at the same time, a dark wind blew their hair.

Lin Shuang and the two guards froze completely, and then immediately jumped up: "Ghost!!!"

How could the three of them dare to stay here? They crawled and rolled and got out of here quickly.

Before leaving, Lin Shuang did not forget to remind him: "Shen Zhao, remember to write a letter to let your wife go!!"

Shen Zhao: "…………"

The guard casually locked the door and left in a hurry.

Shen Zhao: "…………"

Such a big man is so timid.

After the dungeon door was closed, Piao Piao showed his figure just now.

Xuan Yi bowed to Shen Zhao, and then told Shen Zhao about the layout of Zuofu.

Shen Zhao quickly drew it on the paper based on what Xuan Yi said.

When Xuan Yi finished speaking, the layout diagram of Zuofu was still vividly displayed on the paper, "Do you see if it is like this?"

Xuan Yi was surprised when he saw the layout drawn by Shen Zhao, "That's it!"

He looked at Shen Zhao with even more admiration.

"You guys put it away," Shen Zhao said.

"Master, why don't you keep it for safekeeping? You might be able to use it," Xuan Yi said.

Shen Zhao shook his head lightly: "No need, I've already written it down."

Xuan Yi: "..."

So, why is the master the master?

"Who taught you to play ghost just now?" Shen Zhao asked.

Xuan Yi scratched his head in embarrassment and said, "My wife taught me."

Later, Xuan Yi also brought Shen Zhao a suit of clothes and said, "This clothes looks similar to your current clothes, but there is a lot of cotton stuffed in it. Not only can it keep you warm, but if they want to beat you, the cotton can also Help take away most of the energy."

Shen Zhao stroked the clothes sent by Sheng Qingyuan. He didn't put them on yet, but he already felt very warm.

"Besides this, did she say anything else?" A faint smile appeared on Shen Zhao's eyebrows.

Xuan Yi nodded, "Madam has also prepared some laxatives. If those people want to attack you, let them squat in the toilet for a day first, so they probably won't have the strength to attack you."

After a pause, Xuan Yi said with a bit of disgust: "However, looking at it now, it seems
To be continued...