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"You can attack and retreat, and you will always be invincible. ”

A hint of pride flashed in the eyes of the Taoist in Tsing Yi, and he said slowly.

"The mother concubine is still in the palace, if the lonely king does something disobedient, the mother concubine will definitely be affected. The Lone King is very uneasy in his heart!"

King Chengjun stood on top of the tower, his eyes looked in the direction of Shendu, and his eyes revealed a rare trace of family affection.

"Your Highness, those who achieve great things are not informal!"

"Although Niangniang will be implicated, with her foundation in the palace, she will be reprimanded at most and lose her grace, but she will definitely not worry about her life. ”

Seeing that King Chengjun was moved, the Taoist hurriedly said.

King Chengjun stood there, looking at Shendu, his eyes seemed to see the majestic palace through the night, and in the palace there was a virtuous and beautiful middle-aged woman sitting under the lamp and candle, quietly reading books.

"Your Highness, if you continue to break it, you will suffer from it!"

The Taoist priest in Tsing Yi knew the embarrassment of King Chengjun, and said with some concern.

"Needless to say!"

King Chengjun's face suddenly became gloomy, and his eyes were faintly bloodshot, looking extremely terrifying.

"To write documents to other vassal kings, you just need to tell them that Your Majesty has decided to cut down the vassal domain, and today's lone king is tomorrow's them!"

"No!"

Seeing that King Chengjun had made up his mind, the Taoist priest in Tsing Yi couldn't help but be overjoyed in his heart, and he was a little excited to promise.

"How's the guy doing? Tell him not to talk nonsense in there. When the time is right, you can shut him up forever!"

King Chengjun seemed to think of something, and suddenly his face was gloomy, and he said a little coldly.

"Your Highness can rest assured, Lao Dao has already instructed him. Moreover, Lao Dao has already done tricks and tricks on him, as long as he dares to confide half a point, his divine sense will be erased, and even if Huo Feiran interrogates him personally, he will definitely not get the confession he wants. ”

Lao Dao was not worried, and said with a smug face.

"Let's hope so, and no more trouble. ”

King Chengjun looked up at the sky, his face was gloomy.

North County Jail

Because of the detention here, there have been too many prisoners, and the whole cell feels particularly dark and cold. Even if it's already spring outside

The sun was warm, but there was still a bone-chilling chill inside. Resentment is rampant, the black air is pervasive, and even one or two dark shadows can be seen in some corners, and the sound of crying comes from time to time.

It seems to be a terrible ghost who died unjustly, and is waiting for an opportunity to take revenge.

If the faint of heart come here, they will be frightened by the horror of this place.

But the jailer who was on an errand inside had no fear, and deliberately moved closer to the dark shadows. The ghosts seemed to be very afraid of these jailers, and when they saw them coming, they scattered and fled.

The jailer who watched kept sneering, and said with some disdain:

"Which dynasty doesn't have a few ghosts who died unjustly. ”

"You gathered here and didn't leave, but you want to seek revenge on Lao Tzu. You were tortured to death by Lao Tzu when you were alive, and now you have become ghosts, what can you do?"

"Don't you want revenge? Lao Tzu stands still here, how can you bear with me?"

Many powerful ghosts looked at the jailer with some fear, the evil aura on the jailer's body was unusually strong, and the dragon qi of the government was entrenched in them. It looked like a moving furnace, and any ghosts who tried to get close to them were instantly ignited and turned into ashes.

"They were all gutless in life, and they are also gutless ghosts after death!"

Seeing that the black shadow had dispersed, the jailer couldn't help but take a sip and said disdainfully.

Those who can serve as jailers in the prison are very bold, or they are naturally fierce and ruthless, and only they can not care about these people who died in vain.

"It's time to sacrifice to the god of hell, the prison has been getting more and more unclean lately. ”

The jailer picked up the lantern, looked at the black gas scattered and fled, and said to himself.

There are gods in the heavens and gods in the earth, and there will naturally be gods in prison.

The jailers are all believers in the God of Prison, and it is precisely because of the suppression of the God of Prison that some bandits with witchcraft have no way to do evil, let alone use witchcraft to save people.

Just when the jailer was thinking about how to sacrifice to the god of prison.

Governor Huo Feiran stood in prison with a somewhat gloomy face, he was a second-grade member, and the ruling side had the most strong luck, and he was even more favored, although his qi and blood were a little weak because of his age.

But the unicorn in the luck above his head seemed to be very uncomfortable with the gloomy environment around him, shaking his head and tail, and kept roaring. And from time to time towards the dark gathering place, spit out a red flame like a hydrangea.

A few old ghosts couldn't dodge it, and were ignited by the crimson flames. It was as bright as a torch, and the creatures who died in vain didn't want to lean on, but when they looked at it from a distance, they also had a feeling of being burned.

These ghosts who died in vain did not dare to approach, so they could only look at it from a distance, hoping that nobles such as Governor Huo Feiran would leave the prison as soon as possible.

