Xue Xiangsong led the sticky pole to surround the mansion of Chu Renfeng, and the rain watered the big locust tree in the house, except for the sound of rain, other sounds between heaven and earth seemed to be isolated, making the already notorious Chu Mansion even more treacherous.

Glancing up at the main entrance, Xue Xiangsong exhaled a long breath, stepped into the mansion, and a piece of mud splashed under his feet, he couldn't help but glance at the pavilion in the mansion, for fear that the Chu Renfeng, who had accumulated countless horrors in his heart, would appear there, and there was nothing in the pavilion, he was slightly relieved.

This time following the rebellion of the little prince Li Xiuce, he was not afraid of the emperor Li Yuanhao, the emperor of the Son of Heaven, and he was not afraid of the four auxiliary ministers who were powerless, but he was afraid of the top boss who had been away from Beijing for many days and whose whereabouts were unknown.

There are very few people in the Chu Mansion, and there is little cleaning on weekdays, and the courtyard is overgrown with weeds, watered by the rain, and the head is bowed.

"Come on, go to the dungeon!" Xue Xiangsong ordered, and the sticky rod was instantly divided into two teams, one team walked towards the subordinate's residence, and the other team walked towards the dungeon.

Success or failure in life and death, fame and fortune, in one fell swoop!

After a while, there was a scream from the dwelling of the servants, and the blood stained the windows, and another group of people came to the dungeon in good training, and a faint light shone out of the dungeon, and the light flickered, and it was someone walking with a kerosene lamp.

As soon as Xue Xiangsong stretched out his hand, everyone scattered in two places, against the wall, Xue Xiangsong's face was ruthless, he slowly pulled out the scimitar at his waist, raised it above his head, and the rain dripped down his blade and cheeks.

The light in the dungeon was getting brighter and brighter, shaking louder and louder, and you could hear the chattering of people inside.

Yin Shangyin held an umbrella under his arm, holding a kerosene lamp in one hand, what he had to do every day was to go to the deepest part of the dungeon to deliver food, simple three dishes and one soup, very light, today he put down the lunch box, knocked on the prison door, a miserable white hand stretched out from the narrow doorway, and took the lunch box in. He opened his mouth to speak, but finally shut up obediently and withdrew.

Yin Shangyin doesn't know who is locked up in the dungeon, and he doesn't know the identity of the other party, since he took over this errand, he misses the days of Phoenix Mountain more and more, but it seems that in addition to him, several other masters are very satisfied with their current lives, the second master Zhang Dabiao went to the Zhenbei Army, like a fish in water, and even his personality has changed dramatically, the third master Zhang Daoyi became a bookkeeper in the government of the scholar of Suo Bilongsuo University, although he has no fame, but I heard that the scholar often chats with him and drinks tea, as for the fourth master Bai Yushan opened a small shop in the capital, every day there is an endless stream of men in front of the door, and the beef jerky of Bai Yushan is deliciousDuring the period, there were a few men who didn't know how to use a strong kiss to Fangze, and they were all kicked in the crotch by the four masters of Phoenix Mountain, screaming, like killing pigs, that was a miserable, on the other hand, they were really miserable, and Chu Renfeng saw only a few times, and the five masters did not dare to talk and laugh, so they could only bend over with their tails in a gray manner, and do three things every day, send breakfast, send lunch, and send dinner, important things said three times.

Yu Yu sighed, Yin Shangyin looked up at the door of the dungeon, there was wind outside, there was rain, it was a cold and depressed rainy night, suddenly, he couldn't help but stop, staring at the rain outside, everything was impermanent, but with many years of experience as a bandit, there was a trace of inexplicable danger in his heart.

Blowing out the kerosene lamp, Yin Shangyin stuck to the wall at an extremely fast speed, swishing, the sound of breaking the air sounded, and three iron crossbows grazed along Yin Shangyin's body and shot into the wall, and the tail of the iron crossbow buzzed.

Yin Shangyin swallowed two mouthfuls of saliva and was about to flee towards the depths of the dungeon, when a blade suddenly rushed out from the outside, holding his mouth with one hand and sweeping towards his throat with the other.

Yin Shangyin was shocked, and slammed on the handle of the umbrella with one hand, the umbrella opened with a swish, blocking the cross-cut scimitar in a thousand moments, and the scimitar broke through the umbrella surface and continued to slash towards Yin Shangyin's throat. The five masters of Phoenix Mountain leaned back, dodging the knife light that passed by the door in front of them.

The figure seemed to have expected it, after the scimitar slashed, the body continued to rotate, and at the same time, one hand touched the waist, and a cold dagger slid into his hand, and it was not allowed to be inserted into Yin Shangyin's abdomen, and a splash of blood splashed, Yin Shangyin's eyes widened, holding the dagger that pierced into the abdomen, his body staggered, his back slammed into the wall of the dungeon, slid to the ground uncontrollably, and then remained motionless.

Xue Xiangsong put the scimitar back into the sheath, took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood on his hands: "Go!"

Everyone walked along the passage and stopped, and at the very bottom, a knife flashed, and the iron lock on the cell door broke in response, and with a gentle push with one hand, the door of the cell creaked open.

Xue Xiangsong smiled slightly, blew on the fire, the dungeon was brightly lit, and a young man with a pale face walked out of it, his hair unkempt and his clothes in tatters.

It seemed that he hadn't seen the light for a long time, and he couldn't help but reach out to block the light.

"Like, really like!" Xue Xiangsong couldn't help but be amazed, and looked up and down around the young man, who cowardly dodged backwards.

"Haha, I didn't expect there to be two people in the world who look so similar!" Xue Xiangsong said, suddenly as if he remembered something, he knelt down, and the rest of the people also knelt down in unison: "Weichen Xue Xiangsong knocks to see Your Majesty!"

The young man was slightly stunned, he never thought that he could be bowed down by everyone in this life from the beginning, with one hand behind him, and the other hand lightly raised, full of majesty, quite emperorly: "Flat!"

"Your Majesty!" Xue Xiangsong got up, suddenly showed a hideous smile, stretched out his hand and slapped the fake emperor in the face, and beat the fake emperor into a daze: "I really think of myself as Your Majesty!"

Tai'an City is invincible, he Xue Xiang can't move, Li Xiuce, the little prince of the Northern Wei Dynasty, he can't move, can't you be a fake emperor?

The fake emperor covered his face with one hand, and he became the only one he used to be, and he didn't dare to look at the fierce Xue Xiangsong.

It seemed that he liked this feeling, Xue Xiangsong held the knife in one hand, the blade of the knife rotated around, and the scabbard hit the fake emperor's abdomen hard, poof, the fake emperor's face turned red, and he knelt on the ground on both knees, covering his abdomen with both hands, and his head hit the ground because of the pain.

"Remember, if you dare to spread the word about the slap, I will definitely make you unable to eat and walk around!"

The fake emperor lowered his head and had a gloomy face, but his tone was submissive: "Got it." ”