The next day, night fell as scheduled, and the marshal's mansion was brightly lit.

Yi Dashuai sat in the center of the main hall, next to Yi Jingheng with a calm face, although he tried his best to suppress his emotions, the joy overflowing between his eyebrows was still easy to detect.

Everyone here tacitly knows that today is the birthday of Yi Dashuai, there are many guests, and they are all figures with heads and faces, but it is actually a disguised abdication ceremony.

Yi Dashuai has entered his twilight years, Yi Jingheng is in his youth, there was originally a Su Jingheng who could compete with him, but now Su Jingheng has not shown up for a long time after the car accident, and only he Yi Jingheng is left.

Therefore, when calling Yi Jingheng, everyone no longer called him the fifth master as before, but honored him as a young marshal.

Qin San was also invited to this "birthday" banquet. The Qin family is a well-known wall-to-wall grass, whichever power is strong, it will help whichever side, but the Qin family's power is not weak, which makes people angry, but helpless.

But this time, Qin San and his father had a major disagreement. Qin San was still standing on Su Jingheng's side, and his father felt that now that the situation was clear, it was the right choice to follow Yi Jingheng. The father and son quarreled so much that they still didn't reach a consensus until they entered the Marshal's Mansion and went to the table, like two strangers, sitting far away from each other, which made people feel ridiculous and funny.

Yi Dashuai gave an order, and the banquet officially began.

At this time, in the dungeon, Su Jingheng ushered in four lean men. They looked at last year, their bodies bowed slightly, their faces were yellow, their faces were full of wind and frost, but their hands were strangely white and delicate, well maintained, like the tenderness of young girls.

Su Jingheng's heart was clear, and he couldn't help but smile coldly silently.

The four of them walked down the stone steps, and immediately an attendant stepped forward to open the cell door, and the newly added torches reflected half of the stone wall of the cell, and also illuminated Su Jingheng's expression in obscurity.

"Seventh Master." The middle-aged man in the lead called respectfully, and the three people next to him also bent down and saluted Su Jingheng.

Su Jingheng ignored it and turned his head to the side.

The middle-aged man glanced at the attendants, and the attendants stepped forward to hold Su Jingheng and firmly bound his hands and feet.

The thin middle-aged man said: "The little one just obeys orders, and the seventh master of Wanwang should not be blamed." ”

Su Jingheng slowly closed his eyes, unwilling to listen.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man clapped his hands, and the other three people who accompanied him stepped forward and took out a small leather wrap bag from his waist. Untie it and unfold it, and a dense row of sharp blades appeared in front of everyone. The blades are large and small, of different thicknesses and shapes, but they all have one characteristic, that is, the blade is glowing with a cold cold glow, and it is extremely sharp at a glance.

These four men were sent by Yi Jingheng, and what they had to do was to use all what they had learned all their lives, so that Su Jingheng could not survive or die, and put him in great pain, but he could not die halfway, and was finally made into an adult. These four men can be said to be the best players.

The middle-aged man in the lead saw that Su Jingheng did not respond, and confessed again. The four of them each took out the blade of their own hand, and the cold light that flashed reflected on the faces of several attendants through the firelight, looking a little hideous, like a Yama demon in hell.

The middle-aged man grabbed Su Jingheng's arms and legs, and raised his hand at the junction to gesticulate, as if thinking about how to unload his limbs. The attendants all stepped back and stood aside, some of them staring at each other with curiosity in their eyes, and some of them couldn't stand it anymore and turned away.

"Let's go." After a while, after thinking about how to start, the leading man raised his voice. The four of them raised the sharp blades in their hands at the same time and aimed them at Su Jingheng.

The attendants' eyes widened, and they saw a flash of cold light, and the sharp blade cut through the flesh, bringing out a hot blood.

One of the attendants closest to Su Jingheng covered his throat in disbelief, blood gushing out of his neck, and soon wet the placket on his chest. There was a rumbling sound in his throat, his eyes bulging, and his red eyes wanted to grab the middle-aged man in front of him.

The man smiled coldly, flipped the blade in his hand dexterously, and plunged his backhand into the squire's chest. The attendant clenched his hand twice, fell limply, rolled his eyes, and fell to the ground with convulsions.

This scene also happened to the other attendants, the four middle-aged men cooperated tacitly, and the methods were ruthless, and they quietly solved all the attendants in the cell.

There were corpses lying all over the dungeon, and the guards outside heard the movement and came to check, but before they could make a sound, they were very neatly twisted their necks.

In just half a cup of tea, the guards and attendants in the stone prison were all dealt with, and the air was filled with a heavy smell of blood. Four lean middle-aged men returned to the cell and bowed solemnly and respectfully to Su Jingheng.

Su Jingheng, who still looked weak, had already sat up at this time, although his face was haggard and he had lost a lot of weight, his eyes were like torches, and he was quite bright, where was he still embarrassed half a minute ago.

Su Jingheng's gaze swept around the four people in front of him, gloomy and cold. The four men all hung their heads and waited quietly. For a long time, it wasn't until he saw those people that a dense layer of cold sweat oozed from his back that he hooked the corners of his mouth and slowly said, "Go." His voice was slightly hoarse, not angry but threatening.

Outside the stone prison, the night was vast, and Su Jingheng stepped on the somewhat muddy ground step by step, leaving deep footprints. The faint fragrance of grass and trees mixed with the smell of earth, accompanied by the night breeze, brushed his cheeks, with a slight coolness.

Su Jingheng came to a car under the escort of four people, the door opened, and a slender figure walked out of the car.

Jun Bi was draped in a stone blue cloak, and the brim of his hat was lowered, covering half of his face, revealing only his jade-white chin. When Su Jingheng approached, she raised her hand and took off her hat, and a weak and beautiful face came into his field of vision.

Jun Bi looked at Su Jingheng gently, the corners of his mouth curled, and he smiled slightly, "Master." She greeted her as she spoke.

Su Jingheng held Junbi's hand and gently stroked her cheek, her eyes were full of tenderness, seductive, and indulgent, "Have you waited for a long time?" ”

Jun Bi shook his head, turned around and took a set of clothes from the servant, "It hasn't been long since the beginning of the head, so don't worry." Do you want to wash up first? She asked, holding her clothes.

Su Jingheng took the familiar military uniform into his hand and looked at the light in the distance.

In order to let Su Jingheng suffer the most pain, Yi Jingheng set the location of the dungeon in the backyard of the Marshal's Mansion, a very hidden and extremely adventurous place. He spared no effort to make Su Jingheng feel desperate and powerless, and wanted Su Jingheng to see that everything belonged to him. But now, such an arrangement has made it convenient for Su Jingheng.

Su Jingheng retracted his gaze, looked sideways at the non-commissioned officer beside him, and asked, "Did someone get it?" The non-commissioned officer replied respectfully.

Su Jingheng smiled, and approached another car that was almost melting into the darkness, the body was pitch black, not far from the car in front, it was easy to ignore if you didn't look carefully. He opened the car door and met the man's gaze.

In the car was a beautiful woman with a bit of charm, her hair was in a messy bun, her hands and feet were tied, and her mouth was tied with a stride, and she could only plead and beg.

Everything is ready, only the east wind is owed.