However, the trial at night is not good.

After the cell was opened again, Chen Qishan was pressed to the place where the criminal law was tried in the cell.

The torture instruments around it look really bad.

Anyone who sees bloody torture racks, iron chains, and all kinds of tools for punishing people around them will not have the heart of expectation.

Chen Qishan only glanced at the various furnishings around him, and he withdrew his gaze, lowering his eyes and saying nothing.

There was no one but him, and the jailer watching him behind him.

I don't know which adult from Dali Temple will interrogate him today.

Chen Qishan waited for a while, but no one came.

The two jailers behind him leaned against the wall, relaxed and bored, and occasionally whispered to something.

Chen Qishan retracted his gaze, glanced at the table and chair in front of him, and the undried blood stains on the open space in the middle.

From the moment he stood here, he could smell the smell of blood in the air.

Such a smell of blood evoked Chen Qishan's bad memories, and his delicate eyebrows were slightly crappy.

At that moment, footsteps sounded behind him.

Not as slow and calm as Yu Shijie, the footsteps he heard at this time were calm, and every step seemed to be stepping on the tip of Chen Qishan's heart.

Here it is -

Chen Qishan's body trembled, only for a moment, and soon he regained his composure.

"My lord—"

"My lord—"

The two jailers who were leaning against the wall before immediately straightened up and spoke respectfully to the people behind Chen Qishan.

If you listen carefully, you can notice that their voices are a little trembling, which shows that the person who came is a powerful person.

"Hmm." A faint, somewhat familiar voice sounded behind Chen Qishan.

Chen Qishan's body stiffened, and he turned his head in disbelief and looked at the person who came.

Zhu Ziyue!

The person who came turned out to be the youngest Prime Minister Zhu Cheng in Xiliang Kingdom.

Chen Qishan looked at Zhu Ziyue's calm face in surprise, and met the pair of soothing eyes, Chen Qishan quickly lowered his head, and said respectfully and detachedly: "I've seen the Prime Minister." ”

Zhu Ziyue didn't respond to him and stopped looking at him.

He commanded the two jailers not far away, "Go down, you are not needed here." ”

"Yes, sir."

The two jailers quickly left the area.

Before stepping out of the wooden fence not far away, I saw two people who had come with the Prime Minister.

They are solemn and majestic, and at first glance they are not ordinary practitioners.

Tonight is a special clearance, the two jailers know what is at stake, and the battle between the big men has nothing to do with their little shrimp.

After the two jailers left, two tall men outside the door guarded tightly, not letting anyone approach.

Zhu Ziyue saw Chen Qishan's emaciated appearance, some messy clothes, and the indifference in his eyes dissipated, revealing helpless pity.

If you want to say that he, Chen Qishan, and Jiang Zebei are the three, only Chen Qishan is the most squeamish, and he can't lift his hands and shoulders and can't resist.

But he is also the one who suffers the most.

Zhu Ziyue reached out and patted Chen Qishan's shoulder, and then touched his head to appease.

He pulls the person to the only seat and presses him to the seat to sit down.

"Why are you here?" Chen Qishan sat on the chair and leaned on the seat relaxedly.

At this time, there are only him and Zhu Ziyue, and there is no need to be restrained, and there is no need to carry anything alone.

After Chen Qishan relaxed, he was exhausted, and his face also showed an indissoluble sorrow.