Chapter 307: Dynasty Emperor Shang (92)

Capital.

Today still seems to be a quiet day.

Like a bloody remnant of the sun, Chu Yu appeared in front of Lin Qingyin.

Chu Yu took Lin Qingyin to sneak into the palace.

The old emperor is now sick in bed, and although he has the intention of passing on the throne to the seventeenth prince, they also have to guard against accidents.

Just like the jade seal, it was hidden by the emperor, and the emperor did not intend to give any prince an obvious chance of winning.

Chu Yu didn't know where to get the time to patrol the palace, so he took Lin Qingyin around the palace and didn't meet anyone.

In the end, Chu Yu and Lin Qingyin stopped in a cold palace.

There was a well in the cold palace, and a large stone was placed on the ground.

Someone has been here, probably Mo Yan.

Chu Yu and Lin Qingyin glanced at each other, and then each dodged, dodging the arrow feathers in the dark.

Lin Qingyin jumped directly into the well, and Chu Yu broke off.

He didn't entangle with the people in the dark, Chu Yu cut off an arrow and jumped inside.

If someone in the shadows wanted to go into the well and kill them, he would be happy to accompany them.

When Chu Yu jumped into the well, the thick sound of the bell suddenly echoed above the palace.

One after another.

The emperor died early, too much in advance!

Chu Yu fell to the bottom of the well, the mechanism was touched by the previous people, and a passage was revealed.

The emperor is dead, time is running out, and the jade seal must be found as soon as possible.

Chu Yu immediately entered the passage.

The passage was dark and damp, and the girl stood in the middle of it, her figure blurred and her expression hidden in the darkness.

Chu Yu approached Lin Qingyin.

Lin Qingyin glanced at Chu Yu: "Let's go." ”

I don't know how Mo Yan managed to escape from prison, but he is the male protagonist after all, and a successful escape from prison is inevitable.

It's just that his wings are restricted, and it is estimated that there are not many people who can use it at the moment.

Lin Qingyin and Chu Yu walked in the passage one after the other, the sound of light footsteps was intertwined, and the sound of each other's breathing could be heard clearly in the quiet passage.

Such a venue and situation is most suitable for killing the opponent by surprise.

But for the two, the tacit understanding flows vaguely, and there is trust between every move.

The passage is long and winding, with occasional traces of corpses and traps being triggered.

I don't know how long it took to walk, Lin Qingyin and Chu Yu finally came to the end of the passage, and their vision also broadened.

In front of me was a large underground space, and iron chains in the south, east, south, and northwest directions hung down from above, all gathered in midair.

A wooden box looms over the entwining of the chains.

Other than that, there was nothing else, and there was no one.

It's an obvious empty city plan.

Chu Yu and Lin Qingyin glanced at each other, and he flew towards the wooden box in mid-air.

A cold light suddenly stabbed towards Chu Yu!

Similarly, poisonous powder was sprinkled in the passage, and the people in ambush obviously didn't believe that Chu Yu would come alone.

Lin Qingyin's eyebrows were cold, he waved his sleeves to sweep away some poisonous powder, and quickly came out of the passage.

There weren't many people in ambush at all.

There was no hiding place in the space, and when Lin Qingyin walked out of the passage, he saw all the people.

One Mo Yan, two guards.

Lin Qingyin stabbed the guard in the neck with a knife, and then retracted his hand and pushed the guard's body to the side.

Now there was also a Mo Yan and a guard, Lin Qingyin occupied the entrance of the passage, watching Chu Yu fight with that guard.

Mo Yan saw that Lin Qingyin didn't even look at him, and his face was hideous: "This king's life, Miss Yan seems to be determined to get it?" ”

Lin Qingyin rubbed her fingers, and finally gave Mo Yan a look, she smiled: "It's not the same as Wang's words, until the end, who can say that he is ten percent sure?" ”

Mo Yan was about to be laughed at by Lin Qingyin.

If there is no ten, that is nine out of nine?