He Yan is in one of the villas in the suburban villa area of Jiangcheng City. This is the property of Guanxinlou. The villa is not expensive. It only costs less than 1,000 yuan. It is not big. It only costs less than 1,000 yuan...compared to her.
There are villas, lawns, swimming pools, and exercise rooms with complete facilities. They are specially used by disciples who come and go when working in Guanxin Tower.
In front of him is a laptop. On it is all the information about Chen Zhe.
Unmarried, college student, 19 years old. His parents are not alive. He has only one sister. His eldest uncle is Chen Hezhong. He has an uncle and brother named Chen Chong, but they hardly interact with each other. Chen Zhong was thrown into prison by him some time ago. He also chopped up this uncle. One finger brother...
The first part is just a rough outline. The later part becomes more and more detailed. There are some things that even Chen Zhe himself may not know.
A thoughtful look appeared on He Yan's face. She took out a phone and dialed: "Send me all the information about Tianyan Daojun in our sect. I want all of them, especially those he is good at. Taoism. Among them, swordsmanship is the most important..."
The other party was very efficient. Within ten minutes, an email was sent over. It contained everything she wanted.
He Yan first looked for Taoist secrets from Taoist Master Tianyan. The five words "Nine Heavens Royal Taoist Secrets" came first.
The following explanation is: The supreme Taoism was first created in the Han Dynasty. It was passed to the hands of Tianyan Daojun and improved. It is invincible to the Taoism in the world. Although Tianyan Taoism is amazing and brilliant, all his battles in life are based on this... …
There are still a lot of words below. But He Yan no longer needs to read the introduction of Jiutian Xundao Jue.
She already knew it.
She thought about these five words all the time. Her slender white fingers brushed over the five words on the screen. She murmured to herself: "What a Nine Heavens Royal Dao Jue. What a Tian Yan Dao." Jun."
He Yan's eyes were full of admiration and admiration.
The Five Sects of the World and Taoist Tianyan are mortal enemies. But in Guanxin Tower, there is such an outstanding disciple as He Yan. He has no hostility towards Taoist Tianyan. Anyway, he sincerely admires him.
"I'm going to do something that even Mr. Yan Dao couldn't do that day."
He Yan said this. She was crazy.
After a long time, she calmed down and read the Taoism and skills of Tianyan Daojun one by one.
"In the year 1002 A.D., Taoist Master Tianyan killed Gu Yongning on Mount Huashan with one move. The sword move was nameless. The sword covered the sky and the sun. There was no light in the sky and the earth. Gu Yongning's generation of great practitioners had no power to resist. The Yang God and the physical body were killed together. Cut into two pieces."
Just such a sentence made He Yan's heart move. She opened her mouth slightly and said to herself: "It turns out that this sword technique has no name. So, the sword that Chen Zhe used today is actually this sword technique."
She stood up and thought about the connection between all of this: "It's a pity that I only tried a few of his moves today. He knew that I wouldn't kill him. I never used any real skills. Only this move has traces."
While I was thinking, the phone rang. He Yan floated over and picked up the phone: "What's the matter?"
As soon as the other party spoke, He Yan's expression changed. A pair of bright and bright eyes gradually narrowed, and a mocking smile appeared on her lips. She did not speak and allowed the other party to talk into the microphone for five minutes.
"Okay. I understand." He Yan hung up the phone. Her calm eyes finally showed a slight fluctuation: "These sects cater to Methodism. Do you want to take action against Chen Zhe? Not enough success, more than enough failure. But this time it helped me a lot."
Her expression was like that of a hunter who finally found his prey.
Chen Zhe was taken directly to Linjiang County, Jiangcheng by these police cars. He was handcuffed behind his back by several policemen and then pushed from the car to a rectangular gray building.
When he came in, he looked up and couldn't help but feel happy.
In the gray building, there are observation holes one after another, just enough for the machine guns to be extended. The tall towers on both sides have not been demolished. Once you look at these things, you will know where this is.
As a northeastern city, it was occupied by some invaders from the island country more than half a century ago. After they were defeated, some things were left behind without having time to dismantle them.
This is a stronghold left by the Japanese Kwantung Army. The Japanese army forced local farmers to build it. They laid a solid foundation and built it up with water-soaked stone bricks and cement. The 70-year-old building is still there today. It is extremely solid. Not far away, the walls of the residential building we built in the 1980s are mottled and full of cracks. It seems to be hundreds of years older than it.
As a native of Jiangcheng, Chen Zhe knows that this is Linjiang County, which belongs to Jiangcheng City. There is a memorial hall in front of it. When he was in elementary school, he came here to visit the remains of the Japanese invasion of China. Later, it was sealed here and those serious criminals were imprisoned. No one can escape.
The western part of here was once used to imprison anti-Japanese soldiers and patriots. Among them were many famous patriotic generals, both national and communist, and there were also anti-Japanese bandits.
