"Brother Huang, Brother Huang! You speak! ”

Li Sang Feijing picked up the teacup and drank it unhurriedly, with thoughtful eyes in his eyes.

The jade sheep falls, and the golden crow rises.

Under the vast sky, the huge Julong City was like a beast, waking up in the thin morning mist, and when the light dispersed from the sky, the beast began to become restless.

Outside the prison of the dead slaves, a line of soldiers moved neatly. Mo Cang changed the soldier's clothes without a trace, and he was already mixed in a row of soldiers, slowly approaching the prison of the dead slaves.

Not too far behind him, the sound of angry reprimands and whipping came from outside the vermilion palace gate, and just listening to the sound, you could imagine the appearance of the skin and flesh blooming. The sound continued, and some soldiers didn't need to look at it to know that someone had been caught again, but they still couldn't help but look back, just to hear the sound and smell the tempting smell of blood, which would make them feel that they were born in the Desert Wind Country and were particularly proud to be a wind man.

Only the attention of the desert is placed at the entrance of the prison of the dead slaves. As he expected, the guards of the dead slaves were loose on the outside and tight on the inside, extremely tight, and there were so many light and dark whistles that not even a single bird could fly in, but no bird should be willing to fly in.

Mo Cang Wuji is mainly responsible for the management of the area outside Vermilion Bird Street, that is, on the bank of the Qinhuai River, and his main force is naturally far away from Julong City, but he still has a lot of eyeliner in Julong City. If you want to avoid the eyes of the insolent people, you can only change into the clothes of a soldier and blend into the prison of the dead slaves. Although there are drawings in hand, the actual environment of the dead slaves is indifferent, but nothing is known.

A sigh slipped out of Mo Cang Wuji's mouth, he had checked before, the supervisor in charge of guarding the prison was a person under the command of General Mo Cang Sibajia, and General Mo Cang Sibajia had long been a force in Mocang Bajia, if he went directly to Sibajia's people to ask people about the file, he would definitely leave suspicious traces, and Mocang Wuji would one day make a fuss about it.

Now he is really single-handed, there is no one to be a staff officer, no one to be a backup, no one to cover, no one even knows what he is doing, and the only thing that accompanies him is the prince token in his arms.

Mo Cang Wuxian helped the knife on his waist and followed closely.

He glanced around again, and the beaten and bloodied enemy flashed in front of him, his half-squinted eyes hung down in one place, and the corners of his mouth were still bloodshot, and finally the whole person was dragged into the prison of the dead slaves.

The Dead Slave Prison is located in the northernmost part of Julong City, because there are too many people dying every day in the entire prison, the smell of blood and all kinds of rancid smell is too heavy, and the environment in the prison is extremely harsh, and there are countless bacteria that breed every day, so this prison is built underground, in short, it is a dungeon. As a result, the entire dungeon is extremely closed, and what others can see is only a very low-lying entrance.

After entering the prison without a trace, he avoided the patrols of all the soldiers, and took advantage of the opportunity to walk to the turning point, hiding the darkness, and unknowingly pulled out of the discharge, and went straight east, through an iron prison, to a dark corner that was easy to hide. There is a small black Buddha statue in the dark corner, and a bright candle stands on the small Buddha statue, apparently, this small Buddha statue is used for lighting.

According to the map in his head, the small Buddha statue should have hidden mechanisms, and if you turn it slightly, a secret door will appear in the dark corner. Ignoring other concerns, Mo Cang immediately turned the small Buddha statue, and a crack suddenly opened the ground. So, he immediately fell to the ground and jumped into the secret door.

As soon as you enter the secret door, it is a narrow secret passage in a blink of an eye, and several small Buddha statues are displayed on the left and right sides of the wall of the secret passage, although there is light, but the whole secret passage is still not very bright. Mo Cang Wuxian carefully touched the somewhat wet wall and paced forward a few steps, and there was a sound of water dripping in his ears every few tens of seconds, it should be that the cracks in the ground on the dungeon were cracked, and the water slowly seeped down the secret room through the cracks.

Without thinking too much, he groped his way along the wall. At the end of the secret room

When he squatted down, he felt a convex object behind the last small Buddha statue, and with a light press, the wall at the end of the secret room suddenly rose to the ground, and in front of him was another black entrance.

This is the technique that Shi Jian told him when he left the East Palace.

Shi Jian Enshi Zhang Tongshi said that every year there are some people who are not afraid of death to rob the prison, so they set up some secret passages to facilitate the enemy to force into these secret passages, so that they have no return, and there are also mechanisms in this secret passage, and those who come in will touch the mechanism if they are not careful, and finally kill themselves.

Another major function of these traps is to prevent some people from straying into the secret room and disturbing the order of the dungeon, and these traps can make them retreat in distress and even force them to death.

After pressing the protrusion, those mechanisms will be self-defeating, and the desert will not be in danger because of this.

At this time, Mo Cang's hanging heart gradually settled down, and he remembered that he walked along the passage of this entrance until the end, and then turned on the switch, and he would enter an archive room that recorded all the information of death row inmates. Thinking of this, Mo Cang couldn't help but speed up his pace and drove straight along the next passage. There was a falling sound behind him, and the stone door had been closed, and it was completely integrated with the walls of the entire secret room, and there was no way to tell that there would be a door here.

After walking to the end of the secret passage, Mo Cang found the convex object behind the last small Buddha statue again, and with a light press, the stone wall above his head quietly separated. Mo Cang immediately climbed up from this empty opening, briefly combed his scattered hair, and looked carefully ahead with the shimmering light.

