Chapter Twenty-Three: Infiltration

The dark passage reflects light that is only visible to the naked eye, and the dripping water above the head never stops, a narrow path about three feet wide that can only be crossed by one person. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The walls were covered with moss, the palms of their hands were extremely smooth to the touch, and even though they were covered with a face towel, the unpleasant smell of moisture mixed with the secret passage was almost in their nostrils, and they had been walking through this passage for about an hour, but they still did not see the end of the passage.

The cloth on Chu Nan's body had already been soaked by this moisture, and it was extremely uncomfortable to cling to his skin, and this secret passage had not been used for a long time.

Chu Nan complained: "Even if you want to pass through this secret passage, you should have told me earlier, and I can also prepare." ”

Shang Qiu just replied coldly behind him, "At that time, it took countless manpower and material resources to build this secret passage, and how many people lost their lives because of this, I didn't tell you because I was not at ease, and you cherished yourself too much. ”

Shang Qiu's sentence of cherishing himself too much refers to Chu Nan's current appearance, he hunched over and living on all fours like a panicked cat, looking quite funny, listening to Shang Qiu's slightly mocking words Chu Nan did not refute.

Everyone has their own secrets, and he is the same, but he does not do this to cherish himself, but because he carries in his front placket the four packs of gunpowder that have been prepared long ago, which can save his life at a critical time, even if he is careful, he can't be too careful, feeling the more and more humid moisture in the air, Chu Nan is also worried, he doesn't dare to guarantee that the gunpowder in his arms can work at a critical time.

As the two spoke, there seemed to be a glimmer of light streaming through the passage ahead.

It's here!

Chu Nan breathed a long sigh of relief, and gently lifted the wooden board on his head with both hands, accompanied by a burst of light dust, and the long-lost light sprinkled down.

Chu Nan poked his head out and took a hard breath of air, surrounded by walls made of bluestone, and there were thin cobwebs in some corners, looking at the iron window outside, Chu Nan understood that this was a cell, compared to the cell, Chu Nan was more interested in how Shang Qiu knew about this secret passage, and no one knew that in such a well-guarded death row as the imperial capital, there would be a secret passage leading directly to the cell.

"Are you done observing? When you're done observing, get out. A cold voice came from behind him.

Chu Nan's scalp was numb for a while, and only then did he realize that there was another person behind him, so he turned around and pulled Shang Qiu out, and then used weeds to cover the secret passage again, and restored it to its original appearance, if you don't look carefully, you can't see it at all.

Shang Qiu looked at the cell in front of him, but there was an extra layer of loneliness in his eyes.

Could it be that the people who were originally imprisoned in this cell had something to do with Shang Qiu.

"That's not right!" Shang Qiu said suddenly.

"There's something wrong."

"It's quiet, it's so quiet, even the deepest death row won't be so quiet.

Chu Nan didn't think so, but he secretly had a stomach in his heart, but he had to make some movement to make people look less abrupt.

There was no figure in the empty death row, it was eerie and a little infiltrating, Chu Nan put his hand on the hilt of his sword and followed closely behind Shang Qiu, only in this way could he feel at ease.

According to the map drawn by Chu Nan, the two gradually approached the cell where Han Fei had been imprisoned before, and when they turned a corner, a death row guard wearing armor appeared in front of them, but at this time, they had already fallen to the ground, and the blood was scattered on the stone slab on the ground.

Chu Nan stepped forward and turned over a corpse, only to see that the guard had an extremely thin wound in his throat, and his pupils were really wide, revealing fear.

"One Hit Deadly! He's a master. Chu Nan said to Shang Qiu.

"The blood is still hot, and it should have been dead for a short time."

"Looks like someone got ahead of the curve."

"Who is it?"

"I don't know, it looks like we're going to have to hurry.

Although someone came to death row one step earlier than them and eliminated most of the guards, it also reduced a lot of trouble for Chu Nan and the others. 、

The cell where Han Fei is imprisoned belongs to the first class on the far left side of the death row, and the cells on the death row are divided into four classes, the top of the first class, and the last of the D class, although the death row has no windows, but in order to maintain ventilation, there are many dark holes, and there are two extremely heavy stone doors in front of the cell door, but at this time, the stone door is wide open, and the mechanism on the wall is also destroyed.

At that time, Han Fei was not only in charge of the royal family, but also in charge of the judicial power of South Korea, and even the general Ji Wuye and his night organization were wiped out by the quicksand organization he created, and in the end, he died in another country.

The layout of the cell in front of me is more like an inn than a cell, not only are there no shortage of tables, chairs and benches, but there is also a large bed with a wide back, but now there is a thick layer of dust deposited on it, and with the passage of time, so many years have passed, and many traces will be covered.

"It's just that how can we investigate the cause of Han Fei's death."

Shang Qiu didn't speak, just cleaned up the dust on the table and chair a little, then took out a small bottle from his bosom and put it on the ground, and then one after another fiery red ants crawled out of the bottle.

"What is this?"

"Baiyue Gu Technique." Looking at Chu Nan's puzzled appearance, Shang Qiu explained: "People living in the world will definitely leave traces, just like birds flying in the air, although you can't see it, it doesn't mean that it doesn't exist, and the same is true for birds, fish, insects and beasts, this is the fiery red ants in the land of Baiyue, they are extremely sensitive to the breath in the air, even if a long time has passed, they can still follow these traces to find the target." ”

Under Chu Nan's gaze, those ants who had been mixed together before seemed to smell something, and began to move tracelessly, they were connected end to end and gradually formed a seemingly irregular line on the ground, although Chu Nan couldn't understand these, but looking at these lines, he seemed to grasp something in the dark.

Then the flaming ants became chaotic again, as if they had been disturbed by something, and more and more lines appeared.

Shang Qiu couldn't help frowning at this time.

"How! Do you see? Chu Nan asked.

"There are indeed traces of the use of yin-yang magic in this cell, but there are many different things mixed in it, even I can't tell."

"A lot of different things." Chu Nan muttered.

Shang Qiu took out the vial and put those fire red ants back in, "I don't know what the rest is, but Han Fei's death has nothing to do with the Yin and Yang family. ”

Chu Nan doesn't have so much time to care about this now.

"Let's go quickly!"

Shang Qiu nodded.

"Are you still able to walk now?"