Zuo Qingcang opened his eyes, only to feel a splitting headache. But years of training still made him want to turn over and be on guard.

But his waist moved slightly, but his lower body was unprecedentedly weak, let alone turning over, and it was a little difficult to even bend over and sit up.

'Narcotics? Or is it drugged? ’

While thinking about this in Zuo Qingcang's mind, he began to roll his eyes to observe the situation around him.

The wooden roof, the dim lighting, the smell of the sea at the tip of the nose, and the sound of rolling waves can seem to be heard in your ears.

'Am I at sea?' In a boat? 'Having been rolling in the Shura field since he was a child, Zuo Qingcang was not surprised at all that someone would deal with him, but he didn't expect to be transported to the sea in a simple ship. There seems to be little need to do so.

My last memory is sleeping in my room at the Sheraton Hotel. ’

'The alarm set did not go off. ’

'The food was tested and there was no problem. ’

While thinking about how he was caught at sea, Zuo Qingcang slowly exerted his hands and tried to make himself sit up first.

This action gave him two new appearances.

One is that the other party didn't use any means to restrain himself, so he threw himself on the bed. The second is that there is something wrong with his body.

On the cabin half next to the bed, Zuo Qingcang looked at his hands, and then at his chest, stomach, and thighs under his clothes.

The scar is gone. ’

The size of the body has changed, and the length of the hands and the chest are stronger than before. ’

Then he carefully touched his face again, and his brow furrowed even tighter: 'The skin is rough, the cheekbones are higher than mine, and the chin is longer than I used to be. ’

Even then, his mind remained calm, trying to judge the situation in front of him from what he knew.

'Hallucinogens, or did you give me a massive cosmetic surgery?' ’

But what's the point? If you want to interrogate me, it would be more effective to tie me up and use fatigue tactics or torture. ’

Zuo Qingcang gently stroked his head with his thumb and forefinger, and continued to think silently in his heart: 'My head has also become a roll, did I burn it?' He also helped me get a bun, and if I loosen it, my head will be about the length of a shawl. ’

The situation seems to be getting more and more strange, Zuo Qingcang has not been caught, nor has he not caught others, but in that case, he has encountered someone lying on the operating table and wanting to skin himself.

I have also encountered people hanging from trees and preparing to feed lions.

I've also encountered people who have been soaked in a water prison and are about to throw rats into it that have eaten people.

But like now, after waking up, his body has completely changed, and it is the first time he has encountered it.

What he didn't know was that in some places, there were entertainment works that referred to this kind of encounter as a crossing.

He is still using his previous knowledge and experience to understand the situation in front of him.

He tried to stand up, but now his feet were completely unable to exert force, and it seemed that the other party had been drugged more than he had imagined.

He can only rely on his hands to move on the bed, but fortunately, his current body is in strength, and it seems that he has to pass over, even if he can move himself smoothly with just his hands.

But there was nothing to see in the room. A wooden bed, a wooden table with a candle shade on it, and the cabin swayed slightly with the waves, creaking from time to time. This qiē and qiē all give Zuo Qingcang a backward and ancient feeling.

Zuo Qingcang believed that no one would do meaningless things except madmen, so he began to think while observing.

But just as Zuo Qingcang was thinking slowly, a memory that didn't belong to him began to pop up in his mind from time to time.

He is the memory of a man named Liu Zhicheng.

In his memory, Liu Zhicheng was a sergeant of the Zhenbei Army of the Great Qi Dynasty, and half a year ago, when he returned to his hometown and province, he found that his old father had been hastily buried.

After some investigation, it was found out that his father was hit by a horse on the street and died. And the person riding the horse is none other than the youngest son of the current Prince of Jade, Cao Sheng.

Prince Yu is the uncle of today's son, and his youngest son can be dealt with by Liu Zhicheng. Under the struggle, Cao Sheng was not injured, but Liu Zhicheng was asked to bow his head and admit his mistake.

In anger, Liu Zhicheng attacked Cao Sheng, but was defeated by the other party's move, and then he was transferred out of the Zhenbei Army, Mingsheng secretly surrendered, and was sent to the colony of Xinda 6 with the team of the voyage.

But this is just the beginning, maybe for Prince Yu, Liu Zhicheng is just an insignificant ant, but for the people below, Liu Zhicheng is a channel for them to curry favor with King Yuqing.

Zuo Qingcang knows too well that this kind of politics is overturned, maybe Prince Yu doesn't want to pursue Liu Zhicheng at all, but as long as he doesn't make a clear statement, then that kind of silent attitude alone is enough to make countless people under his hands like piranhas, in order to get in touch with Prince Yu's family, in order to please Prince Yu, or for fear of offending Prince Yu, and make all kinds of oppression on Liu Zhicheng.

It can be said that Prince Yu doesn't need to say a word, Liu Zhicheng has never been able to come out in the Great Qi Dynasty. All his superiors, his colleagues, and his subordinates will collectively exclude him as if they had a tacit understanding.

