The jailer came and opened the door of Song Daodao's cell, shackled him, and said that Yan Le was going to interrogate him.

When Song Daodao heard that Yan Le was going to interrogate him, he was overjoyed.

It's better to have someone to take care of yourself than to just leave yourself in jail with nothing you can do.

The jailer tugged at the chains and led the way.

Song Daodao looked up and down a lot, and saw a charm-like pattern carved on the knife on his waist.

"Your Excellency." Song Daotao is close to the Tao.

As soon as he heard Song Daodao call himself an adult, the jailer hurriedly waved his hand.

"I'm just a little jailer, don't call me an adult who can't stand it."

"Stand it, stand it." With a smile on his face, Song Daodao walked quickly to the jailer's side and asked, "I don't know your surname?" ”

"Exempt from your surname Ji, a famous pawn."

"Master Ji!" Song Daodao hugged his fists and bowed, and pointed to the dagger on Ji Shu's waist, "My lord, the pattern on this dagger on your waist is quite chic!" ”

When Ji Zu heard Song Daodao's words, he subconsciously became nervous, released the chain in his hand, and covered the dagger.

Song Daodao saw that Ji Shu was so nervous, and he knew in his heart that there must be a clue to the pattern.

Ji Zu also sensed that he had overreacted, coughed hard, let go of the hand covering the dagger, and picked up the chain again.

"This is what the warlocks did." Ji Shu explained.

"The Warlock did that?" Song was puzzled and asked.

The reason why Song Daodao noticed this pattern was because Song Daodao had seen this pattern before.

On Yan He's carriage, Song Daodao had read Yan He's "Book of Virtues", and this pattern was engraved on the back of the book.

The main body of the pattern is composed of lines, horizontal and vertical, as if it were a word.

On the way to Xianyang, Song Daodao memorized the "Text" written by Wu Aya, and the small seal book is now a pen.

But Song Daodao still doesn't know this "word", it may be that this is a symbol, or it may be a word that Song Daodao doesn't know.

He pulled his clothes and deliberately blocked the pattern on the dagger with the corners of his clothes.

"This dagger was given to me by my teacher. Daqin takes officials as teachers, and my teacher is an old official.

When he was still in office, the first emperor believed in Fangshi, and even claimed to be a real person. The emperor is like this, and the major officials in Xianyang also believe in magic and ask the monks to cast spells on their belongings.

The teacher also believed this, so he asked the priest to engrave this mark on the dagger he carried. ”

"Then you ......" Song Daodao obviously didn't believe it after listening to Ji Shu's explanation, so he pointed to the corner of Ji Shu's clothes again, wanting to ask why he was so nervous that the mark was found.

Ji Zu subconsciously pulled his clothes again: "It's just that later the First Emperor killed Fang Shi, everyone in Xianyang was in danger, and the color of the talk changed, of course I can't let others see it easily." ”

"Oh." Song Dao pretended to be persuaded and nodded.

Obviously, Song Daodao still didn't believe it, after all, he didn't believe that Yan He and this Ji pawn's master had met the same warlock, and they both asked that warlock to engrave a mark for themselves.

Ji Zu himself also felt that his words seemed to be a little too much, so that what he said did not have much credibility.

It was inadvertently that Ji saw the mark of Wu Bing on Song Daodao's neck.

"What kind of mark are you?" Ji Shu directly opened Song Daodao's collar, hooked his head, looked at Wu Bing's mark and asked.

Song Daodao naturally can't say that this is the mark of Wu Bing.

"My family mark, my father helped me stab." Song Daodao's face did not fluctuate at all, and he said calmly.

Ji Shu stared straight at Song Daodao's eyes with suspicious eyes

Song Daodao's face was still not red, his heart was not beating, and he even deliberately looked at Ji Shu's eyes, indicating that he was not false at all.

Ji Zu's eyes were like knives, sharp, domineering and aggressive.

In order to prove himself, Song Daodao has been looking directly at Ji Shu, for fear that he will see that he has a weak heart

Although Song Daodao was calm and calm on the surface, his palms were already full of sweat at this time, and his heartbeat was constantly accelerating.

Ji Shu stared at Song Daodao for a while, and seeing that Song Daodao was not timid, he gradually let go of the doubts in his heart, pulled the chains again, and walked forward with Song Daodao.

As soon as Ji Shu's eyes turned away, Song Daodao breathed a sigh of relief.

Xindao: Fortunately, when I was in Shouchun before, I learned how to open my eyes and talk nonsense with those old foxes, otherwise I really wouldn't be able to withstand Ji Zu, a seasoned Qin official.

Song Daodao walked forward and glanced at the pattern on the dagger on Ji Shu's waist.

Although Ji Zu didn't say it himself, Song Daodao already understood it in his heart.

Yan He and Ji Zhu must belong to a mysterious organization, otherwise they would not have the same mark.

It's no wonder that Yan He's behavior and his father's purpose are sometimes biased, it turns out that they are not in the same group.

However, according to what Yan He had done before, his organization must be an anti-Qin organization.

Then he followed him to Xianyang this time, and what he had to do must be related to anti-Qin.

With these speculations, Song Daodao has a further understanding of his partner.

Although this information is not directly helpful to the current Song Daodao, it is impossible to say that Yan He will attack himself in the future.

Be prepared.

After a while, Ji Shu took Song Daodao to a cell.

As soon as he entered the cell, a chill hit him, and Song Dao couldn't help but shiver.

This cell was very large, and although the torches on the four walls illuminated the cell, Song Daodao still felt as oppressive as hell.

Song Dao walked to the middle of the cell step by step, looked around, the walls were full of chains, and there was a one-man high cross in front of him.

The cross was made of wood and had a disgusting layer of oil on it, giving off a fishy smell.

Four jailers with their sleeves rolled up stood on either side of the cross.

Behind them, there were six shelves, two rows and three columns, and the shelves were filled with various torture instruments.

These torture instruments have been wiped clean, but the blood stains on them have also penetrated into the torture tools, forming a special rust.

In front of the shelf, a pot of charcoal stands in the middle, and in it are four or five red-hot soldering irons that have changed their lines.

With a wave of his hand, a jailer picked up a basin of water and poured it directly on the cross.

Another person ran to Song Daodao's side and ripped off his clothes.

"What are you going to do! What are you doing with your clothes! Does Daqin still have this fetish? Song Daodao struggled, but he was well locked in shackles, and it was useless to struggle.

There were also two people who skillfully took the chains in Ji Shu's hands, pulled Song Daodao to the cross, opened their arms, and tied them directly to the shelf with locks.

"Song Daodao, enjoy it." Ji Zu smiled and said with a smile, read the latest chapter of "The Great Rollover Claw Book House at the End of Qin" for free for the first time.