"How can you die?!"

Elder Qingyun stood up from his low couch, often waving his beard in the wind. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

He glared at the steward who came to report the news: "Didn't you let you watch every step of the way?" ”

The steward of the Xingming Hall who came to report the news was also a disciple of Xuantianmen, named Gu Da, and he had listened to Qingyun's real person teach in Jiangyuntai back then.

When he saw that the elder was angry, he immediately became nervous, as nervous as when he was reprimanded by the Elder Chuangong, and clasped his hands together and said, "The disciple has been guarding and never leaving ......."

Seeing that Qingyun Zhenren was still looking angry, Gu Da added: "I didn't blink my eyes." ”

Qingyun stared.

The eyeballs are staring at well, why are people dying right under your noses?

Up to now, Qingyun Zhenren has not heard Mu Yizhen's voice.

He turned his head to look and saw that Mu Yizhen was still looking out of the window, not moving at all, and his breath was almost unsmellable, like an iron statue.

"How can you not be in a hurry when someone is dead?"

Guda quietly took two steps back, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

Qingyun Zhenren was in charge of etiquette, and he was the most strict, and in front of him, he was even more nervous than in front of the iron-faced and selfless Elder Mu Yi.

Mu Yizhen swiped his fingers, and the water stains on the kang table turned into wisps of water vapor and disappeared.

He got up from the low couch, flicked his robe, and said unhurriedly, "Let's go, go and see what's going on." ”

Guda hurriedly replied, "Yes, yes." ”

Mu Yizhen waved his sleeves, and the three of them were already standing at the entrance of the dungeon.

The entrance to the dungeon is just under the Dianjiang platform, and teleporting such a distance with two people is not worth mentioning to Mu Yizhen.

The underworld has no light in sight, and anyone who suddenly falls into silence will feel a little uncomfortable. But none of the three in the group reacted in particular.

Mu Yizhen and Guda are people from the Hall of Punishment, and they are all too familiar with this dungeon.

Qingyun Zhenren had never been to the dungeon, and looked around curiously.

I saw that there were dark and damp stone walls all around, and only a deep pit with a diameter of three feet a few steps in front of the three of them emitted a faint light.

Through a ray of light from the ground, you can see several iron chains hanging from this large pit, each of which is the thickness of two human arms.

Guda took a step to the left and pressed the stone wall with one hand.

With the sound of "crunching", the two iron chains closest to the three people slowly rose.

Then an iron plate with a fence on all sides hovered below the trio.

Guda made a gesture of invitation: "Two elders, please." ”

Standing on the iron plate, Qingyun Zhenren took a look down and saw that there were at least a hundred zhang away from the palm lamp below.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but turned his head to see Mu Yizhen's eyebrows lowered like an old monk's settled demeanor, and closed his mouth decisively.

The stone wall is hundreds of feet high, and it is also carved with ancient and simple patterns, and under the faint and swaying light, it seems that the evil ghost is showing its teeth and claws.

In addition to the two extremely shallow breaths in the ears, there was only the sound of the crunching of iron chains, followed by echoes that were weakened several times.

Qingyun Zhenren looked at Mu Yizhen. His junior brother is not very old, but he has a slashed face, not without reason. - He remembered that before he was officially promoted to the elder of the Criminal Name Hall, Mu Yizhen had been training in this dungeon for ten years.

In fact, he has been a cell boss for ten years.

Qingyun Zhenren is accustomed to seeing the light outside, and thinks that day and night against the dark and strange stone wall, in this dark and strange mountain belly, it is good not to be crazy. Anyway, he himself absolutely can't stand it.

He looked sideways at Guda, who had his head bowed.

This kid lowered his eyebrows, and from his standing posture to his expression, he was somewhat similar to Mu Yizhen.

How many years later, it may be the next Mu Yizhen. Qingyun Zhenren thought so.

In this way, I don't know how long it took for the iron plate hanging from the chain to finally be flush with the ground carved out below.

Qingyun Zhenren looked around, and there were four swarthy holes around. Bright torches burned at the entrance of the cave, but it was impossible to see what was going on inside the hole.

Gooda led the way and walked into a hole on the right-hand side.

Qingyun Zhenren was a little dizzy.

Under this underground, it is impossible to distinguish between east and west, north and south.

At the entrance, I only saw a black hole, but after entering, it was intricate, and the path was as vertical and horizontal as a strange. From time to time, a stone gate would appear on both sides, but Guda never stopped.

Qingyun Zhenren couldn't help but ask Mu Yizhen, "Is the dungeon under the Qianyun Terrace so big?" What did the ancestors do with so many dungeons? ”

The scope of management of the Criminal Name Hall is very wide, but there are not many people who need to use the dungeon of the Criminal Name Hall to detain them, and this year, from the beginning of the year to the end of the year, there is only Wang Yue.

Qingyun Zhenren couldn't think of what such a big, labyrinth-like dungeon could do.

Mu Yizhen glanced at him, but did not answer.

He didn't know about it. When he took over the Hall of Punishment, the dungeon was already this large.

Qingyun Zhenren frowned, and said to himself: "With such a level of strictness, can anyone else do it?" ”

He was so dizzy that even if the people who were going to kill him broke into this dungeon, he probably wouldn't be able to find anyone in any cell.

