When the man in black came out of the main hall, the sky was slightly bright, and the Qionglou Hall of the Prime Minister's Mansion was hazy but majestic in the light of morning and dusk, and he gently jumped into a corner of the palace.

After aiming at the direction, the man in black directly turned into a streamer, flashing on the top of the Qiong Tower of the Prime Minister's Mansion, and galloped all the way to the outside of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

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Going down from the entrance of the dungeon, it is not directly to the dungeon, but the bluestone steps that dive down step by step, the steps are very slow and long, the more you go down, the more humid it becomes, and below the dozen steps, some bluestones even grow moss.

Walking on the dark and damp steps, Ahma's brow furrowed unconsciously, he hadn't been here for a long time, and he didn't know that this place had become like this.

After all, since he became the prime minister, there are few things that he needs to do personally, and under normal circumstances, as long as he gives an order, the people under him can basically do everything properly.

Adjacent to the bluestone steps is a solid gate made of stainless steel, which can be regarded as a real dungeon.

There was a burly man with gray hair sitting at the door, the burly man had a plain appearance, and there was a lazy smell all over his body, but as his eyes opened and closed inadvertently, there was a faint hint of sharpness. At this moment, in his hand is playing with a stout brush, which is more than three times larger than a normal brush, like a stick.

"Xiangye!"

Seeing Ahma and the two coming down, the burly man seemed to be a little surprised, and quickly got up and greeted, and then raised his hand and gently pushed, and saw that the gate made of stainless steel, like a feather, was easily pushed open by him.

Ahmad walked up to him, bowed his head slightly, and without stopping, he walked directly past him and walked into the dungeon. The burly man seemed to have been accustomed to it, and when Ahmad and the others entered the dungeon, he was just about to close the door with his hands, but Ahmad suddenly turned around and asked, "Has anyone ever broken into here?"

As soon as he stopped, the leader of the guards leading the way in front of him also stopped and stood respectfully aside.

"Never!"

The burly man shook his head slightly, he also felt the series of turmoil that happened in the Xiangfu last night, but after all, his duty was to take care of the safety here, so he didn't go to observe. He only knew that the movement of Xiangfu last night was indeed very big, and now when he heard Xiangye's question, he knew that Xiangye was asking if there were any thieves who broke into the dungeon last night.

"That's good, you've been spending a lot of time lately, and it may not be too calm during this time. ”

Ahma's face was calm, and he turned to signal the leader of the guards, and then turned and walked deeper into the dungeon, it seemed that everything was as he expected, the assassin was powerful, but he did not find this place.

"Good!"

The burly man nodded in agreement, and his words were concise and clear. Then he gently pulled the stainless steel gate back, and resumed its previous laziness.

The dungeon of the Xiangfu is very spacious, but it is very special, it is not the layout of the cells on both sides of the ordinary yamen, but there is a cell on only one side, which is located on the right hand side.

At a glance, on the right-hand side is a whole row of cells, a total of nine from the outside to the inside, and each individual cell is particularly bright, the size of an ordinary house, and all kinds of torture instruments are also available, neatly displayed on a corner of the shelf, the environment is also okay, the only fly in the ointment is that it is too dark and damp.

On the left-hand side opposite the cell is a row of angular bluestone walls. On the walls are well-arranged, evenly spaced red candle lights, each cell corresponds to two candle flames, and a flickering candle flame burns the candlestick, leaving a thick layer of candle tears on the candlestick, and it is clear that no one has cleaned it here for a long time.

In this dark and damp underground prison, the eighteen candles serve as both lighting and heating and moisture.

However, the effect does not seem to be very great, and the eighteen candles are like a drop in the ocean in this huge prison, which can neither illuminate this dungeon nor dispel the damp air here.

If the whole dungeon is seen from the surface, there is only one gatekeeper at the door, the burly man at the door, who is guarded here, and there is no trace of the second person as far as the eye can see.

When the two men entered, they went straight to one of the innermost cells in the dungeon, and then stopped.

"Old friend, can you get used to living here?"

At the door of the cell, Ahma raised his eyes and looked inside the cell, although his hands and feet were chained by six thick iron chains, the man who was still lazily reclining on the haystack with his eyes closed and recuperated, opened his mouth and asked with a smile.

"I'm used to it. ”

The man's eyelids lifted slightly, glanced at the two men at the door of the cell, and laughed.

The man's long hair was scattered and draped over his shoulders, the stubble on his face was almost about to wrap his entire face in it, his chaotic eyes barely had a trace of figure, and the corners of his mouth faintly revealed a self-deprecating wry smile.

"Just get used to it!"

Ahmad also didn't care about the man's attitude, and continued to chuckle, "I thought you didn't want to stay in my prime minister's mansion!"

What he said was very skillful, it seemed that he was gossiping with the man in front of him, and it was extremely casual, but in fact it was a test to see if the man whose actions in the cell were locked in question were really in contact with the outside world through some unexpected method, that is to say, he wanted to put a set of things from the man to see if the person who broke into the prime minister's mansion last night had anything to do with him. But what he meant was to warn the men in the cell not to struggle uselessly, even if you didn't want to stay here, so what?

When he had finished speaking, he smiled and stared at the man in the cell, as if trying to get a hint of what he wanted from his expression or limbs.

However, after all, he was disappointed, the man did not change at all, and even this time he didn't even raise his eyelids, but said slowly: "Don't you want me to stay here?"

How could he not know what the old fox in front of him thought? But if he wanted to get something of value out of him? It was simply impossible, and he was no longer the upright and self-determined he was six years ago.

Ahma's eyes condensed slightly, but only for a moment, and then his trademark smile appeared on his face, "Actually, we just take what we need, as long as you say what I want, I will naturally give you back your freedom." ”

The smile is lovely, and people and animals are harmless.

However, the man obviously didn't think so, turned around directly, turned his back to him, stretched his hands and feet that were a little numb, and said calmly: "Go slowly!"

As the saying goes, once bitten by a snake for ten years afraid of the well rope, this behind him is not an ordinary snake, but a poisonous snake python that eats people and does not spit out bones, if you really believe him, I am afraid that I don't even know how to die.

Ahmada sighed softly, shook his head, stared at the man's back and was silent for a moment, and suddenly said in a deep voice: "By the way, I almost forgot to tell you that your son has come down from Lingtai Mountain and is alone." ”

The last few people were bitten by him very hard.

The man's back suddenly tensed, a sharp edge flashed in his chaotic eyes, and he didn't turn around, and said coldly: "Don't send it." ”

Ahmad smiled and turned to leave, and the leader of the guards hurriedly followed.

After they left, the man suddenly turned his head, stared at the entrance to the dungeon, his eyes were like knives, and muttered in a low voice, "If you dare to touch him, I will crush your bones and scatter ashes." ”

Quietly, his left hand, which was pressed on the ground, had unconsciously made three points up and down the hard bluestone slab, and a clear palm imprint was imprinted there.

However, all this, the two Ahma, who had left, did not know.