There was not a big hole torn apart, there were no enemy soldiers he had killed on the battlefield, and there were no tempting voices in his ears.

Jiang Zebei sat up, leaned on the bed, and closed his eyes deeply.

His chest rose and fell a lot, and it was obvious that he was frightened.

After a long time, it wasn't until the sweat-soaked middle coat exuded a hint of coolness that Jiang Zebei opened his eyes.

He raised his hand and wiped his forehead, faintly cold sweat.

When he raised his hand, he saw that there was a red blood line on his wrist.

At first, Jiang Zebei thought that he was in the dungeon, and he was inadvertently injured, but he raised his other hand and wiped the blood line, but he couldn't wipe it off at all.

After rubbing it a few times, the skin of that piece was red, and the blood line did not change in the slightest, as if it was growing in flesh and blood.

Jiang Zebei finally understood that this was not an injury, or a bloodstain.

Looking at this strange blood line, Jiang Zebei just glanced at it lightly and stopped paying attention.

He was still thinking about the scene in his dream, which was his inner demon, and as long as it was at the onset of the disease, it would run out uncontrollably.

This time, Jiang Zebei finally had to admit that he was really going to get sick.

Removing the sweat-soaked middle coat on his body, Jiang Zebei got up and got down, stepped on the ground barefoot, walked to the cabinet in the narrow hut, and opened it.

On the top layer is a delicate wooden box, which is opened, revealing the pills inside.

Jiang Zebei's slender fingers pinched one casually and sent it directly to his mouth.

This is the pill that Mo Zixuan configured for him, and after eating it, it can relieve the suppression of the condition.

Closing the delicate wooden box, Jiang Zebei took out a new set of underwear to change into, and then gently closed the cabinet.

He didn't wear shoes, so he walked casually to the outer study.

It was dark outside, and he didn't know how long he had slept after coming out of the dungeon.

Standing in the huge study, Jiang Zebei called softly: "Xuanwu." ”

A shadow quickly appeared three steps away from him.

"Young master!" Xuanwu appeared.

"How long did I sleep?"

Xuanwu: "Two hours. ”

Jiang Zebei secretly rubbed his eyebrows, and actually slept for two hours, which was more than he had budgeted.

"What time is it?"

Xuanwu: "Yinshi." ”

That is to say, in half an hour, the sky will be bright.

Jiang Zebei raised his feet and walked to the desk, it was impossible for him to continue to sleep, just in time to sort out the busy things of the past few days.

Xuanwu saw Jiang Zebei's bare feet, and he strode into the inner room.

When he came out, Jiang Zebei was already sitting at his desk, reading the various letters sent below.

Xuanwu walked up to him, knelt down on one knee, and put the shoe he was carrying on the ground.

"Young master, raise your feet."

Jiang Zebei lowered his eyes, looked at the tall man kneeling in front of him on one knee, withdrew his gaze, and continued to look at the letter in his hand, his feet were gently raised.

Xuanwu put on his shoes, slowly took two steps back and stood up, waiting behind Jiang Zebei.

The large study was very quiet, except for the rustle of papers.

Jiang Zebei had been reading the letter in his hand for a long time, and this letter seemed to make him very entangled.

Looking at the name on the letterhead, Jiang Zebei had a headache.

The name that appeared on the paper was Yu Shijie.

There are all kinds of information about him on it, all of which are recorded, especially the interaction with Chen Qishan.

"How is Yu Shijie?"

Jiang Zebei's deep voice sounded.

After his words came out, Xuanwu's mind immediately appeared all kinds of information about Yu Shijie.