Outside the door, there was a sudden sound of kicking and trampling footsteps, and Ziyi was so frightened that he hurriedly pulled out the dagger on Fan's body and hid behind the door. Listening to the footsteps, there should be more than one person, if so many people come in together, Ziyi knows that he has no chance of winning at all.

However, fortunately, this Fan Yi should be the head of the cell, presumably without his permission, those people dare not come in for the time being.

"Hehe, this time it's really a good thing, the thin skin and tender meat, our brothers are really blessed!"

"Hey, it's a pity, every time I am preempted by that dead fat man, isn't it my ancestor who is the head of this cell!"

"Shhh I'm not afraid of being heard by Fan Ye! ”

"Don't talk, disturb Fan Ye's Yaxing, we won't be able to eat and go around!"

I don't know who said it in the end, but there was no sound outside the door. Ziyi bit his lip and tried hard not to let the tears in his eyes roll down.

She can't cry yet, she doesn't have time to cry.

Looking around, there are quite a few "weapons" in this room. Ziyi walked lightly to the place where the torture equipment was placed, and tried hard to find something that could deal with many people at once.

Knife? Whip? Chilli water?

Ziyi suddenly saw the red carbon burning in the brazier on the side.

Anyway! I can only fight!

Tearing off the clothes on his body, wrapping his hands tightly, purple clothes holding the brazier, and cautiously walked to the door. She kicked the door with her foot, and sure enough, the voice of the jailer came from outside the door again.

"Master Fan? Are you done? ”

Xu didn't hear the answer inside for a long time, and the people outside didn't move. At this time, the heat of the brazier had passed through the fabric and reached his hands, and Ziyi could only grit his teeth and kick the door with his foot again.

"Master Fan? What do you command? ”

The jailers may have suffered Fan Yi's loss, but they still just asked respectfully outside the door. Ziyi had no choice but to keep kicking the door.

She's going to be holding on! The temperature in her palm had made her almost breathe in pain.

"Why didn't Fan Ye speak? Something must have happened, right? ”

"I don't know, do you want us to go in and have a look?"

"Master Fan, are we here?"

Seeing that no one answered, several jailers cautiously pushed the door open a crack. Looking through the gap, Fan Yi was lying on his back in a pool of blood on the ground, staring at several people with two eyes.

"Master Fan!" The jailers obviously didn't expect to see such a picture, and slammed the door around Fan Yi.

At this time, Ziyi, who was hiding behind the door, saw clearly that there were four jailers.

She walked softly behind a few people and suddenly shouted, "Hey." ”

The four jailers subconsciously turned around, and the purple clothes slammed the carbon out of the brazier in their hands. The burning red charcoal smashed into the faces of the four people, and the room suddenly resounded with wails one after another.

Ziyi took the opportunity to throw away the brazier in his hand and rushed out with a "clang". The pain in her hands only increased, and her forehead was already covered with sweat. Like a headless fly, Purple turned around when he saw a bend, stumbling and getting lost in his cell.

She didn't know if there were other jailers in this cell, and she didn't know how she would escape from the palace if she escaped.