Lin Donghe's heart was like a mountain, this person brought him here, deserted, he didn't show up for three months, but every day someone compared his face, the more so, the more fear in his heart.

It's just that fear can't change what he's about to encounter.

When a handsome and delicate face like a landscape painting appeared in front of him, Lin Donghe was stunned for a long time, this person seemed to have seen it somewhere, and he looked a little familiar.

At first glance, the man with a delicate face looks like a young face, but if you look closely, you will find that although the skin is smooth and firm, it seems to have been pulled to the roots of the hair by something, and the cheeks seem to be full and tight, and the smile is a little unnaturally stiff. A person's face can change a lot, but how can the eyes change?

This man's eyes are not at all as vibrant and natural as those of young people, but are covered with gloom.

"Lin Donghe, didn't you see me? Don't worry about it now! ”

As soon as the strange man spoke, Lin Donghe looked at the strange man as if he had been struck by lightning, his eyes widened, and he looked at the strange man with an incredible expression.

"Ahh

Lin Donghe wanted to speak, but his tongue had already been cut off by Lin Jian's order, and the tendons and veins of his limbs had also been broken, and he was now a waste.

He questioned the man in front of him with his eyes, why did he arrest such a waste person, did they have a grudge before? He wants revenge?

"Don't worry, I'm not interested in torturing you, Lin Jian likes to torture you day after day, that's his business, I just want your face, when it's done, I'll give you a good time."

The strange man opened his mouth with a smile, obviously a killer who came to ask for his life, but he said as if Lin Donghe was still grateful to him.

Lin Donghe looked at this seemingly young face, and finally remembered who this man looked like?

Pang Rui!!

But he is by no means Pang Rui! So who is he? What does it have to do with Pang Rui?

"You don't have to know who I am, you just have to come and take a look at this face and see if it looks like it?"

Pang Fengyu seems to have a mind-reading skill, and every sentence is said in Lin Donghe's heart.

Lin Donghe has never met such a gloomy and terrifying person, it can be said that every part of this person's body exudes a strange aura, and even his face does not know how many times it has been transformed later.

It's just that the next scene is what scares Lin Donghe the most.

What Pang Fengyu's subordinates showed in front of him was a well-crafted mask, and when the mask fit on his face, he seemed to see himself five years ago again, handsome and chic, and magnificent.

He was also the prince of Kyoto in the Celestial Empire.

But now—

Lin Donghe gestured to Pang Fengyu with his eyes, why do you make such a mask?

Although he wasn't sure who the man in front of him was Pang Rui, the more he looked at it, the more he looked like it.

"Put it on him." As Pang Fengyu gave an order, his subordinates immediately forcibly put the mask on Lin Donghe's face. A pungent and unpleasant smell was disgusting, and Lin Donghe couldn't help but retch.

Before he could get used to the unpleasant smell, there was an indescribable itching sensation on his face, he reached out to grab it, but the tendons had already been broken, and he didn't have the strength to raise his hand at all, he was anxious to roll and scream on the ground, but no one could understand what was shouting.

Lin Donghe only felt that this strange itching feeling was more painful than the torture he suffered from Lin Jian.

"It seems that the real yàn has not succeeded yet. Do you want me to appear to those people wearing this mask that is enough to disfigure me? Pang Feng spoke out in the shadows, although he was smiling at the moment, but if he was joking, it would be a big mistake.

Pang Fengyu cherishes his face the most, and he definitely cherishes it several times more than the women in the world. In order to make his face look the same as before, he did not hesitate to try any drugs and home remedies that could make him look radiant, but he only used it on his face after testing it on others.

He has been waiting for so many years, and he doesn't want to ascend the throne as emperor in the future, but he is already an old man. If he wants to fulfill the grand wish of his youth, he must stay young.

It's just that if he wants to ascend the throne and block the mouths of the people, first of all, he must have the identity of a member of the Lin dynasty, and Lin Donghe is the only candidate. It's just that if this mask is not foolproof, Pang Fengyu will definitely not use it on his face.

"Take it off for him first, and try again later." Pang Fengyu waved his hand, and his face became more and more gloomy.

He raised his hand and lightly touched his elastic face, involuntarily cocked his orchid fingers, looked at Lin Donghe who was struggling on the ground, and shook his head with a boring expression,

The black-clothed guard, who had been holding Lin Donghe and not allowing him to move, took off the mask on Lin Donghe's face. But Lin Donghe's face still had terrible red pustules.

"Master, it seems to have been poisoned by a corpse."

One of the guards whispered.

Lin Donghe's pain was unbearable, and he was even more frightened after hearing the guard's words.

Ptomaine?

How can you get poisoned by corpses?

