Nanyu.

When Feng Yang led him into the cellar, his heart was pounding. What made him frightened and panicked was not that he was worried about himself, but that he knew that if they were caught, their career would be destroyed.

.And after this, no one in General Nan dared to resist the emperor on the throne. It was this thought that made him clenched the hilt of his sword, stopped at the door, and listened carefully to the last words coming from below.

A slight sound.

Feng Yang looked back, instinctively looking for Prince Gallo Veitch, the leader of the conspiracy. He waited until the prince nodded, then opened the door suddenly and jumped down a short flight of stairs. He was on the cold stone floor.

Standing firm on his feet, his body tensed as if in battle, his eyes searched for the faintest movement in the darkness. The only sound was the rustling of rats crawling between boxes and gnawing at the straw scattered in the cellar.

A rush lamp cast a bright light in the cellar, driving the mice back into the hole, but did not find the lurkers in black uniforms. Feng Yang looked back at the steps behind him and reached out to take the hand from Marquis Saucy.

Over burning rush lamp.

Feng Yang breathed a sigh of relief, "It seems they haven't come yet, thank the great gods!" Feng Yang turned around and stared at the jagged opening leading to the tunnel. He thought of letting Prince Gallo Vic and Sosi

He frowned helplessly when a nobleman like the Marquis crawled through the mud and quagmire of the sewer. When he thought of Princess Elena and Lady Arcadia crawling through such a dirty place, he felt sick to his stomach. If

There are ways to protect them from such insults... but, no, they will suffer even more if they fall into Han Cheng's hands.

Thinking that the young princess was about to marry a shameless peasant like Han Cheng, he tightened his chin and hesitated for a long time, wondering whether he should hold on and just fight with him.

"What happened? Why did you stop?"

When Feng Yang was about to answer the speaker, the darkness covered up the embarrassed sting on his face. "I think I heard something," he replied feebly. "It must be a mouse." He said it without further explanation.

Rushing forward along the narrow channel, smelling the stinking sewers. Gradually, the air warmed, and the damp and unclean heat emanated from the garbage channels below the city.

Feng Yang hesitated on the windowsill, watching and listening. In the distance, he could only hear voices. Their voices were weak and vague. In the echoing sewer, it was impossible to tell which direction they came from. He

All I know is that there are so many of them that the armor will rattle as soon as the person who speaks is silent. Only a group of armed men will intervene in the sewers, and that is the secret envoys. They must be here to carry out Han Cheng's orders.

"Where should we go, General?"

Feng Yang was also troubled by the answer. He turned his head left and right, trying desperately to figure out which direction the sound came from. If they waited too long, their own rush lights would be seen. They had to be there.

Leave before Han Cheng and his henchmen have a chance to discover them. But if he makes the wrong choice, they will fall straight into the arms of the villain.

When Feng Yang stared into the dark sewer, he felt creepy. Thousands of glaring red eyes stared at him in the shadows, each eye burning with disgusting hunger. Looking at them

, he could imagine his body lying in the sewage, a sharp knife driven through his heart, and a swarm of ravenous rodents gnawing at his bones.

Feng Yang was stunned because he noticed a pair of eyes staring at him in the darkness. They were bigger than a mouse's eyes, higher from the ground, and had a thin and elongated shape behind them, which was disturbing. However, under the rush lantern,

Under the light, they, like the mice around them, shone with a deep red light, which was the embers of evil and hunger. When Feng Yang looked at this evil ghost, he seemed to feel a cold finger following his

The spine slides.

So there was no time to think about that terrible ghost. Whether it was imagination or nightmare, Feng Yang moved his eyes away from the black shadow, turned around, and responded to the screams of shock and fear coming from behind him.

.His first thought was that the emissary had somehow ambushed them from behind. After a moment, he began to hope that it was Han Cheng's thugs who ambushed them.

The sewer walls were crawling with vermin, bloated rats that crawled along the ledges and swam in the filthy ditches. A swarm of squeaking, chirping rodents swarmed the escapees

Coming. The nobles shouted in disgust, using their swords to block the rats that were clawing at their legs.

Lady Arcadia screamed as a black beast with huge fangs was biting her shoes. The Marquis of Sauce stamped his boots frantically as a group of screaming beasts rushed towards him.

Feng Yang rushed towards the chattering group and threw all the rush lamps into the faces of the mice gathered at Princess Irena's feet. The frightened woman fell into his arms, her breathing turning into panic.

Panting, Feng Yang shifted her weight to his arm holding the sword, pressed her on his shoulder, and waved the burning brand on the noses of the oncoming wolves.

A painful wail echoed in the sewer. Feng Yang raised his head and saw Gustav clutching his bleeding leg, and a striped mouse gnawing at his knee. His injured leg was paralyzed under him, face down.

He fell in the midst of a swarm of rodents. They immediately descended on him, becoming a living carpet of biting fangs and gleaming claws.

"We can't beat them!" Feng Yang shouted, waving his sword and rush lantern. "We have to run!"

Prince Gallo Veitch used a jeweled dagger and a sharp sword to chop at the mouse at his feet, "What about the plan this time?"

"I can't worry about so much now!" Khalid shouted, his arms covered with blood from rat bites. "No matter what, it's better than being eaten alive!"