Liu Zhicheng's next memory quickly confirmed Zuo Qingcang's judgment. On the way to the new big 6, he was not only squeezed out in various ways. Attacks even began on him.

Carefully recalling the persecution of Liu Zhicheng along the way, Zuo Qingcang frowned slightly, according to his thoughts, Prince Yu should not order the people below to do this kind of thing. will let people kill themselves on the boat to the new big 6, and it is more likely that the youngest son of Prince Yu, Cao Sheng, is the idea.

According to Liu Zhicheng's memory, although he was defeated by Cao Sheng in one move, he made one disrespectful remark after another. It may be a matter of scolding. He deeply knows that no matter what world history is, there is no shortage of such strong backgrounds, but they will repay princes and grandchildren.

However, for Zuo Qingcang, now is not the time to think about the reason, not to think about why he came back to this Great Qi Dynasty, and why he became a person named Liu Zhicheng. It's not the time to complain that Liu Zhicheng left him such a mess.

The most important thing now is to survive. The lower half of his body has completely lost sensation, and the longer the other party administers the drug, the more severe the effect.

Then at this time, the other party may rush in at any time. And he was half paralyzed, with no long hands, and he was already a lamb to the slaughter.

According to Liu Zhicheng's memory, this should be a medicinal powder called Haohan Pour, which was used to imprison martial arts masters in the army, and the antidote should be in the hands of the other party.

Zuo Qingcang frowned, looked up again to observe the surrounding scene, first looked at the candle lamp, and after more than ten seconds, he saw Zuo Qingcang loosen his bun, and a long hair fell directly on his shoulder.

Then he began to pull out his head, one after another, thirty or forty centimeters long, he pulled it off one by one, and then tied it back and forth, connecting it into a filament more than two meters long.

He moved his body with both hands, tying one end of the filament to the base of the candle lamp and the other end to his little finger.

The dim lighting, coupled with the delicate filaments, makes it impossible to see these arrangements if you don't pay attention.

Then Zuo Qingcang opened the cover of the boat and saw the wooden bedboard. As he had imagined, the ship was very old, and the bed slats on the ship were not only full of mold, but also noticeably broken and loose in several places.

The squeaky sound before was the bed board under Zuo Qingcang's body.

So he directly deducted a thumb-thick, palm-length wooden spike from the crack in the bed board, like a dagger, and hid the wooden thorn behind his back.

It was the only weapon he could find in the room. Then he closed his eyes and leaned back on the bed, motionless, as if he were asleep.

After about five minutes, the door of the room was opened, and a pair of footsteps came to Zuo Qingcang's ears.

Listening to the sound of footsteps in his ears, Zuo Qingcang still closed his eyes and silently judged: "Alone...... The steps are light. ’

The other party walked about a meter in front of Zuo Qingcang, and then stopped.

Silence fell in the room, and the other party seemed to be a little surprised by Zuo Qingcang's calmness and silence in Liu Zhicheng. I finally couldn't help but speak. It was the voice of a middle-aged man, and as soon as he said the word 'Liu', Zuo Qingcang moved.

What he was waiting for was the moment of the other party, the fingers tied to his head pulled violently, and the candle fell to the ground in an instant, and the candlelight was extinguished in mid-air.

The whole room turned into pitch black, and the instantaneous change of light and darkness made it impossible for visitors to see anything at this moment.

However, Zuo Qingcang's eyes, which had been closed, opened at this moment, not only could his eyes adapt to the darkness faster than the other party, but his other hand grabbed the wooden thorn and stabbed it in the direction where the other party's voice came from before he opened his eyes.

When Zuo Qingcang noticed that the other party was only one person, he had already decided to make a move. In less than a second after the candle was extinguished, the spikes of the wooden block had already penetrated deep into the base of the opponent's thigh.

"Ahh The other party fell down with a painful cry, and Zuo Qingcang had already calmly pulled out the wooden thorn and then stabbed towards the other thigh.

With a thud, the wooden block was about six or seven centimeters deep into the opponent's thigh muscles.

The other party knelt on the ground, Zuo Qingcang grabbed the other party's throat and squeezed it hard, making the other party gurgle.

In the darkness, the other party's eyes couldn't see anything, but Zuo Qingcang could barely see the silhouette of the other party, a tall and thin man.

His outstretched left hand let his fingers reach into the wound on the other party's thigh, and the two kept rolling in the other party's flesh, and the man's whole body immediately struggled violently, but Zuo Qingcang's two fingers were placed in his wound, so that he didn't dare to struggle vigorously at all, because every time he struggled, it was a heart-rending pain.

A devil-like voice came from Zuo Qingcang's mouth into the man's ears.

"If I touch my fingers, I will be able to tear open the blood vessels in your thighs, and no one will be able to save you then."

"If you don't want to die, just tell me where the antidote is?"

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