Qin Wei sat in the retreat hall, his eyes lowered.

After a long time, Li Ru walked into the retreat hall.

"Your Highness, the identity of the assassin has been found."

"Where did it come from?" Qin Wei asked.

"The remnant sword is gone, the assassin soul is gone, these two people are the famous killers on the secret list of the Bloody Clothes Building." Li Rudao.

Jing Wuying and Shadow Wuxian are both famous killers on the secret list of the Bloody Cloak Building, and the Zhenwu Division has all the information about the civil martial arts forces of the Imperial City Division, and it is naturally a piece of cake to check their identities.

Qin Wei crossed his hands on his chest, and his eyes flashed with a little coldness.

"They're here for the bounty?"

Li Ru said with a solemn expression: "It shouldn't be." ”

"In recent years, Jing Wuyin and Shadow have been active in the Yuezhou territory."

Qin Wei's eyes narrowed.

He understood what Li Ru meant.

Yuezhou is three thousand miles away from Kyoto, and if these two people had set off for Kyoto after receiving the reward on the secret list, they would never have arrived in Kyoto so quickly.

To put it simply, they were already on their way to Kyoto before the Dark List bounty mission was released.

It's not for the sake of the secret list reward, it's that they have already received the task assigned by others.

For a long-established killer like Jing Wuying, the way to take on the task is definitely not just the secret list of the Bloody Cloak Building.

So who gave them the task to come all the way to Kyoto to assassinate Qin Wei?

Did the person who gave them the task poison the person who came before them?

"Mr. Zhuge !"

"The lower official is here!" Zhuge is answering me.

"I'll leave this matter to you, and I will definitely find out the mastermind behind the scenes!" Qin Wei said in a deep voice.

A poison, an assassination, the person behind the scenes actually wanted him to die so much, Qin Wei was very curious about who this person was.

"The subordinate obeys!" Zhuge is answering me.

……

News of Qin Wei's assassination quickly spread throughout Kyoto, but most people or forces were not surprised.

After all, the reward for the secret list of the Bloody Cloak Building was hanging there, and it was only natural that Qin Wei would be assassinated.

Perhaps many people are already gloating, expecting Qin Wei to be killed by the assassins.

In the palace of King An.

Qin Changan was having dinner when he received the news that Qin Wei had been assassinated.

"Are you dead?"

He looked up and asked the guards who had come to report with a flat face.

"His Royal Highness the King of the County is all right, and he has also captured an assassin and brought him back to Zhenwuji." The guard knelt on the ground and replied.

"It's a pity!"

Qin Changan shook his head slightly and said.

For Qin Wei's nephew, Qin Changan's mood was very complicated.

In the past, Qin Wei was just a transparent person in the royal family, no one would pay attention to him, and Qin Changan naturally wouldn't care about him.

But now that Qin Wei is in control of the Zhenwu Division, seeing that the Zhenwu Division is getting stronger and stronger, Qin Changan can no longer ignore Qin Wei's existence.

Especially before, Qin Wei knew that behind the Incense Pavilion was King An's Mansion, but he still did something to the Incense Pavilion, which made him feel very dissatisfied with Qin Wei.

"What you were prepared for, how are you preparing?" Qin Changan asked.

"Back to the prince, everything is arranged!" The guard answered.

"Then let's get moving."

"He gave this king a great gift, and this king will return it no matter what."

Qin Changan said lightly.

"Whoa!"

Qin Changan waved his hand, and the guard bowed back in response.

……

Midnight.

Zhen Wuji is in prison.

The ground was damp and dirty, and the air was filled with the smell of rot and blood.

Zhuge was sitting in a cell with a peaceful face looking at a book.

Inside the cell was a cross-shaped shackle, and Jing Wuying was chained to the cross by piercing the pipa bone.

Jing Wuying woke up!

"I'm not dead!"

When he opened his eyes, the pain in his body made his heart tremble, and his originally groggy consciousness immediately became much more awake.

