The wound on Zhang Lan's chest healed not long after being dragged out of the hall, and more than a dozen guards beside him pulled him out like a piglet, and Zhang Lan did not resist.

The most dangerous moment for him is over, and all that remains is the punishment to satisfy the vanity of the sky.

Taking this opportunity, Zhang Lan memorized the layout of the palace, this location is really a bit too big, the floor is all paved with the most expensive granite, between the red brick walls, you can vaguely see the armor layer, under the glazed tiles hidden anti-aircraft fire and energy storage electronic weapons, it looks like an ancient city, but it has the most modern combat capabilities.

An armed coup d'état, once it is broken into this royal city, is basically a war of attrition with no return, and the street battle alone can eliminate at least 100,000 rebels.

Preserving such a position is the best inheritance for subsequent heirs, so Zhang Lan is very fortunate that he didn't come to the barbarian just now.

Zhang Lan's identity was not qualified to hang on the city wall of the main gate of the palace, he was dragged to the position of the back city wall, his hands were tied tightly by finger-thick hemp ropes, and he was directly pushed down from the 33-meter-high city wall, and he was suspended in mid-air 20 meters above the ground. The hands were hoisted high, like a piece of bacon waiting to be dried.

From this point of view, what you see is the busy market outside the royal city. This is probably the liveliest street market in the city, and after a hundred meters from the city wall, it is full of people.

Maybe it's because now the officials in the royal city are the most stable owners, all the high-end commodity stores, famous snack bars, have won the façade here, the vegetable market is also dazzling, the vendors are dreaming of one day being favored by the purchase of the owner of Ouchi, become the exclusive supplier of even green onions, then they can live a life without shame in the future.

And the tortured people were hung here precisely for parade on the streets, and to be embarrassed.

Fortunately, Zhang Lan doesn't care about her face at all, just hang it, right? But what he didn't expect was that in the square, 4 huge searchlights turned on, and they all hit him like spotlights.

The light that was like daylight made Zhang Lan unable to open his eyes, and the temperature rose to more than 40 degrees in an instant.

"Boss, the buddy who was hung here in the past turned into bacon jerky in 3 days, how many days do you think he can last?"

"It's a gamble! It's time to gamble! What day did you buy him to die? On the castle tower, the chattering guards began to place bets, and Zhang Lan began to practice under the strong light.

At first, he felt fine, his clothes were completely soaked with sweat after about 3 hours, sweat spilled down his shoes, dripped down his toes, and his whole body felt like it was smoking.

At midnight, this heat was not reduced in the slightest, the searchlights were still fully powered, and the guards went to sleep, but Zhang Lan could not fall asleep in this strong light, the light could penetrate the eyelids, so that the retina continued to work, under normal circumstances, it is really difficult for humans to live in this state for 3 days.

In the dead of night, a stream of clear water fell overhead, which was certainly not a gift from God, because in the world under the black clouds, even if it rained, it was acid rain that would kill people.

Zhang Lan looked up in surprise and saw that it was Hong Bo pouring the kettle.

"Humber, are you alright?" Zhang Lan didn't feel guilty at all, but greeted cordially.

"Don't talk, drink more, or you'll die." Hong Bo motioned for Zhang Lan to open his mouth, and after a few mouthfuls of clear water, Zhang Lan was much more energetic.

"Have you seen him?" Humbor propped his hands on the side of the city wall and came out to chat.

"Yes." Zhang Lan knew that Hong Bo was talking about evil ghosts.

"How is he lately? I haven't dealt with him in 5 years. Hong Bo sighed faintly.

"The complexion is not bad, you can kill a tiger with your bare hands, right? It's just that I like to burst foul language. Zhang Lan suspected that even she could be killed.

"That's how he is, he doesn't keep the door open, and a lot of trouble is caused by this." Talking about his old friend, Humber couldn't help but talk a lot.

"Why not explain? I think there's just some misunderstanding between you. ”

Zhang Lan didn't think that Hong Bo was such a bad character, after all, Xiaoyao City did not collapse in that kind of faint days, obviously because he mediated and did a lot of work.

"Some misunderstandings can't be explained, I joined the army at the age of 15 and worked as a small official in the security bureau near Fallen Street, when the evil ghost was already 30 years old, he was the boss of Fallen Street, and no one on the street dared to mess with him. Because once I chased a criminal to the depraved street and met him, and finally became a confidant, without him I would not be where I am today. ”

Hong Bo remembered this kindness, at that time Hong was bullied by all his predecessors, but he stubbornly stuck to his post, even if he caught criminals in the depraved street, he was beaten until his nose was blue and his face was swollen, and he refused to hand over the key to the handcuffs.

The demon liked his twisting and forced him to leave the Fallen Street alive with the prisoner.

Because of the help of the evil ghosts, all kinds of unruly murderers were sent to Hong by the evil ghosts to deal with, and so on, his official position rose faster and faster, until he was appreciated by Cangtian's grandfather and entered the royal city as an official.

Before that, both of them were busy, but they would meet every month for a drink and talk about how each other is doing today. But after the death of the two generations of King Xiaoyao assisted by Hong Bo and the succession of Cangtian, the contradictions began to be exposed.

The depression of the city has put Humbor under tremendous pressure, and he needs to cash in from various channels to keep the city running. The evil demon gave a solution, so that the big-spending king began to eat vegetarian, save a little, and live a poor life.

But Humb is aiming for a reusable resource, the labor of Fallen Street. The cost of living in Fallen Street began to rise dramatically, and the only way to survive was to become more depraved, more evil, and harder.

Hungry undead need to do more inhuman work in order to get a stutter, and life on the streets of Fallen is worse than death.

This is all Humb's sin, sacrificing the non-registered homeless people who are equal to 40% of the city's population in Fallen Street, in exchange for the balance of glamour and cruelty on the surface of Easy City.

"I know I'm sorry for him, and I didn't do what I promised him, but I'm helpless." Humb sighed, "It's better to live in pain now than to die in madness, right?" ”

"Although I agree with you, I can't make myself more miserable for the sake of someone else's life. To live, you have to be like a person, it is meaningful, right? Zhang Lan retorted.

"That's the difference in location, you think about individuals, I think about a city, the life and death of millions of people. This world belongs to the 7 major groups, and the survival of the Easy City to this day depends on exhaustive calculations, and if you take half a wrong step, you will never recover, and sometimes, I have to give up something. ”

Hong Bo stood up, "Zhang Lan, I took the pot you threw this time, but only this time, even if I return the favor to the evil ghost, never try to challenge the royal power, don't get too close to the evil ghost again, don't help him, don't try to change the status quo, because you will all die." ”

"Hong Bo......" Zhang Lan raised his head and said, "It is impossible for the times to stand still, backward, low-level, and corrupt things will eventually be replaced by new things, in addition to technology, people are the same." ”

"Can you take the place of the king?" Humber sneered.

"No, maybe it's the world that I want to replace?" Zhang Lan understated.