This time, Mu Yizhen expressed his opinion.

"Perhaps," he said, "you don't need to run to the dungeon to kill someone. ”

"Wang Yue is in the dungeon, why don't you come-" Qingyun Zhenren's voice suddenly choked, and he paused for a moment before continuing, "Kill?" ”

His voice stopped abruptly.

Because, it occurred to him that maybe the murderer didn't need to go into the dungeon. Outside the dungeon, you can bury the killer.

If it was a person with enough skills and means, it was not impossible for Wang Yue to use his means before he entered the dungeon, first making him delirious and unable to say any news, but letting him drag him out until today and then die.

Who could this person be?

Qingyun Zhenren's expression became even more solemn.

Mu Yizhen's expression did not change.

hid Wang Yue in the depths of the dungeon, originally to prevent being killed, and even the people who placed the Xingming Hall in the dungeon were withdrawn for the sake of secrecy.

Now it seems that this is really a redundant move.

Neither of them spoke anymore, and the only sound in the dimly lit tunnels was the rhythmic sound of footsteps.

Guda slumped slightly, stopping in front of a stone door.

"Elder, this is it."

Qingyun Zhenren took a look at this stone gate, and it was the same as the dozens of stone gates seen on the road just now, there was nothing unique. If it were him, he would never find this place when he went down to the dungeon.

He felt more and more in his heart that the murderer had already been committed on the ground.

Guda stretched out his right palm and pressed it in the center of the stone door, and saw a compass-like thing protruding from the stone door.

Qingyun Zhenren watched Gu Da draw in circles on it, his fingertips flashing, and after a while, he heard a click, and the stone door slowly opened.

Suddenly there was a light in front of me.

The lights in the dungeon weren't bright, but when you suddenly walked into the lit stone room from the darkness, you couldn't help but feel that the lights were a little dazzling.

Qingyun Zhenren saw the huge iron cage in the stone room at a glance, as well as Wang Yue who was paralyzed in the iron cage.

This scene is very similar to what I saw yesterday in the main hall of Dianjiang Pavilion.

But although Wang Yue was in a coma at that time, he was still a living person, but now he is a dead body.

There was also a green-robed man standing by the iron cage, and when he saw Mu Yizhen and Qingyun Zhenren, he hurriedly bowed and saluted.

There was more than one person guarding Wang Yue.

In addition to Guda, there is also a steward named Zhang Jing.

Finding out that Wang Yue was dead, the two did not dare to delay, Guda went to report the news, and Zhang Jing stayed behind to guard to avoid any accidents.

Mu Yizhen raised his hand: "No courtesy." ”

The man had approached the iron cage.

Wang Yue's death was miserable, his clothes were tattered, it was almost impossible to hide his body, and he hung on his body in wisps, and it could be seen that he was grabbed by hand. The bare limbs were covered with claw marks, and the blood was shocking.

The long hair covered his face, covering his face, but Mu Yizhen still saw Wang Yue's eyes that had not yet been closed. The eyes were scarlet, densely covered with bloodshots.

Mu Yizhen frowned and squatted on the edge of the iron cage.

The thick iron bar of the cage's arm was covered with bloodstains, which were stained by Wang Yue's frenzied collision in the cage after Wang Yue woke up last night, and the floor of the stone room was also stained with a lot.

Now, the blood has dried up and turned dark red.

Wang Yue fell on the edge of the iron cage, his head close to the gap in the iron bar.

Mu Yizhen reached out and ruffled his hair.

"What's the matter," Qingyun Zhenren walked to Mu Yizhen's side in a few steps, "Do you see anything?" ”

Mu Yizhen didn't say anything, and stretched out his hand to pull away a handful of hair on the top of Wang Yue's head.

Wang Yue was covered with claw marks, only his head, and his hair was messy like a chicken nest, but there were no traces of scratching.

But Qingyun Zhenren suddenly saw that among the messy hair that was pushed away by Mu Yizhen, there was a blood bean in the middle of Wang Yue's head, as big as millet.

Qingyun Zhenren was a little farther away, and he could only see that it was dried blood.

He knew that Mu Yizhen had been in charge of the Torture Hall for more than 200 years, and he was quite experienced in this, so he asked, "How long has it been?" ”

Mu Yizhen was indeed able to judge the time by the color of the bloodstains.

With a movement of his fingers, he took off the blood bean, crushed it at his fingertips, and said, "Eight to ten hours." ”

Eight to ten hours? That is, Wang Yue had already done it before he was imprisoned in the dungeon.

The previous speculation was confirmed, and Qingyun Zhenren's anger exploded instantly, and he immediately shouted: "It's really too much! Deliberately use us as rats, huh?! ”

The most neat person on weekdays has a little angry and corrupt on his face.

Mu Yizhen gritted his teeth, his cheeks deeply sunken.

Eight to ten hours, there are many people who can contact Wang Yue in the middle. But who will be the one who will make the shot?

Mu Yizhen's voice sounded in this stone room, without a trace of warmth: "Senior brother, think about it, and tell me again who contacted Wang Yue yesterday." (To be continued.) )