He raised his head to look at the people in front of him, and finally locked his eyes on Zhuge Zhengme, who was wearing a white robe.

"This is Zhenwuji?" He still had the heart to ask.

Zhuge Zheng put down the book, with a faint smile on his face, and said, "That's right, this is Zhenwu Division." ”

"Behind me are the prison guards of the Criminal Department."

The prison officer is in charge of prison proceedings, supervising prisoners, and is also responsible for torture.

And the prison guards in the Criminal Department are all masters of torture, and all kinds of torture are used with their hearts.

Jing Wuying looked at the prison guards, and his pale face turned extremely gray.

"If you want to kill, you can kill it!"

He lowered his head and said with gloomy eyes.

As an Assassin, this fate was something he had long predicted.

From the day he became an Assassin, he knew that sooner or later he would become a prisoner and be tortured.

"Don't you think it's a pity?" Zhuge Zheng asked me.

"What a pity?" Jing Wuying asked.

"When people live, everything is possible, you are already a nine-rank martial artist, and it is very likely that you will become innate in the future!"

"Now you are only in your sixties, even if you can't become a congenital, you can live for another twenty or thirty years, if you can become an innate martial artist, how can you live for nearly a hundred years!"

Zhuge Zheng said unhurriedly.

"People in the rivers and lakes will die sooner or later! The old man has lived happily for most of his life, and he has lived enough. Jing Wuying sneered.

He is a time-tested old man, and it is not a few words that can make him change his mind.

"It stands to reason that if you assassinate Your Highness, you should be cut by a thousand knives."

"But as long as you tell the mastermind behind the scenes, and join the Zhenwu Division, this official can help you intercede with His Highness and save your life."

Zhuge is my way.

"Impossible!" Jing Wuying said.

Zhuge Zheng stood up, "This official gave you three chances, just now you have already rejected the first time, and the remaining two will be left tomorrow morning and evening." ”

"Hopefully you'll be able to make an informed choice then."

With that, he turned around and said to the prisoners, "I'll leave the rest to you, don't let him die." ”

"Whoa!"

Several prison officials replied.

Zhuge Zheng nodded, and then walked out of the cell.

Several prisoners looked at Jing Wuying with bright eyes.

"We like hard bones the most!"

"A nine-rank martial artist doesn't know if he can resist our torture!"

"Senior, rest assured, we are very gentle, and we will definitely make you feel painful!"

Several grinned, their tones filled with unsettling madness.

Jing Wuying suddenly felt chills all over his body, but sweat flowed down his forehead,

The prison of the criminal department has an extremely murderous title in the rivers and lakes.

Good monk!

A name that sounds like a good one.

But in fact, this is a desperate existence.

Because the good monk will not let you die, but will only make you worse than dead.

Good monks don't kill!

"Let's start with hors d'oeuvres!"

"Peel!"

A pale-faced prison servant took out a sharp knife and shook it in front of Jing Wuying.

"I'm quick with a knife here, and it can pick off your skin little by little."

"Pick one piece at a time, and it's only the size of a finger."

"You old skin, how can you pick it hundreds of times!"

He tore open Jing Wuying's sleeve and said with a smile: "Don't move!" If you move it, the knife will bleed if it is accidentally pierced deeply. ”

"This skinning is my family heirloom, and three years ago, I picked up two hundred and thirty-eight pieces of skin from a prisoner, leaving not a drop of blood."

"Don't worry, this peeling doesn't hurt, but when I finish peeling, it really hurts when I sprinkle salt water!"

"When the time comes, you'll be able to experience what it means to be in pain."

Jing Wuying looked at the sharp knife, and his heart was terrified!

But he still didn't have the slightest intention of giving in, and several prison guards were not surprised, but with a hideous smile on their faces, they began to torture.

In the dead of night, the terrible screams echoed through the gloomy cells, like the wails of evil spirits.