The dark room, with a sturdy wooden gate on one side and stained low walls on three sides, was eerie, damp and black, as if in a cellar. The stone slabs on the ground were cold-conditioned, and the corners of the walls were full of invisible moss and reptiles. A foul smell similar to that of livestock, mixed with a strong smell of urine and musty rot, made Ma Po's head swell.

Ma Po struggled to support his body on his elbows, half-lying on a thin pile of dead grass. His eyes widened, and he stared in vain at the outside of the wooden gate, so dark that he couldn't see anything clearly. There was a slight ticking sound in his ears, and he didn't know if it was the sound of water seeping down from the corner of the house, or the sound of blood dripping on the ground from the wound of his aching hair. He clenched his fists weakly and swallowed hard, the storm in his brain kept blowing.

An hour ago, he was still walking on the streets of Xiangwu, carrying vegetable burdens and selling them along the street. When he walked into a small alley, four cold-faced black-clothed men, as if they had come out of the ground, suddenly rushed up and grabbed him without warning. He struggled to resist, and even after several fierce old punches, he couldn't help but be firmly held, and then he was blindfolded and taken to this nameless place.

Before the blindfold could be removed, a hoarse voice asked him where he had come from, what his purpose was, and how many accomplices he had. Ma Po looked dazed, and kept saying that he was an innocent person and couldn't understand what the other party was saying at all. The hoarse voice sneered and whispered a few words.

Ma Po was grabbed by the arm one by one and randomly took off his blindfold. He hurriedly opened his eyes to look, and saw two ghostly lights in a small room. There were five or six figures standing in the room, all of them with fierce eyebrows and evil eyes, murderous spirit, and on a case by the wall, there were big sticks, scrapers, thick hemp ropes, and other murder weapons. In a furnace on the ground, soldering irons, tongs, and chopsticks were burned. Ma Po looked at it in horror, feeling as if he had entered the palace of Hades.

"We've been secretly watching you for two whole days now. Why you were arrested, you know in your own heart. If all the 1510 are explained, where are you doing the details, what kind of tasks are you performing, I promise to send you away safely, and I won't move a finger from you, how about it? ”

The first round-faced and flat-nosed man leaned over and picked up the soldering iron, and walked over unhurriedly, with a pair of small eyes shining with a devouring cold light, forcing Ma Po to look at him.

Ma Po could hear that it was Shicai's hoarse voice. He struggled to calm his mind and argued: "Master, where does this start! I've already told you, the villain is just a vegetable farmer, selling some vegetables to live, I really don't know what to do, the big man didn't recognize the wrong person, the villain is really wronged! ”

The man's eyes narrowed like mung beans, and at first glance his face seemed to be eyeless. His face was expressionless, he just raised the soldering iron in front of him, and with a puff, the red-blown soldering iron suddenly shining, and sparks splashed in all directions.

Ma Po's heart was tightened. He stopped talking and slowly lowered his head. Then he raised his head again and screamed heartbreakingly. It turned out that the soldering iron had been pressed tightly on his chest, a puff of blue-white smoke rose, and the squeaking sound of fresh flesh being burned alive made people sore and their scalp numb, and the pain in his heart made Ma Po tremble violently, and tears involuntarily welled up in his eyes, if it weren't for his arm being firmly grasped, he would almost be paralyzed on the spot.

"Ahh …… Wronged, wronged......"

The small-eyed man at the head was stunned, but he didn't expect Ma Po to be a little hard. He tore the corners of his mouth, smiled without a smile, and threw the soldering iron into the stove with a heavy hand, "Give me a good treat." ”

As he walked away, several ghostly men in black pounced. Ma Po was severely beaten, and his skin and flesh were blurred with blood, and even his fingers were broken alive, but Ma Po still cried out that he was wronged, and then he was thrown into this small and dark cell alone.

Ma Po froze to the ground weakly, his heart was heavy but he kept cheering himself up. It seemed that after thousands of years, from outside the wooden fence, there was the sound of rubbing footsteps in the distance, Ma Po suddenly opened his eyes and stood up, and his heart was clenched again.

There was a loud noise, the thick iron chain was unfastened, and with a "bang", the wooden gate was pushed open, and two black-clothed men broke in, and without saying a word, they set up the horse slope and dragged it out. Ma Po screamed frantically, but it was meaningless, and after a while he was dragged back into the room where he had just been interrogated.

In addition to a group of fierce men in black and small-eyed people with hoarse voices, there was also a Qiang man wrapped in a cyan headband, not to mention that everyone present was respectful to the Qiang people, but the small-eyed people were also very familiar and polite to the Qiang people.

"You're Ma Po?"

The Qiang people stood upright with their hands, hidden in the jumping and fluttering lights, and could not see their faces clearly. Listening to his voice, there is less coldness of a small-eyed person, but more coercion.