Could it be that the skin of this mask was ripped off the face of a dead man?

"Why are you so surprised? Do you know that I have also experimented with the skin removed from the face of a living person, but unfortunately the smell of blood is too strong, and it is too damp, and once it is dried, it is easier to deform, but the skin on the face of this dead man, which has lost blood and part of its elasticity, is dry skin, which is most suitable for masks. ”

The other guard looked at Lin Donghe with disdain, but what he said made Lin Donghe completely desperate.

The corpse poisoned into the body and died violently in a few days.

He died at the hands of an unknown man! I don't know who killed me when I die!!

His eyes widened, and he glared viciously at Pang Fengyu's departing back, and the red and swollen pus on his face seemed to burst at any moment.

"Give him a treat."

Pang Fengyu slowly dropped a sentence and turned to leave the room.

The two guards were obviously used to dealing with such a bloody scene, one of them clicked on Lin Donghe's acupoint, and the other pulled out the dagger hanging from his waist, and couldn't help but shake it in front of Lin Donghe.

"There are countless people who have been solved by the hands of our brothers, there are hundreds of skins used by the master to change his face, and it is the first time that those infected with corpse poison have heard of it, this corpse poison will be contagious if it is not handled well, we must be careful."

"Don't worry, as long as you soak your body in glutinous rice water within an hour, it's fine, but don't forget to break his spine so that he can't be reincarnated to seek revenge from us."

The two guards glanced at me, and Lin Donghe was completely a lamb waiting to be slaughtered on the board.

They were the executioners of Kyoto, and they paid special attention to these natures. As long as you cut off his tendons and tendons, cut off his tongue, and break his backbone, he will not be able to reincarnate as a human being, and he will have no chance to seek revenge on them in the next life.

Lin Donghe's tongue had already been cut off by Lin Jian, and his hand and foot tendons had already been broken, leaving him with only the bones to crush.

Accompanied by Lin Donghe's screams, after the screams, he returned to calm.

Lin Donghe would never have thought that before he died, he was smashed all his backbones alive, accompanied by a sharp sharp knife that wiped his neck.

The moment the blood gushed out, he gritted his teeth and swore that no matter what the cost, he would be reincarnated and reborn! In another life, he will be more ruthless than in this life, and he will do whatever it takes to achieve his goal!!

If he had been ruthless enough to kill Linghu Manyue at the earliest, he wouldn't be where he is today!

Until the last moment, Lin Donghe still didn't think that he had done anything wrong, but he felt that his momentary soft-heartedness was the root cause of his getting to where he is today.

It is destined that if he really has an afterlife, if he never repents, it will just be a repetition of the fate of this life.

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The Prince's Palace

In the blink of an eye, another month passed.

The aftermath of Anxie came to an end for the time being, and Lin Dongyao brought most of Anxie's books back to the palace.

Everything in the palace seemed to be going on step by step, but Lin Dongyao felt more and more that what he had discovered in the past few days was unusual.

Just as his mind was racing and he didn't know how to take the next step, the door creaked open, and the only people who could enter and leave his study freely were Full Moon and Qi Yuan. Since there was only footsteps and no other movement after entering, it was just a full moon.

"Ginseng tea? Doesn't it give you a good rest? The kitchen doesn't know to be looking at you. ”

Seeing the full moon coming in with ginseng tea, a certain double king began to think about it again, not once or twice, but the full moon still insisted that as long as he was in the study to handle official business, she must prepare steaming ginseng tea or other tonic soup for him.

"Then you're not drinking?" Full Moon walked up to him with a smile.

Ginseng tea was put down, and he raised his hand to naturally stroke the baby in her belly.

"I can't even drink it."

"I know."

Full Moon sat beside him with a smile.

"The Yellow Flower?"

Seeing a very rare book on Lin Dongyao's desk, Full Moon looked at him suspiciously.

"You know the book?" Lin Dongyao asked her softly.

"This book is a collection of poems written by a female lyricist in the previous dynasty, the storyline is good, but the content is too sad, the writing is good, but the coherence is a little worse."

It's not that the book of the previous dynasty can't be read, but "The Yellow Flower" was written by a woman, and there was not much repercussions, so few people read this book in this dynasty.

"It's my grandfather's book."

Lin Dongyao suddenly lowered his eyes when he said this, as if he was in a strange entanglement.

"Did you find anything?"

They were husband and wife, and if something was wrong with him, how could she not feel it? Moreover, when he mentioned that this was a book of relief, her heart also chuckled.

"This book is very old, and I have read it dozens of times in many places, how could I read such a book with my grandfather's temperament? But the book was found in the secret compartment behind the desk in his study, so I thought it was more like a secret book for delivering messages. ”