Feng Yang turned around and noticed for the first time that the road to their left was clear. For some reason, there were no mice in this direction. Maybe they were scared away by the approaching fire, but no matter what the reason was, he would not waste it.

This opportunity to escape from those bug fangs! Feng Yang shouted to his comrades, hugged Princess Irena tightly, and led them in a hasty retreat.

The rats swarmed behind them, chirping and screaming, causing a deafening commotion, so that the echo of the emissary's roar was drowned out by the noise. For a moment, Feng Yang didn't know whether they were approaching the enemy or far away.

Enemies. But he no longer cares about it at this moment. The most important thing is to escape from those greedy pests.

The fugitives escaped from the sewers for a long time, but it could not have been more than a quarter of an hour. It was a shameful and terrifying retreat. The warriors who had once faced the alien warriors on the battlefield with incomparable valor faced these weaklings.

, the poor animals ran for their lives in front of them! However, they were unable to fight against such a huge group of rats. Every time Feng Yang crushed a rat to death, dozens of rats would rush in to take its place. They had only two choices: either run away

, or be eaten.

Finally, when he felt that his heart was about to burst from the exertion, when his breath burned painfully in his lungs, when sweat streamed down his brow and blinded his eyes, the sewer suddenly became silent.

Feng Yang stopped in his hurried flight and bravely looked back. He wiped the sweat from his eyes and blinked. He couldn't believe what he saw in front of him.

The rats were gone! One second, the sewers were filled with swarms of blood-hungry rats, and the next, only ancient masonry buildings were left. To everyone’s surprise, the entire rat pack gave up the hunt!

"Where did they go?" Khalid gasped in surprise, almost unwilling to believe what he saw.

"None of this matters anymore, let's not wait any longer," Feng Yang decided. His hand caressed the princess's smooth and silky fingers, and then he led her to meet her father. Feng Yang saw Suo

The Marquis of the West had a grateful expression on his face and nodded solemnly. He didn't feel that he had done anything to help the princess, because what was waiting for her was even more disgusting than these hungry rats.

"At least we seem to have escaped the pursuit of the emissary," Count Van Schock said as he tried to stop the blood flow from the wound on his leg. "But where are we?"

Feng Yang slowly sheathed his sword and looked around. "I think we must be somewhere near the seaside." He poked the dirty passage with his thumb, pointed at the fish bones flowing out, and then pointed again.

Refers to the end of the tunnel.

"Who cares where it leads, as long as it gets us out of these damn sewers!" Khalid complained.

"Your Majesty and gentlemen," Feng Yang said, "I think this is the best news I have heard today."

The small group of aristocrats and idealists hurried down the tunnel, so eager for fresh air and open skies that no one even glanced back. None of them saw the pair of gleaming red eyes watching them in the darkness.

He didn't even hear the sharp, inhuman chuckle coming from the lanky body behind the eyes.

"Have you found them?!" Han Cheng glared at his sergeant and roared. The soldier gave a stiff salute and hurried back through the tunnel leading to Mrs. Arcadia's cellar. Hearing the search for the sewer tunnel

Han Cheng frowned at the shouts of others. Except for one dead man, they found no trace of any conspirators. Even the remaining corpses were useless because they had already been bitten by the swarms of rats.

It was beyond recognition.

"General." A sharp voice came from the darkness. Han Cheng turned around, holding a dagger in his hand. He could only make out the figure squatting next to a broken column and rubble. There was no doubt that,

That twisted, inhuman laziness. That was one of his mutant friends, his secret spy.

Han Cheng readied his dagger, anger burning in his eyes. "They escaped." he roared. "Despite your talk about understanding the underground situation here, the traitor still escaped! If you had taken us earlier,

Come on, if you find a more direct route, I can kill them all!"

In front of the angry Han Cheng, the mutant cowered and put its smelly nose on the dirty window sill to show humility. "Please forgive us for our incompetence, General!" the mutant screamed.

Han Cheng resisted the urge to kick the cowering monster's fangs into its throat. "They escaped," he repeated.

The mutant raised his body slightly, his eyes flashing red under Han Cheng's oil lamp. "Not entirely." The guy hissed, his body straightened proudly, and he reported: "Caught one."

"Mortally wounded," it added, its tone becoming apologetic. "Take this before the traitor escapes!" The mutant reached into his dirty cloak and pulled out a card from a hidden pocket.

Parchment. It stretched out its furry paws to hand it to Han Cheng. Han Cheng's face twisted in disgust. He pointed at the ruins angrily, indicating that the mutant should leave its loot there.

Han Cheng was annoyed by the failure of his inferior human companions. Just when he began to think that the mutants were useless, he reached out and picked up the parchment. As his eyes read the fragmented sentences,

He smiled.

"That's good," he said. "Your man did a good job." When Han Cheng praised it, the mutant shook his head. However, he had dismissed the man from his thoughts. He was focused on

Thinking about that letter, thinking about how to report to the higher-ups that his most trusted general was plotting to overthrow his regime.

First it was his marriage to Princess Irina, and then he destroyed the rebels' conspiracy. Han Cheng suddenly felt that his future was bright.
Chapter completed!