The officers and soldiers guarding outside the cell immediately rushed in and put a knife on Ai Cao's neck.

Next door, Shen Lichuan was so anxious that he clawed at the thick iron railing and yelled, "He is King Yu, what are you going to do?"

The masked man relieved himself of the most painful moment, straightened up again, and came to the cell where Shen Lichuan was being held.

He also has an unkempt beard, but his messy hair is neatly combed, and his straight back is still strong.

"You can't protect yourself, but you still have the energy to worry about others. It seems that your life in prison is quite comfortable." The masked man squinted his eyes, "Pull him down and be caned!"

The tone was sinister and filled with a biting chill.

The cell door was opened, the iron chain in Shen Lichuan's hand was stirred, and the soldier who had just entered fell into his hands.

The masked man said grimly: "A mere soldier, you want to change yourself? Do you underestimate your own life, or overestimate his value?"

Before Shen Lichuan could take action, the masked man had already pulled out the knife of a soldier next to him and inserted it into the kidnapped soldier's abdomen. "I don't even have basic precautions. There's no point keeping it."

Throwing the knife, the masked man sternly said: "Take this person down!"

Shen Lichuan was restrained by his hands and ankles, and he was forcefully pulled down without a chance to resist.

After a while, a series of whipping sounds could be heard in the torture chamber.

The masked man counted, and it was not until the fifty-eighth stroke that he heard a muffled scream leaking from the corner of his mouth.

"You really have some backbone."

The masked man said something, then withdrew his gaze and looked at "Chu Yu" with blood dripping from his head, "Where is King Yu?"

Ai Cao had his hands tied and stared angrily, "I don't know what you are talking about."

"You're still pretending!" the masked man sneered, "My neck is almost cut off, but my face doesn't change color at all. I'm not a genius!"

He raised his hand, and a basin of ice-cold water held by the soldier beside him poured directly onto mugwort's head.

Wormwood trembled, the blood on his face was washed away, and the mask attached to it was soaked in water, revealing obvious flaws.

The mask was torn off again.

Staring at the equally familiar face, the masked man was not a little surprised. He weighed the mask and said, "You can actually pretend to be in front of everyone for so long."

Even after being carefully disguised for so long, he was still exposed, and Wormwood was no longer hiding, "I'll kill or chop you up."

"It's not that easy to die." The masked man clasped his hands behind his back and showed a gloomy expression.

Inside the torture chamber.

Shen Lichuan was hung by his hands and feet on the cross, and his white prison uniform was whipped to pieces, revealing criss-crossing wounds.

As soon as the person fainted, a basin of salt water was poured on him again, surrounding the iron-boned man, who was also tortured to death and let out a miserable scream.

He escaped the killing plan on the battlefield, but was about to lose his life in this shabby cell.

He was unwilling to do so.

Shen Lichuan stared with scarlet eyes and swore that if he could get out, he would kill the prince!

"Snapped!"

Another whip fell, and the end of the braid swept half of his cheek. His eyes were instantly burning, and his vision became blurred.

Then two, three...

Dense pain spread all over the body, and he gritted his teeth and trusted.

The door to the torture chamber was pushed open again.

A voice came in, "Don't beat him to death, he is still useful."

It was the masked man who spoke, and another prisoner came in behind him.

Shen Lichuan thought it was King Yu, but when he walked in he realized it was, "Mugwort?"

Wormwood was also tied up with five flowers.

The masked person said: "You all should step aside."

Several soldiers retreated again.

The torture chamber was airtight.

Several dim oil lamps were lit on the wall, and various torture instruments were placed on the shelves on one side.

"I heard that when Commander Mo of Jin Yiwei died, his body was later moved here. King Yu once stayed here all night." The masked man selected from a row of torture instruments and selected a sharp knife, " The deep brotherly love is really touching.”

"It's a pity that different ways don't work together." The knife in the masked man's hand reflected a deep cold light, and he opened Mugwort's clothes, and the cold little dagger was pressed against Mugwort's neck bone, " Where did King Yu go?"

Wormwood held her neck, pursed her lips tightly, and remained silent.

"You went to jail for your master, but your master abandoned you!" the masked man provoked, "Is it worth it?"

"If you want to kill, just do it, don't even think about making excuses from me!" Wormwood is not afraid of life or death.

"It's so easy to die!" The cold dagger of the masked man pierced the skin on the back of Wormwood's neck, and a bright red blood line flowed down the pale back.

On the other side, Shen Lichuan clenched his fists, and an extremely bad thought came to his mind. He raised his hoarse voice, "Who are you, and how much hatred do we have against you?"

The masked man raised his eyes, and a sinister aura instantly lingered around him. He raised his eyes and burst out with intense hatred, "The hatred of genocide! Irreconcilable!"

This man is the man behind the secret guard camp. Shen Lichuan has already guessed it, but who is his true identity?

Genocide?

Da Chu has never attacked the country of Uzi.

"Are you from Tianyu?"

But I felt something was wrong. When they attacked Tianyu, they were all in head-to-head confrontation. When had they ever done anything like banditry that wiped out entire families?

The face-faced man sneered and tugged at Moxa's hair.

Shen Lichuan wanted to stop his behavior, but he could only witness everything.

The sharp knife in the masked man's hand suddenly opened a hole in the spine of mugwort, and a black multi-clawed insect entered through the bleeding hole.

The miserable screams were all blocked in her mouth again, and Ai Cao couldn't bear it and passed out.

On the second day, at dawn, the palace door opened wide.

The sixth prince changed into court clothes, and Chu Yu disguised himself as a young eunuch.

In the court, the emperor had already claimed that he was ill and would not attend the morning court, and all state affairs were under the supervision of the prince.

The prince, wearing the prince's clothes embroidered with wild dragons by Emperor Ming Dynasty, passed by the emperor's dragon chair, glanced at it, and sat on the temporary prince's chair beside him.

Soon, very soon he would be able to sit on that dragon chair with dignity and dignity.
Chapter completed!