Luo Qianhuai originally wanted to discuss with Wei Cang and the others again, including but not limited to the topographical map of the Tingwei Mansion, the route of the Southern Army's defense patrol, the weakly defended area, the entrance to the dungeon, the personnel who responded inside, and so on.

Wei Ying and Wei Cang were indeed prepared for this, and before Luo Qianhuai came out of the dressing, they had already taken out the drawn map and put it on the desk, waiting to explain it to her in detail.

Unexpectedly, after Luo Qianhuai smiled indifferently, he suddenly stepped out of the house, his body jumped high like a harrier eagle, and soon disappeared into the night sky northwest of Yaoxing Tower.

The spring is cold, especially cold at night, Rao is Luo Qianhuai has added a layer of jacket to the night clothes, and he is still shivering from the cold.

But the feeling of gliding through the air is not bad. After many systematic exercises, she has become somewhat accustomed to this, and she doesn't know how to practice the system's body method, which seems to overcome gravity to a certain extent, making her feel a sense of unrestrained freedom.

However, when Luo Qianhuai saw the Tingwei Mansion surrounded by countless soldiers from afar, and the gongs and secret sentinels were densely distributed, Fang Cai's idea of leisure and ambition was completely gone.

"System, we're not going to break in in front of so many people, right?"

The system didn't answer, and confirmed with her actions that she was worrying about nothing.

The Tingwei Mansion covers an area of about 100 acres, with a depth of 350 meters and a width of 200 meters.

Except for the main portal, there are sergeants standing every two meters in other positions, and with patrols interspersed at all times, it is already invulnerable.

But the system is not normal. It silently sneaked into the dark alley opposite the northwest corner of the Tingwei Mansion, and squatted silently for a while, and then saw a small leader who was dressed differently from an ordinary sergeant, and hurriedly entered the alley alone.

He seemed to be in a hurry, and as soon as he entered the alley, he unbuckled his trousers against the wall. The system swam behind him like a ghost, and with a gentle stroke, the man froze in place.

After a while, Luo Qianhuai, who had changed into a skin, walked towards the few sergeants standing by the wall.

Although the clouds and moon were overcast tonight, torches were lit every five meters outside the wall, enough to illuminate those who approached clearly.

The first thing that caught the sergeant's eye was naturally Luo Qianhuai's new outfit. The tun commander is not a big man, and he can only lead fifty soldiers under his command, but for his subordinates, he is also a leader, so at the beginning, no one suspected anything.

It's just that when Luo Qianhuai got closer and closer, the two sergeants facing her noticed something unusual. Although this person's face is still unclear, his body is a little shorter than his own tun chief.

But this alone does not explain anything, and it is difficult to say that the person who came is another tun chief.

You must know that tonight, the southern army temporarily mobilized a total of four five hundred people, and there were as many as forty tun chiefs alone, and there were not a few of them who were short, such as Lin Tun chief, who was in charge of this wall with them, was about the same height as the previous one, but his body seemed to be more burly.

It wasn't until Luo Qianhuai walked within twenty steps, most of his head exposed in the light of the torches, that the two sergeants noticed the problem.

The face under the iron shackle was not any of the faces they were familiar with, but a dull mask!

Now, even the person who reacts slowly knows that most of this person is not good.

The system did not give them a chance to speak, and with a flick of their fingers, several stones pinched in their hands instantly ignited and hit all witnesses.

There seemed to be a mysterious energy in the stones, and all the sergeants who had been recruited stood motionless, looking no different from before, so they did not alert the others.

Before the next wave of patrols arrived, the system had already entered the inner courtyard of the Tingwei Mansion.

In the inner courtyard, there are also three steps, one post, five steps and one sentry, and there is almost no gap between the sergeants patrolling back and forth, but that is for ordinary people.

After three turns of the system, he easily avoided all the sentry posts and came to the entrance of the dungeon.

Strange to say, the other sides of the Tingwei Mansion are full of people, but the most critical entrance to the dungeon is not even half a figure.

Luo Qianhuai had a loud alarm bell in his heart: "The system is careful and deceitful, don't go in directly so arrogantly."

Before she finished speaking, the system had already taken an indomitable step and entered the dungeon fearlessly.

There was no one to guard the upper floor, and Luo Qianhuai walked down the stairs. On the blue-black and slippery stone wall, a bronze oil lamp flickered every dozen steps, sprinkling a dim halo.

The stairs under his feet were quite steep, and there was a sticky and slippery feeling when he stepped on it, which made Luo Qianhuai instinctively feel disgusted.

There were people at the bottom of the stairs. Several jailers were sitting or leaning on their backs, sleeping soundly. On the table next to him, there were several empty wine jars, and there were still a few slices of boiled white meat and a few peanuts left on the plate.

On the walls hung chains, torture instruments, and strings of brass keys.

The system ignored the man and did not take the key, and headed straight for the depths of the dungeon.

The dungeon of the Tingwei's Mansion is full of prisoners who have committed crimes but have not yet been convicted, and the number is not small, so the place is very large, and it is built like a labyrinth.

I don't know how many turns it took before the system stood still in front of a wooden fence and reached out to break the lock hanging on the door.

Luo Qianhuai wanted to blame the system, but he didn't have to waste energy by putting the key.

But the pungent smell of blood crept into her nose at this point, causing her to cast her eyes on the motionless human figure on the haystack.

The oil lamps on the walls of the dungeon were far away, and the cells were dim and difficult to see. But Luo Qianhuai was using the soul perspective at the moment, and he had already seen the person's situation clearly.

The last time he parted, he was clearly an elegant and calm son, but now he has become miserable.

The once smooth black hair had long since been congealed into locks of blood and sweat, mixed with the withered yellow straw stalks, and half covered with bloodstained faces.

The thin lips, which had always been tightly pursed, were covered with red and purple tooth marks, and the corners of the lips were covered with dried blood stains. Even when he was unconscious, the center of his eyebrows was still extremely tightly locked, and a red mark was almost formed in the middle.

From the neck down, it is shocking. The linen prison clothes of primary color had long been soaked in blood, and they hung in strands on his body, revealing one of the deep whip marks that tore through his skin.

The whip marks were so dense all over the body that at first glance it was impossible to count how many lashes he had received, and it was hard to imagine how painful it would have been when he was tortured.