In the living room of the manor.

"Two immortal elders, the younger one is ...... It's the guy from the Yunlai Inn in the town, and the shopkeeper is sending a small one...... Come and tell the immortal chief......"

The innkeeper said tremblingly.

On the seat sat two immortal cultivators.

One of the fat men with a white face and beard said with a smile: "Don't be nervous, first pant evenly, and speak slowly." ”

The man nodded, waited until his breathing was even, and his mood calmed down a lot: "Two immortal elders, the shopkeeper of my family asked the little one to come and tell you, and the person you brought us to attention really came back to find his accomplice." ”

"Really?"

The eyes of the two white-robed immortal cultivators suddenly lit up, and they hurriedly asked, "What's going on, let's talk about it carefully." ”

The guy immediately explained the matter in detail.

"There is a play, even if this surnamed Zhou is not the murderer we caught, there is definitely a problem."

The white-faced fat man slapped his face violently after hearing this, and his face was happy.

"That's right."

The triangular-eyed Taoist next to him also nodded.

Then he gave a thumbs up to the white-faced fat man: "Senior Brother Li, you still have a way." If you hadn't come up with the idea to arrest all the outsiders in the neighborhood that day, this kid wouldn't have come back and cast a snare on his own. ”

"Senior Brother Zhang has a good reputation, but it's just a small skill of carving insects, and it's not enough to worry about."

"You can't say that."

Senior Brother Zhang shook his head: "If it weren't for your little insect carving skills, this kid would have slipped away, where would he send it to the door himself?" ”

The white-faced fat man smiled smugly.

"Brother, do you think we should immediately report this news to Uncle Qiu?"

Senior Brother Zhang then asked.

"He can't wait to avenge the murderer, and if he knows the news, he may not be very happy."

Of course, there is another layer of meaning he did not say.

If Qiu Dao really knew that they helped him find the killer's enemy, then he could still treat the two of them badly?

"Don't rush yet."

The white-faced fat man waved his hand and said, "It's just a suspicion now, it's better to wait for the news to be confirmed before telling Uncle Qiu and his old man." And ......"

Speaking of this, a touch of cunning suddenly appeared on his face: "Haven't the elders of the sect already confirmed it?" That kid just took advantage of Senior Brother Qin's serious injury to steal the poisonous hand, and only then did he kill Senior Brother Qin, and his own strength is not worth mentioning at all. ”

"If we catch that guy and send it to Uncle Qiu............"

He didn't say the rest of the words, but where did Zhang Daoren still not understand?

"Good idea, just do what Senior Brother Li says!"

Zhang Daoren made a big deal and said excitedly.

I want to know with my toes which one has more favor and which one has more returns.

"Let's go, let's go immediately, I hope that kid hasn't run far yet."

After making up their minds, the two of them set off immediately, grabbed the innkeeper directly, went out and drew two sword lights into the air, and went straight to the town.

However, as soon as they walked on their front feet, the floor of the living room was unusually slightly raised.

Immediately afterwards, a figure appeared in the living room as if it had come out of the soil, it was Zhou Tong.

"It turned out to be you."

Zhou Tong looked in the direction where the three of them were gone, his eyes were cold.

No wonder Lao Fang didn't wait for him in the inn, it turned out that he was arrested by the Shushan faction.

"I don't know how Lao Fang is doing now, is he being locked up here?"

Knowing that the old housekeeper was arrested, Zhou Tong couldn't help but worry.

Lao Fang is just an ordinary person, but he can't afford to toss too much, if these people from the Shushan faction use any means against him......

A look of worry flashed in Zhou Tong's eyes, and the powerful divine thoughts at the Yuan Shen level suddenly emanated, scanning the entire manor.

At this time, he no longer cared about whether or not he would alarm the enemy.

"Over there!"

Zhou Tong's pupils shrank suddenly, and his figure disappeared in place in an instant.

…………

Behind the manor is a low hill.

At the foot of the low mountain, there is a three-story dungeon where many people are imprisoned.

The manor itself is a lower courtyard or stronghold of the Shushan faction on the outskirts of Emei Mountain.

The people imprisoned in it are also some small characters who have been held by the Shushan faction and need to stay alive, but they are not worth escorting to the faction for suppression.

Of course, these small roles are only for the behemoths of the Shushan faction.

In fact, many of the prisoners here are also ruthless characters with a lot of names outside, and there are many Jiangyang thieves and loose cultivation masters who have caused trouble.

Because it still has some value in the eyes of the Shushan faction, it was not executed, but imprisoned here.

It's just that the dungeon, which is usually very spacious, has been very crowded these two days.

Because just two days ago, many new prisoners were newly imprisoned, except for a few low-level immortal cultivators, the vast majority of the rest were ordinary people.

These people are all suspects who were arrested because the Shushan disciple was stabbed nearby three days ago.

In fact, compared with the previous two days, there are a lot fewer people at this time.

Some people were released without suspicion.

Others were tortured during interrogation, but were already dead.

"So many people?"

As soon as he sneaked into the dungeon, Zhou Tong found that the defense here was quite tight.

Not only are there a lot of jailers guarding it, but there are also a lot of formation prohibitions arranged inside.

Fortunately, the level of formation prohibition here is not too high, and it is mainly aimed at the ground.

Although the defense of the underground cannot be said to be a blind spot, it is obviously much weaker than that on the ground, and Zhou Tong sneaked in with almost no effort.

"Here!"

After a careful sense, Zhou Tong immediately found a faint but familiar aura.

It's on the second floor of the dungeon.

Performing the escape technique to the second floor, Zhou Tong found the familiar figure in one of the cells at a glance.

"Old Fang!"

As soon as he saw Fang Sheng's appearance, Zhou Tong's eyes turned red.

Although Fang Sheng is not dead, he is definitely not good.

His arms and neck were handcuffed and hung from the beams of his cell.

His gray hair was scattered and covered his face.

The clothes on his body have long been broken into strips, which is worse than what the beggars wear.

The whole body was covered with scars, and there was almost no good place to find it, and even the nails of the hands and feet were pulled out, leaving only blood-red tender flesh.

Even due to the severity of the injury, the whole person has fallen into a coma.

Only the pain in his body made his body twitch slightly instinctively, and from time to time there was a trace of screaming and moaning from his mouth.

"Bastard!"

Zhou Tong's eyes were red, and anger almost erupted from his eyes.

That's not the case with the Ten Manchu Tortures, right? It was hard to imagine how much pain Fang Sheng had endured before. You must know that he is just an ordinary old man with no cultivation!