About an hour later, a "clang" sound was heard, which seemed to be the sound of iron hitting the stone wall. The scholar hurriedly approached, groped on the ground for a long time, and finally found a bunch of keys.

Key? The scholar was delighted.

No matter how he got it, he immediately winked at Wang Hong and quietly unlocked the iron gate.

The two of them tiptoed towards the end of the corridor, one after the other. After passing three or five empty stone rooms, they could see faint oil lamps that were extinguished. The torture instruments and racks all over the wall were stained with blood, which made people panic. But there was someone there.

They were chatting and laughing, talking and talking, but it was just a matter of wine, meat and sex.

The lamp shadow flickered, and the scholar confirmed from the lamp shadow and the voice that there were only three guards. He turned back and snickered slightly at Wang Hong. Wang Hong understood his proposition and nodded to express tacit understanding.

The three guards were laughing, drinking wine, and eating meat, and did not notice the threat at all. The Qinggong of Zhuyu Feibu was enough to regulate breath and condense Qi, making people unaware of it.

"Where did Mr. Lin go? How come he didn't come back after a long time?"

"Who knows? He fell into the latrine!"

"I bet he met a woman on the road and stole his soul away!"

"Ha, maybe, I really went to see Yan Hong! What a seductive woman!"

"Whatever, let's drink our food, don't leave it for him!"

Just as the guards were discussing, there was a sudden flash of cold light, which was like an upheaval. The guards hurriedly stretched out their hands to draw their swords, but their waists were already empty! Only then did they realize that the two swords were already in the hands of the scholar and Wang Hong. Chapter 1

As soon as the three guards drew their swords, they were hit on the wrist by Wang Hong's sword light. The swords fell to the ground with a clang.

"Come..." Before he could shout, sword light flashed past, and the three of them were silent. Three figures fell to the ground in the blood.

The scholar was a little confused when he saw the blood. Wang Hong smiled again: "Although I can't die, I have to hurry up, otherwise it will be you and me who will die."

On the shelf are the scholar's iron fan and Wang Hong's sword.

"It's better to use your own weapons." The scholar weighed the iron fan in his hand and waved it affectionately.

He took the weapon and unlocked it, and the heavy iron door opened with a sound.

Wang Hong hesitated deeply, as if he was frightened by something.

The scholar leaned over to take a look, and sure enough, there was a sturdy man sitting on the stone steps next to the iron gate - it was the guy who captured them here the day before yesterday. He once coveted Yanhong. At this moment, he was lowering his head.

, quietly dozing off, his hand still resting on the scabbard, always ready for battle.

The scholar became angry when he saw this guy with a sinister face, and was about to kill him with a sword, but Wang Hong stood in front of him and said, "He's dead. One sword pierced his heart. It's a very ferocious swordsmanship."

I saw faint blood stains in the dark under this person.

"This ruffian -" Wang Hong complained softly and continued to move forward. It is probably Xie Junhe who is used to killing people, and it has become an iron rule that anyone who gets in the way will not survive. But this death is too easy.

, the scholar suddenly felt uncomfortable in his heart.

After exiting the door, there is a deep alleyway, with maze-like twists and turns. The thick smell of blood permeates the air, and from time to time, there are several cracks of whips and several wails. Iron gates strictly isolate the prisoners on death row from the outside world.

All connections lock the living life in a space that cannot see the light of day. Without seeing or listening, I just rush through this stone prison and never want to have anything to do with this solemn air.
Chapter completed!