He found that above this exit was a large clearing, and on the top of the clearing was carved many hideous stone statues, some of them with green faces and fangs, with their mouths wide open, some with sly smiles, holding huge axes in their hands, some with fat heads and big ears, but they were blind and had severed arms, and they did not know whether they were caused by decay or deliberately designed to do so. In short, it makes people feel frightened, as if the end is coming.

Mo Cang broke free of his gaze in a daze, and his gaze fell to the front, which seemed to be a passage that went left and right, and the passage was illuminated by a few torches on the top of the door, and the lines of the floor tiles could be vaguely seen.

The map suddenly kept enlarging in his mind, and he remembered that following the secret passage just now, this was obviously an archive room, and there seemed to be a pen in his mind that had outlined the route just now, and at the end of the stroke was the logo of an archive room, and this fake logo was circled again and again. But it was empty, and there was no furnishings for the archives at all.

How is this possible!

At this time, at the edge of the light of the torch, several figures seemed to appear. Mo Cang Wuxian was shocked, and turned around to find that the exit had been closed, and the front was empty, without any suitable shelter, and now the only way to do it was to take advantage of the fact that no one had appeared, seize the front, and quickly leave from the passage, and then look for the next exit.

Mo Cang rose from the ground without a trace, and touched it lightly. In the afterglow, the image grew larger and larger, and suddenly he smelled a strong smell of blood in his nose.

Unable to suppress his breathing, he rushed along the wall to the passage, not looking behind him again, but pressing his head and running forward. Unexpectedly, when he raised his eyes, he met two soldiers who were talking and laughing.

The soldiers looked at each other as they walked, their eyes turning to the front at the same time, almost froze.

Mo Cangwu's heart jumped wildly, and he turned around sharply and wanted to flee in reverse, but the soldiers on the other end had already stared at him, and his eyes were full of doubts. In this way, there is no way to retreat at the moment, and there is no way to hide, unless there is a sewing on the spot!

"Who are you? Which class is it? What about the waist card? The soldier in the back asked, his voice ethereal, as if from hell.

But there is no waist card, at first I just wanted to borrow a soldier to blend into the dungeon, and the rest of my own drawings are blessed, everything can be smooth, even if someone finds it, you can find it on the spot

Trap, and then slip through the secret passage.

However, this blessing has turned into a sinister executioner in the last second, forcing him into a predicament step by step, and there is no escape.

The only thing he could get out of was a Prince Token, and if he showed the Prince Token at this moment, his identity would be revealed immediately, and it would be even more difficult to continue the secret investigation into the whereabouts of the person he was looking for.

But what if you don't show it?

In another place, the dead slaves are in prison, and the situation is also repeated, and the difficulties are endless.

"What do you want to do as a man in a prison prison! Say it! The inquisitor repeatedly pressed the female prisoners in the hall to no avail, and the repeated filming of the case was bound to pry open her mouth and force out the information in her mouth.

Bai Bait knelt on the ground, the loose green silk hung in front of her eyes, her dry lips never opened, she looked around, several wind people were glaring at her, the two thick eyebrows of the high inquisitor were tightly intertwined, I am afraid that at this moment he has already asked a dry mouth, physically and mentally exhausted.

In this regard, apart from squeezing out a helpless smile, Bai Bait really doesn't know what else to do. Since she was locked up here last night, she has been dragged to this land every few hours, and she has been asked the same questions by the same people, and even more interestingly, those wind people have not even changed their positions.

The inquisitor swallowed, suddenly looked at Bai Bait like a madman, and pointed: "Do you say it!" ”

Bai Bait couldn't help but shiver, but it wasn't because he was intimidated by the inquisitor, because the place was too cold, far warmer than the prison of a prisoner.

That's it, that's it, it's not easy for everyone, it's better not to embarrass each other, I slipped my throat hard, played a role in polishing, and then my eyes floated weakly, and finally opened my mouth: "My lord, I'm too sleepy, let me go back to sleep for a while and then come back and talk back, maybe I'll remember what to say later." ”

"The last time you said you were going to relieve your hands, the last time you said you were dizzy. This time, this time, this official has been interrogating all night, and he is tired, so I will let you go back for the time being. The next time, if you play tricks on this official, this official will definitely let you taste the power here! The inquisitor warned, shaking his finger. Hearing that he was sleeping, the two eyelids were already fighting involuntarily, so he simply waved his hand and motioned to the people on both sides to drag the white bait back.

White Bait playfully lifted his two chained hands, waiting for someone to drag her, no, for someone to help her up. In fact, she has almost figured out the routine of the dead slave prison, anyway, she can't die for the time being, because a prisoner in the next room told her that Emperor Mocang ordered to keep all the prisoners here temporarily, and then kill them together at the end of this month, saying that it was to use the blood of the enemy to open the light, which seems to be related to some ceremony.

The inquisitor who diligently brought the prisoner here for interrogation every day was nothing more than to cope with the superiors, because the superiors would sometimes come to inquire about the situation and see if they could get any clues.

Now it seems that the position of the judge is difficult to do, but it is also the easiest position.

Bai Bait pulled back his thoughts, half-walked and half-mopped in the air, and walked out of the lobby leisurely. Dragging her two hands are two sturdy wind men, from the point of view of strength, these two wind men should usually steal a lot of food in prison, of course, part of the reason is because they are light, and she has not eaten a full meal for so many days, this body is even lighter.

Helpless to think about it, Bai Bait raised his head, shook off a few strands of hair covering his eyes, and found that he only needed to turn three more corners to reach the cell. Although it was gloomy and the scenery was similar, nothing more than cold passages, rows of dull iron prisons, and the occasional wind man dotted around, she still had a little sense of direction after a few trips back and forth.

Suddenly, there was a faint sound of fighting.

Bai Bait silently counted the number of crutches in his heart, one crutch, two crutches...... Four crutches, no, it seems to have missed a crutch!