Zhao Wuwu seems to be a weak scholar, but he has the style of a general when he plays chess, and he can attack and retreat. Between calmly coping, there is no panic. Even though everyone knows that Mu Baili, the commander of the East Factory and the master of ceremonies, is a murderer who never soft-hearted. When the general saw him, he was still afraid. However, this weak scholar is so calm that he is impressive.

Zhao Wuwu lost, lost half a son.

So in the end, Mu Baili didn't really win.

"How did you manage to lose half a child?" Mu Baili let go of his hand, and the chess pieces fell back into the chess box with a clatter.

Zhao Wuwu got up, "Losing is losing, Zhao can afford to lose." She took a deep breath, "It's time for me to go back and take my leave." ”

"I heard that Lord Zhao is looking for a string of Buddha beads?" Mu Baili smiled gently.

Zhao Wuwu's heart was slightly cold.

Standing at the gate of the Imperial Prison, Zhao Wuwu's face turned a little whiter.

Mu Baili held her hand, "Take you to see the old man." Suddenly, he frowned slightly, looked at the soft and boneless hand in his palm, and was surprised, "Why are your hands so cold?" "It's clearly wrapped in a thick fox fur, but there is no temperature at all, and my hands are very cold.

Zhao Wuwu hurriedly withdrew his hand, his expression tightened slightly, "Let's go!" ”

The edict of Dongchang has always been a place where there is no return, and Mu Baili walked with her one after the other.

I thought that this edict was a place full of blood and rain, and it should be wailed all over the place, and it was shocking. The facts refreshed Zhao Wuwu's eyes, there was not a drop of blood here, and he walked through the cells and torture rooms along the way, but he didn't hear the slightest scream.

In front of a torture cell, Mubari paused.

opened the door, and Zhao Wuwu realized that he was wrong.

It's not that there is no wailing, but the wall is several feet thick, and you can't hear the slightest sound from inside through the wall. This copper wall is ironclad, Rao is a person with strong martial arts, and he can't break free.

Zhang Tao was ground to the top half, and the whole person was soaked in blood. is the same as when he was domineering and had to kill Zhao Wuwu, it was like two people. These eunuchs have the ability to make you survive and not die. With only one breath left, it can hang you for a few days, and make you suffer until you die.

"Lord Zhao gave such a big gift to this seat, how can this seat be enjoyed by one person." Mu Baili smiled gently, and Lu Guo handed over a rectangular blue brocade box safely. Mu Baili held Zhao Wuwu's hand and stuffed the box into her hand, "This thing should be regarded as a return gift from this seat, and I hope Lord Zhao will cherish it." Drop-off! ”

After that, he turned and left.

Lu Guoan saluted Zhao Wuwu, "Lord Zhao, don't underestimate this thing, I heard it in the past: no one plays the flute under the moon." This is still done by our overseer himself! ”

Zhao Wuwu clenched the brocade box in his hand, his face as white as paper. When she went out, she casually handed the brocade box to Yunzheng.

Yun Zheng didn't know what to do, "Childe, what is this?" ”

"Open it for yourself." Zhao Wuwu was not in a good mood.

Yun Zheng opened the brocade box, his eyes were slightly cold, "It's Childe's favorite piccolo." Suddenly, she was stunned, "But this flute seems to be a little strange, it doesn't seem to be a jade flute, nor is it a bamboo flute." ”

Xi Mo stepped forward to take a look, and his face turned white at the moment, "It's a bone flute, a human bone flute." ”

Yun Zheng shook his hand, hurriedly threw the brocade box to Xi Mo, and his heart was pounding, "Don't scare people." ”

"Don't you look at what this place is?" Xi Mo glanced at the gate of the East Factory, and then pinched the brocade box and returned to the carriage.

Yun Zheng looked at the gate of the East Factory with a slight breath, and quickly got into the carriage, "It's too crazy to make a flute out of human bones, no matter how good this flute is, who would dare to blow it?" ”

Zhao Wuwu's quiet voice came from the car, "Haven't you heard a word?" There is no ghost playing the flute under the moon. Legend has it that in the desert there was an ancient country of Tiran, and a monk quietly used the leg bones of a young girl to make a human bone flute. When the bone flute blows, someone dies. In the end, even the entire ancient kingdom of Tiran disappeared completely. ”

"Childe, don't talk about it." Yun Zheng gasped, "What about this bone flute?" ”

Zhao Wuwu closed his eyes and leaned against the soft car wall, and there were only two words between his teeth, "Hey dog." ”

Xi Mo was stunned for a moment, looked at Yunzheng and didn't dare to say anything.

Dongchang's methods are used to being ruthless, and I heard that in this edict, there are not only human bone flutes, but also human skin drums. And - the human skin made of the best girl's skin is the most in demand for the palace nobles.

No one dared to say anything more along the way, but after getting out of the car, Zhao Wuwu realized that the fox fur on his body had not been given to Mu Baili. As soon as he thought of Mu Baili's warm smile and the outrageous means behind it, Zhao Wuwu felt that his brain hurt, and it hurt badly.

When will this fox fur be returned?