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When he wrote the words 'Heaven is Dead' in flames on the Imperial City, it was purely out of Mo Ye's whim, and he seemed to have forgotten what these four words meant to the people of this world. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

If the sky is dead, the yellow sky will stand.

There will never be a shortage of careerists in any world or dynasty, but in some places there are fewer careerists, and in some places careerists cannot climb high enough.

Kyoto had changed hands, and when Mo Xie came to the foot of Kyoto Castle, he found that the flag at the head of the castle had changed.

The gates of the city were closed, and some bones outside the city told Mo Ye that the city refused to allow outsiders to approach.

What can a lonely city do?

The population of Kyoto City had dispersed a few months ago, and it was difficult for all the people to come up with a decent number even now, and more than half of the treasures in the city had been lost with the departure of the people and dignitaries.

What can this lonely city do?

The royal family is buried here, perhaps the founding ancestor had the foresight, he did not build his tomb on the edge of the original capital but here, the past few decades have proved him right, but now the city with the different color flag proves him wrong.

But whether it's right or wrong, it's not Mo Ye's concern, after leaving Shushan and staying away from that woman's side, his heart has gradually frozen, and now it is difficult for him to have such complex emotions as 'guilt'.

He only glanced outside Kyoto City, then turned around and left.

All the way to Youzhou.

Don't ask for directions, because the road has already been crossed.

Mo Xie passed by the town with the post station, and the inhabitants here had been scattered, leaving only corpses piled up in the mess and mess.

He looked at the corpses, some men and some women, but none of them were well dressed.

Instead of disposing of the corpses, he left them to rot and stink in the town.

There are no wolves in the mountains, and there are no dogs in the town.

He entered the mountain and found the abandoned Yizhuang, not because of nostalgia, but because it was a coordinate on his way to Youzhou.

The prison where Yang Wuji had been held was already nearby.

He was going to do something that he could have done in a day after he came into the world.

……

"Smack!"

The whip was whipped on the flesh and body, and the man on the torture rack hung his head as if he had already died.

White paper was laid on the long table in front of the torture rack, and one person pulled the prisoner's hand and pressed the handprint after writing a book.

"Take it down!"

The scarred and unconscious prisoner was freed, and two jailers dragged him away like a dead dog, the prisoner hanging his head unaware of all this.

What was he forced to ask?

There were only a few lines on the white paper, and all the strokes on it could not compare to the whip marks on his body.

The charges are simple, the charges are no more than a few lines, and the sentence has already been prepared, but it has not yet been written.

"Brother Zhu, you have to look at this prisoner, I see that his underwear is silk, maybe...... Hey. ”

One of the jailers dragging the prisoner said this to the other.

"I'm introspective, I'm introspective. ”

The two of them had already moved away from the torture room, and they immediately changed their tows to lifting, one raising their heads and the other lifting their feet, and very carefully carried the mortal into the cell, and before putting the prisoner down, they even used their feet to gather out the thatch on the ground, and then put the prisoner on the thatch.

A person who can wear silk in these years cannot be underestimated even if he falls into prison, even if he has 'confessed', as long as he has not yet 'surrendered', there will still be a turning point.

"Let's go. ”

The jailer who opened the door urged them.

"Good life take care of it, don't let people die. ”

After a few more words, the jailer who carried the person in left.

"Don't worry, if it's good, I won't forget you. ”

The last sentence before leaving is the most important.

"Water...... Water ......"

I don't know why every prisoner who has been tortured and fainted in the past shouts such a word as soon as he wakes up, the jailer outside the door has already seen too much, but he still can't understand the true meaning of this.

"Drink. ”

The water has been prepared for a long time, and it is lukewarm.

The jailer fed the prisoner water with a flask, and the latter drank half of the jug in one gulp before stopping.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

After drinking the water, he coughed, and the prisoner's lips turned white and cracked, and the bags under his eyes were terribly thick, but not much sympathy rose in the jailer's heart.

"Water...... Water ......"

After coughing for a while, the prisoner began to beg for water again, but this time the water did not reach his mouth.

He opened his swollen eyes and looked at the source of the water.

"Want water?"

The jailer's voice chilled the stone slabs in the cell.

"Water ......"

The prisoner repeated.

"Do you have any money?"

The jailer asked.

The prisoner had only a single garment, and the single garment had been whipped to pieces, and it had nothing to offer other than the original silk texture of the garment.

There was no money hidden in this dress, and even if it did, it should have been searched a long time ago.

He had no money on him.

"Water ......"

The prisoner kept repeating the word 'water', and the jailer got impatient.

"I ask you if you have any money?!"

He yelled into the prisoner's ear.

"I don't ...... money...... I don't have any money......"

The prisoner's voice was faint, but the jailer heard it clearly.

"Smack. ”

A slap in the face, and the prisoner's back was lightly kissed to the cold ground of the cell.

"Smack. ”

The jailer left the cell and locked the door.

"Wasted labor water!"

The kettle shattered beside the prisoner, and the splashed water soaked the prisoner's already soaked clothes.

"I'm still alive......"

The prisoner, who was beaten to the ground by the jailer, was covered in wounds and did not faint twice, and he tried to reach out a pair of hands in front of his eyes.

"I'm still alive......"

He looked at his hands, and the expression on his face was a smile that was uglier than crying.

Then he curled up and really cried.

……

Mountain.

Hills.

There is a road under the stone mountain, and the road is two kilometers long.

But that's all in the past.

Today's stone mountain is still the same stone mountain, but the road under the mountain has long since collapsed.

There is no road under the mountain, and all you can do here is to see the mountain, but the stone mountain is bare, and there is nothing to see at all.

But there are still people who come, and people who come to see the mountains.

"It's around here. ”

Mo Ye stood at the foot of the stone mountain, he touched the earth and stones that rolled out of the secret passage that had been destroyed by himself, and thought silently in his heart.

Within two kilometres is where it all began.

Close your eyes, one second, two seconds, open them.

"Found it. ”

The prison has been found, but now is not the time to leave.

Mo Xie has less than 100,000 points on his body, if he guesses correctly, as long as he leaves this world and wants to resurrect Zhuge Wolong, he will have to face a sky-high price.

If there is a prison nearby, there must be a cemetery, and it is still early in the morning, so he decided to wait until it gets dark to go there and make a fortune.