The building is sturdy, easy to defend and difficult to attack. Once locked in, it is almost impossible to get out.
In front is the execution ground where dozens of martyrs were shot. The dark red soil looks like solidified blood. It seems that the hot blood of those heroic souls has not cooled down.
Chen Zhe was pushed in and discovered that it was a detention center. He enjoyed the same treatment as the heroes and martyrs decades ago.
He was escorted to a cylindrical building in the north. When he came here, he remembered the text in the primary school textbook. He couldn't help but read in a low voice: "Some people are alive. They are dead. Some people are alive." Dead. He is alive. A voice..."
The person behind him immediately pushed him hard: "Be honest."
Chen Zhe couldn't help but want to tell this person: "You traitors will not end well."
Inside the building are iron fences that separate each other. During the crackdown, many notorious gangster leaders were imprisoned here. For example... Zhao Hu's brother-in-law and Liu Jiang's father.
Chen Zhe was sent to the innermost room. He was not the only one in there. Right next door was a burly man with messy hair. He was sitting on the bed inside with his head lowered. His face could not be seen clearly.
There was also a middle-aged man opposite. He was wearing a red vest and was lying on the bed.
Being detained here is extremely dangerous. It can be said that it is basically the death penalty. All crimes are extremely heinous.
Chen Zhe felt that his future was worrying.
However, with the improvement of our country's legal system and the slogan of humane executions, the facilities here are good. There is a bed, a chair, a table, a separate bathroom, and no windows.
Now we can only wait and see how things change. There are Jiang Xiaoqiao, Xue Yu and others. In addition, Chen Qi will not tolerate his most beloved brother being caught.
A gaze came over and looked at Chen Zhe intently.
He looked towards that gaze. It was the middle-aged man opposite who got up from the bed and looked at him carefully.
"Do you know me?" Chen Zhe asked, frowning in confusion.
The middle-aged man sneered: "Your name is Chen Zhe. It's a pity that you have come to this place. Life is full of twists and turns."
His voice was quite magnetic and his appearance was simple and stereotyped. I don't know if it was Chen Zhe's hallucination or something. I felt that this middle-aged man had a faint scent of blood. Only people who have experienced life and death can feel this way.
Seeing Chen Zhe, he seemed unable to recognize him. There was a hint of sarcasm on the middle-aged man's face: "My name is Zhao Hu. Have you remembered it?"
Oh. It turns out to be Zhao Hu. He’s not dead yet.
Chen Zhe glanced at him with a sneer.
That Zhao Hu is also a character. The people locked up here will either be shot or never see the light of day for the rest of their lives. He can still keep his composure.
After waiting for a while, Chen Zhe asked him: "You have been sentenced to death. Wait for the review."
Zhao Hu nodded.
Nowadays, the country retains the death penalty and kills as few people as possible. Therefore, every death row prisoner is very cautious. Even if his crime is extremely heinous, it will take some time to be reviewed by the Supreme Court.
Zhao Hu glanced at Chen Zhe: "I was sent in mostly because of your relationship. But things have changed. Didn't you come in too?"
Chen Zhe chuckled and didn't care: "You will definitely die in front of me."
The environment here is extremely depressing. So the beds are all made of wood. There are few edges and corners. Even the walls are covered with a thick layer of soft cloth. There is no heating. There is no way to commit suicide. Chen Zhe, the criminal, was identified It is "extremely dangerous". It even greatly exceeds Zhao Hu's protection level.
So he was handcuffed to a solid wooden bed.
Chen Zhe pulled hard and the handcuffs made a clanking sound but did not move at all.
With his current strength, he can pull continuously.
"There's no need to struggle. Those handcuffs are made of a special alloy. You can't stop pulling them." Zhao Hu sighed. Now that things have happened, he is a little less hostile to Chen Zhe.
Chen Zhe knew that it would be difficult to kill him through legal channels. He was afraid that those practitioners would not follow the right path and play dirty tricks. Only by breaking free from these handcuffs could he be able to protect himself.
But I still have the Emperor's Hate Sword. I don't believe that it can't stop cutting.
He thought it would be best if he didn't need to hate the emperor, so he used the smallest movement to unlock the handcuffs, and then pretended to be still handcuffed.
Chen Zhe's head spun rapidly. He suddenly remembered the stories the little girl had told him about the spiritual world.
During the Republic of China, a practitioner was caught by the government and used bone-shrinking skills to break free from handcuffs. But... he couldn't shrink his bones.
Bone shrinkage is a real thing. There are still folk artists performing. For example, Wang Baohe, known as "Ghost Hand", has special skills. He can shrink his bones. You can also find videos of his performances on the Internet.
This actually contracts the muscles, brings the bones together and overlaps them, and allows the joints to retract freely.
Practitioners shrink their bones but use their true energy to change the shape of their bones. It's even more difficult.