Apparently, this is the leader. Ma Po endured the pain all over his body, ignoring the fierce eyes of the crowd, only stared at the Qiang people, and said with a cry: "Master! This is really, you have recognized the wrong person, the villain is really not a small work. ”

The Qiang people said unhurriedly: "You have been selling vegetables on the streets of Xiangwu for two days in a row, and you have sold very few vegetables, but you stay in the inn at night. Moreover, it is also specified that you want to live in a cleaner upper room, so the cost of one night's accommodation is afraid that it will be worth half a month's food money. You've stayed for two nights, and you've been busy for most of the month. So I thought, how can a real farmer's child be so generous and frugal, or are you not a vegetable farmer at all? ”

Ma Po's white sweat made him shiver. Hundreds of secrets and sparse, his whereabouts and demeanor have been very careful, and there is nothing wrong to leave any clues, but on this unnoticed level, he revealed flaws, and suddenly fell into the abyss of no return.

Ma Po's mind turned sharply, struggling and hesitating for a long time, thinking that the children of the family were all in the hands of the master, he couldn't help gritting his teeth and arguing: "I'm just greedy for some enjoyment, I really shouldn't, but in any case, I can't say that I am a fine worker, lord, isn't this a forced confession?" ”

"Okay, even if you're a vegetable seller who is greedy for enjoyment, then, at noon, why did you write such a note with someone sneakily in the small streets of Beicheng? Say, "To whom is this note going to be presented?" ”

The Qiang people gestured left and right, and handed a thin piece of paper to Ma Po. Ma Po glanced down a few times, and the paper was written in his own handwriting: "Yinping returned to the army of about four or five thousand, the main force has not returned, and the strength has not been known." Ma Po scolded the damned companion in his heart, saying what he said, he was afraid that he would forget but he was worried that his master would not be able to believe it, and he had to write a note by himself, and now he was in the hands of the enemy, and he was a handle and ironclad evidence.

"I don't know this note, sir, I don't know what it is!" Ma Po's eyes were rolling with deep unease.

"Sure enough, if you don't see the coffin, you won't shed tears."

With a voice in the distance, four black-clothed men walked in from outside carrying a thin wooden coffin, and put it in front of Ma Po. However, he ignored the fear in his heart for a moment, and only watched in amazement as everyone present bowed down and stood solemnly, and then saluted a young man who had just entered.

"See Du Shuai!"

Ma Po was puzzled. This young man is ordinary, only fifteen or sixteen years old, how can even the Qiang people who seem to be big heads respect him, but the young man is obviously accustomed to it as if nothing has happened, is it possible that such a half-grown boy is the real leader of these wolf-like fierce gods?

"Although my internal government has not been established for a long time, if I don't make a move, I will have to get it." The young man was thin and small, although he seemed to be powerless, but he already had a kind of momentum that people did not dare to look at directly, he glanced left and right, saw that the left and right were busy nodding, and continued: "It is reported that the lord is about to become a teacher, how can we waste time in vain, spend money and money but get nothing, and live up to the lord's ardent expectations?" ”

The small-eyed person is Qi Fuyan, the Qiang person is Duochai, and the young man is naturally Feng Liang. At the beginning, after he finished taking the three potions prescribed by Lang Zhong, he was still unconscious, and Gao Yue was angry and immediately conquered Wudu. When Duochai and Qi Fuyan were already moving freely, Feng Liang still did not get up. Everyone had already prepared for him, but unexpectedly, five days later, Feng Liang's life should not be extinguished, and he woke up leisurely.

At that time, Di Dao and Lintao rebelled, Li Hu held on to Shouyang, Feishu asked for help, Han Yong led his troops north to fight Di Dao, and the situation was grim for a while. The main and deputy guards who stayed in Xiangwu City were Sun Longhe and Wu Xia, who had only been promoted, and he felt quite excited when he saw Feng Liang wake up, and on the second day, seeing that Feng Liang had been able to speak smoothly, Sun Long personally took up the pen in front of the bed, wrote a good news to report to Gao Yue, and told the whole army, hyping up the blessings of our Longxi Army, and it will be able to turn evil into auspicious clouds to improve morale.

Feng Liang didn't have an accident, and Duochai and Qi Fuyan were the most happy. Not to mention that the three of them are close to each other from the moment of life and death, that is, from the public and private levels, Feng Liang is here, and the internal yamen will definitely be an important party of the Longxi Army, and no one dares to despise it; Feng Liang is not there, even if the internal government is still operating, he feels that his qualifications are inferior, he can't cover the scene, and his words have no weight.

Feng Liang woke up, and it was still the highest official of the internal government who commanded the envoys. Duochai and Qi Fuyan are happy to be deputies, with a strong backbone above, and a group of carefully selected backbones below, what are they afraid of, opportunities to show their strength abound.