The ghost god called the prison god by the jailer was standing respectfully not far away, guarding him at all times, for fear that Huo Feiran would be disturbed by the unjust soul that did not open his eyes.

Governor Huo Feiran has become a great Confucian, and he is the governor of the country, although he is now separated from man and god. But after the death of the governor Huo Feiran, as long as he is posthumously sealed by the imperial court, he will definitely be crowned a god.

And the rank is far above that of a small god like him, so he has to do his best.

Of course, whether it is the ghost of vain death or the god of hell, they all hope that the governor Huo Feiran will leave this dark place as soon as possible. After all, if there is a little mistake, no one can afford it.

They were expecting Governor Huo Feiran to leave early, and Huo Feiran didn't think so.

I don't know if it's the influence of luck, Huo Feiran likes light and hot by nature. The prison was dark and damp, and there was a faint resentment rising, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

Thinking of this, his eyes couldn't help but fall in front of him.

On the bluestone, a whip mark and a sweat-soaked Hu steward were dying.

The muscles of his whole body were eroded, and there were some burnt marks, and a trace of skin and flesh hung down, only a little sticky. It looks unspeakably terrifying.

Dressed in soap, with a gloomy complexion and thin lips, the middle-aged jailer who looked a little mean had an ugly face.

I thought it was a soft bone, but I didn't expect Steward Hu's mouth to be surprisingly hard, and he used many means to ask him again and again.

This Hu steward takes everything on himself, and has nothing to do with King Chengjun.

Looking at the frowning governor Huo Feiran, the middle-aged jailer's eyes suddenly flashed with a hint of fierceness. He took out a red, triangular soldering iron from the red-hot coals.

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When the soldering iron touches the water, bursts of water vapor suddenly emerge.

"Are you recruited?"

The middle-aged jailer looked at the butler who was slumped on the ground like fat, and asked with a hideous face.

"Adult, the little ones have already talked about what they know, I don't know what you want the little old man to recruit?"

Steward Hu looked at the red soldering iron, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and his face showed fear. Subconsciously wanted to retreat, but his whole body was covered with wounds, and his limbs were even more severely injured, he couldn't move half a minute at all, but instead involved the wound, and the hot pain made his face suddenly distorted.

"Huh!"

Looking at the gritted Hu Steward, the middle-aged jailer's thin lips were raised, revealing a cruel smile.

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Like a red-hot soldering iron with a poisonous snake's head, it was pressed the body of the steward, making a squeaky and terrifying sound, and everyone only smelled a scorching stench.

Steward Hu rolled his eyes and fainted again.

Situ Lang was also hung on top of Xingjia, his whole body trembled a little, and there was even more fear in his eyes. The crotch was already wet, and drops of yellow liquid were dripping.

It's horrible.

"My lord, he's fainted again!"

The jailer in charge of the execution said with some embarrassment when he saw that the steward had fainted again because of the pain.

"Before noon tomorrow, the official wants him to speak. ”

Governor Huo Feiran shook his palms in disgust, and glanced at Situ Lang, who was smelling all over his body, and his entourage took out a folding fan made of sandalwood, opened it lightly and shook it, trying to dispel the pungent smell of blood and the rotten stench.

Governor Huo Feiran's face looked a little better.

"No!"

"Don't worry, the little one will let him open his mouth!"

The jailer, who was wearing a soap suit and had a gloomy and cruel look on his face, knelt on the ground and said with a determined face.

"I know that you have always been capable, and you have been a official for generations, so you must have a lot of secrets and skills. As long as you can get him to speak, Bendu will protect you from the ninth grade!"

Governor Huo Feiran looked at the festering, bruised, and foul-smelling Hu Guan all over his body, and his eyes couldn't help but show a trace of disgust and hope. Only then did he look at the middle-aged man in a soapy coat who couldn't say anything.

"The little one will die!"

The middle-aged jailer's eyes froze suddenly, and then there was a look of disbelief and ecstasy.

Although Jiupin is just a petty official of sesame mung beans in the eyes of Governor Huo Feiran, it seems to have ascended to the sky in the eyes of middle-aged officials. Their family has been officials for generations, and they have wanted to find an official position for generations, and he still remembers his father's eyes before he died.

He knew that his father was unwilling and hoped that he could obtain an edict and obtain an official status. Let the family get rid of the embarrassing situation of being a servant for generations.

Just when he was about to despair, he didn't expect that the world would fall such an opportunity.

As long as he can pry open the mouth of the butler, the governor Huo Feiran will personally promote him as an official.

Thinking of this, his eyes suddenly changed when he looked at Steward Hu again. It was as if it was no longer a pile of rotten meat, but a must-have shiny official hat.

"My lord, the prisoner can't bear the punishment and has fainted. ”

A little official in a soap coat looked at the bearded steward who did not have a trace of good meat on his body, and his whole body exuded a foul smell, and blood and pus were mixed, and he couldn't bear to say.