It's hard to see through the night. Yuan Fu stood under the porch, took the two pieces of paper handed over by the warden, read them carefully, and nodded with satisfaction.

Then it landed on one of them. The eyebrows are slightly frowned.

"Why is this fingerprint so big?" Yuan Fu looked up at the warden and asked.

The little minion who followed behind the warden's heart was raised.

The warden hurriedly stepped forward, glanced at the paper, and looked back at the inner officer: "You tried this person." ”

"Back to my father-in-law, it was a big finger press." The chamberlain hunched his waist. pinched his throat and said sharply: "After being tortured, my index finger has been clamped and can't be pressed." Because her hands were full of blood, we did not use cinnabar, but pressed the blood on her hands. and the blood will not dry up, and it will be pressed heavier. The chamberlain said, looking up at Yuan Fu. He quickly lowered his head again.

Normally speaking, it is the index finger of the right hand that should be drawn.

Yuan Fu picked up the paper in his hand and sniffed it. It does smell bloody.

"Which hand pressed it?" Yuan Fu asked casually while handing the paper in his hand to the little eunuch beside him.

This casual tone made the inner officer's heart shrink instantly. The crossed hand in front of the abdomen is firmly grasped. The face that was already powdered was even paler. Fortunately, the night was long, and the night also hid his panic and gaffe.

"If you go back to your father-in-law, it's your right hand." The chamberlain said, burying his head lower.

Yuan Fu didn't notice anything unusual, looked at the second piece of paper again, and asked the other long-faced waiter, "You pressed this with your right index finger?" ”

"Back to my father-in-law's words, exactly." If it were a normal day, the long-faced chamberlain would definitely feel strange. But today, there was a thumbs-up in front of him, and when Yuan Gonggong asked him like this, there was no doubt.

Yuan Fu nodded with satisfaction, and handed the two pieces of paper to the little eunuch beside him to put them away.

"People are left in mass graves." Yuan Fu asked, raising his eyes and sweeping the warden majestically.

Everyone knows that this matter is not very open, and it is not surprising that the Ayaki Palace destroyed the corpse earlier.

When the warden heard this, he whispered, "It rains too much tonight, and there is thunder and lightning. It was put in prison, and Ming'er went to throw it away as soon as the rain stopped. ”

Hearing this, Yuan Fu first frowned. Then he said, "That's fine." Okay, let's all step aside. The warden stayed for a while. ”

Everyone responded, those who should go go, and those who should stay.

Braving the heavy rain to return to the room in the courtyard, the chamberlain was drenched.

"How?" The clerk jumped down from the bed board and walked towards the chamberlain and asked anxiously.

The inner attendant wiped the water on his body, and did not speak with a straight face. The heart of the civil servant sank little by little.

"He asked?" He lowered his trembling voice.

The chamberlain still did not respond. The water on his body was shaken for a long time, and then he went to the corner and picked up two hats, and handed one to the civil servant: "I want to go and see with my own eyes." ”

He's going to see for himself. It's not unbelief, it's about seeing it with your own eyes and knowing that you're going to die. In this certain death, he dared to risk his life to fight for a way out. Although he still doesn't know where he is going to live.

The clerk took the hat and stared down at it.

"Let's go." With trembling hands, he put the hat on his body.

The cold rain pavement, the pedestrians are in a hurry.

In the darkness, the breath goes from heavy to shallow. In the huge torture room, the smell of blood filled the tip of the nose.

Outside the window, the raindrops hit the roof, and the ticking was noisy and chaotic. Covered Wen Qingwu's shallow breathing. She sat in her chair, motionless, like a dead man.

She listened intently to the sound of rain outside.

The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and the flowers fall to know how much.

She loves rainy days.

This kind of weather can calm her down. All the sounds and annoyances disappeared in the rain. On such a rainy night, she seemed to be closer to herself.

There was the sound of footsteps in the rain, getting closer, closer and closer. The light of the lantern shone in, and Wen Qingwu's heart finally settled. Closed his eyes and remained motionless.

The light is too shallow. The huge torture chamber was already dim and unknown.

"Father-in-law, it seems to be dead." The warden walked ahead, holding the lantern, looking at the dead man in the center with his head hanging motionless, and whispered.

Yuanfu didn't answer and walked straight in. The warden also stepped up.

"Hurry up." Yuanfu said.

The little eunuch on the side came over with a lantern to illuminate it. The little eunuch who spoke stepped forward, took out the two pieces of paper on his chest, opened them and looked at them, put one back, held on to the other, squatted down, raised the right hand of the talented man who seemed to be out of breath, pinched his thumb and pressed it on the cinnabar.

If anyone looks down, they will find that under the messy hair, a pair of scarlet eyes are open, staring at the paper in front of them.

"Father-in-law, it's okay." The little eunuch got up, hunched over and handed the paper to Yuanfu.

Yuan Fu took it and took a look. Nodding in satisfaction.

In a moment, the footsteps departed, and the light of the lantern headed towards the torture chamber next to it.

After a while, the footsteps and the light finally faded away.

The room was dark again.

The room that should have been quiet reminded me of the sound of rustling. Someone came out of the silence of the torture chamber.

"You guessed it." In the darkness, a deep voice sounded directly in front of Wen Qingwu.

She remembered the voice.

Wen Qingwu raised her head and looked into the night.

"So, like me, you can only die inexplicably." Wen Qingwu said: "Don't be reconciled." ”

In the darkness of the night, no one answered her words.

Wen Qingwu didn't care, and then said: "With your status as cheap as ants, how can you fight with Ayaqi Palace." She smiled.

The laughter was very weak, but with a different kind of mockery.

The internal attendant and the civil servant did not have any sense of anger at this moment. I just feel hopeless. They didn't know if the taunt in the voice was for herself, or for Ayaki, or for the two of them.

"How are we going to do it?" The clerk spoke, his voice hoarse.

Wen Qingwu said leisurely: "I can't even save myself, how can I save you?" ”

"It's all death, if you can't help it, what's the point of struggling like this. It is better for the two eunuchs who tortured you to die with you than to die celibate. But you just reminded us. The clerk said.

"Come on, hurry up. What do you want us to do, how do we save you. The chamberlain spoke, and his voice overshadowed that of the civil servant.

"How did I save you?" Wen Qingwu shook his head.

In a desperate situation, she also wants to get the most benefit for herself.

There was a moment of silence in the room. The chamberlain spoke again: "Okay." In other words, if you save us, how can you repay us? ”

Wen Qingwu said: "Cut your fingers and swear a blood oath at the Heavenly Palace Yin Ghost Mansion in the north." In this life, be loyal to me. If it is betrayal, the sky will not be able to die if the sky thunders, and the reincarnation will be reincarnated. The dead soul was born into the eighteenth layer of hell under the ghost mansion, and was punished by cutting out the heart, cutting out the liver, gouging out the eyes and tongue, boiling the pot and not dying, and a thousand hammers without dispersing. ”

The voice is shriveled and hoarse due to a long lack of water, like the impermanence of the ghost king of hell.

The chamberlain and the civil servant shuddered in unison.