A few people continued to wait by the wall and listen to the people in the room.

But Gan Shouyuan didn't say anything substantial, just coaxed and coaxed his sister, and after Gan Yiwen went out of the room, there was no sound in his house.

Yanchang was a little anxious, it was impossible for them to stay overnight in the house, just by this room it took a lot of time, at this rate, how could the rest of the house be searched.

But Wu Zhenming was like a sculpture, his eyes were only staring at the inside of the house, not moving, and Yanchang could only obey.

After observing for a long time, Yanchang really saw some clues.

If there is a master in the house, then there must be two or three people around him to serve, adding water and grinding ink, boiling tea and making candles, all of which need manpower. But they had been waiting for a long time, but they did not see a single figure reflected in the window.

What Yanchang could see, Wu Zhenming also knew it, he left one person to lure away the guards, and he took Yanchang into the house to investigate.

Sure enough, although there was a candle burning in the house, it was empty, not to mention the master, not even the attendants and maids who watched the house.

Wu Zhenming searched for the mechanism in the house, and Yan Chang assisted on the side. The interior of the whole room is square, and you can see the bottom at a glance. There is neither a screen partition nor a partition curtain, and the blue bricks in the house are flat and smooth, and are cushioned by plain soil and gray soil, and the line is steady and stable on it.

Compared with some voices outside the house, the house is too quiet, and in the huge room, there is only the slight sound of Wu Zhenming turning things.

Yanchang broke into someone's house for the first time, and it was false to say that he was not nervous.

Although they had just entered the house, they had wrapped the soles of their shoes in cloth to prevent footprints, but he could not help but look at his feet, for fear that he would leave some marks.

At this glance, it can be seen that something is wrong.

After two layers of soil tamping, the upper seam, shovel joint, grinding, polishing, the process is complex and rigorous, and there is no room for omission.

But the incense near the bookshelf and the floor tile are a little strange. At first glance, it looks like it fits perfectly with the surroundings, but on closer inspection, there is a lack of surrounding ground cracks.

Yanchang lightly moved away the incense table, leaned down and knocked on the masonry, and the sound was a little hollow.

Wu Zhenming noticed his movements, and the two of them lifted the masonry together, revealing a secret passage under the plaster.

Wu Zhenming did not hesitate, leaned down directly, and instructed Yanchang to build the floor tiles. When Yanchang also entered the secret passage, he had already taken out the fire fold, lit the lantern, and looked around by the firelight.

"The secret passage has not been dug for a long time, and the steps are all freshly built."

Yanchang wanted to nod, but as soon as his head flickered, the sweat on his forehead fell, and he hurriedly raised his sleeve to wipe it. Although it was summer on the ground, the temperature was low underground, and the cool breeze with the smell of corruption swept in, which was stirring his sweaty face, making people feel uncomfortable.

If this was an ordinary realm, Yanchang might still be able to enjoy the coolness for a moment from the bottom of his heart, but at the moment, he only felt cold, and the hot sweat turned into a frightened cold sweat.

Wu Zhenming didn't wait long, as soon as Yanchang stood firm, he turned around and marched deeper with the walking lantern.

The deeper he went, the more Yan Chang could smell a lingering faint smell of blood, and although he could tolerate it, he still didn't like this strange smell similar to the smell of rust. Smelling this smell, he always felt that Yang Zhaoquan's situation was not good.

The two of them passed through cell-like cubicles, and in the light of the fire, rows of shadows cast on the ground by the newly made iron railings, and the darkness almost engulfed the entire space. Although there are many compartments, there is no sign of human existence.

Just passing by these compartments, Yanchang will take a closer look, but as he passes by, he doesn't look so carefully.

The light from the running lights is not as bright as it is in the cells. These cells are narrow, but they are dug deep and long, and if one were to huddle in the innermost corner, let alone a walking lamp, it would be difficult to find even with a torch.

He glanced at the nearest room, and was about to walk forward, when suddenly a hand reached out in the darkness and tried to pull his ankle, but it didn't reach.

The hand was so dirty that it melted into the darkness, and the nail cover of the little finger was gone, replaced by a blur of flesh and blood, and a thin blood scab on the top, black, as if it was about to rot and drain pus.

Yan Chang stopped abruptly and saw the hand squeezing out of the gap, he subconsciously wanted to retreat, but when he recognized the owner of the hand, he stopped.

"Yanji?"

Yanji's fingers are young and slender, with distinct bones, but these are all blurred, and even the middle finger is still somewhat deformedly curved, but the pale red birthmark under the dirt reveals the identity of the owner.

"Is it Yanji?"

Yanchang approached with the fire fold, and the light reflected on the young man's face, revealing a bleak face.

"Brother Yanchang?"

Yanji slammed onto the railing to grab Yanchang's hand, but seeing the unfamiliar face behind him, Yanji took two steps back.

The young man in front of him was frightened like a rabbit that had been hit by an arrow. Wu Zhenming saw him and Yanchang recognize each other, and he had learned his identity, so he no longer wasted time greeting and pretentious, and went straight to the point.

"I am Wu Zhenming, I used to be the personal guard of His Royal Highness King Wei, and now I am here to save His Highness, where is he now?"

Yanji looked at Yanchang with a blank eye, he has been tortured a lot in the past few days, it is difficult to trust the person he just met, although he knows that the matter is urgent, and he can't tolerate mud and water, but he has to wait for Yanchang to nod.

Yanchang looked at him like this, and deeply regretted that he let him go with him to ask for help at that time.

I thought that they were not far from Yuxing and would be able to arrive soon, but who knew that they would kill them halfway and rob them to this kind of realm.

"Lang Jun was just transferred here the day before yesterday, I don't know where it is, but I passed by here when I carried people, and I saw it."

Wu Zhenming didn't intend to get any definite news from him, but while Yanji was speaking, he pulled out the wire from his arms and shook the lock on his door. As a few "clucks" fell, the iron door opened.

Wu Zhenming closed the door in vain, stopped Yanji from coming out, and stuffed a wooden sign into his hand.

"You wait here, we have rescued people, we will take you with us, if we are also unfortunate to fall in, you will take advantage of the chaos to escape, do not care about the behind. Holding the token, someone outside the house answered. ”

"What about Yanfu?"

Yanchang searched several cells next to him, but he didn't see any shadow of Yanfu, but shocked many detainees. The prisoner was a little agitated and made a lot of noise.

"Brother Yanfu is under their noses, as if he knows something, and he has been beaten all over his body to the point that there are few good bones..."

Although Yanji is not very old, he usually prides himself on being a man, and he is by no means a person who cries when he cries, but these words have a choked voice, and the stimulation is too great, but his eyes are dry, and he can't shed a single tear.

Wu Zhenming was afraid of attracting people, and he was scared by Yanji's last few words, so he didn't give Yanchang more opportunities to ask questions, so he grabbed him and went inside.

Although Yanfu was only sent by the Holy Lord to guide the way, and he knew very little about the plan as a whole, he did know the hiding places of several Liangzhou, and if he confessed them all, it would allow Lao Xiangguo to seize the opportunity, which would be unfavorable to the next plan.

Time was pressing, and Yanchang only had time to look back at Yanji before being dragged forward.

When the two of them came to a bend, the narrow passage suddenly became wide, and a bright area appeared in the originally dark corridor.

There were no bloody torture instruments as expected, no ground covered with blood and dirt, only a well-made high chair, in which the man sat facing the corridor with pale faces.

That person was Yang Zhaoquan.