When the city gates were opened, the breakfast stalls on both sides had been set up, steaming hot.

The common people who entered the city drank and gnawed a few nests indiscriminately, and then entered the city in twos and threes.

On this day, the guards at the city gate were particularly diligent in patrolling, but they still did not find anything suspicious.

However, at this moment, in the Hanyan Royal City, there are two teams of people, but they are quietly acting.

One of the teams gradually dispersed and disappeared along the road between death row and the execution ground.

Xu Fei crouched at the top of the avenue where he could see the entire avenue, and looked at everything that had happened on the road since the morning.

He reached out and touched the thin-bladed long knife in his hand that Leng Liubai had carried before, laughed for some reason, and then hid his figure again.

The sun is getting higher and higher, with the sound of the iron door moving with a "creak".

A rotten aura that had been dormant for many years seeped out of death row little by little.

Along with these auraes, there was a team of jailers who were also dead.

These jailers, as if long since they were dead, were now carrying their legs and pushing their carts like walking corpses, without any expression, completing their mission.

When the door of death row was completely opened, a prisoner car slowly drove out.

In this prison car, a young man in white dressed in dark brown blood stains was sitting, as the blood solidified and turned black, it was no longer possible to distinguish which were dirt and which were bloodstains, but the young man sat motionless on the car.

It was only when he drove out of the gate of death row that his eyes narrowed slightly.

It is only this action that seems to prove that he is still alive.

Looking at the bright sky outside, the boy laughed for some reason, his smile was bright and gentle.

He seemed happy, happy for the bright sunshine today.

The boy swayed as the cart moved, as if he was going to fall down at any moment, but he always straightened up again and sat firmly in the cart the moment others thought he was going to fall.

The wind blew through his hair.

There is a sense of poignant beauty.

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