Since ancient times, Chang'an has been raining in the west, and autumn has just arrived, and heavy rain has followed one after another.

That night, it rained heavily again in Chang'an City. Mo Zhifeng dragged his slightly tired body back to the room and lay down, he hadn't closed his eyes for two days and one night.

"Tomorrow I will prepare a carriage and horses, and I will go to the prison. Mo Zhifeng turned his head and said to the attendant outside the door.

"Yes. ”

The squire nodded, closed the door and left.

Mo Zhifeng closed his eyes and listened to the sound of rain outside the house, but he didn't feel sleepy......

The next morning, the rain was still falling, and there was a faint chill in the air.

Xu Changfeng got up to change clothes, he opened the door, at this time the sky had just dawned, the sky was full of black clouds, and it seemed that the entire Chang'an City was in a gloomy world.

According to Su Yongqiu's request, he was going to the Sword Academy for morning classes from today, which was also Xu Changfeng's first day of school, and he didn't want to be late, so he got up earlier than usual and began to chop firewood and make fire, wash rice and cook porridge.

Mr. Qin once told Xu Changfeng that he had an uncle and an uncle. That uncle was also in Chang'an, but he was forced to avoid the sight of the Prison Division, so Mr. Qin never went to see him.

As for the uncle, Mr. Qin didn't say a word, and now Xu Changfeng doesn't even know his name.

After breakfast, Xu Changfeng opened an oil umbrella and was about to go out.

At this moment another carriage came and stopped smoothly at the door of his room. Seeing this carriage, Xu Changfeng frowned. Although the carriage is not as gorgeous as yesterday's Dingjiang Palace, it is a little more solemn.

Even the coachman holding the reins is also dressed in armor, the horses are sturdy, and the eyes are bright, who in the entire Chang'an City does not recognize this carriage?

The car door opened, and Mo Hufeng walked out of the car with an oil umbrella.

"Xu Changfeng has seen Mo Jiansi. Xu Changfeng hurriedly said respectfully.

"No need to be polite. Mo Zhifeng said softly, "You don't have to go to the Qingzhu Sword Academy for morning class today, the Heavenly Supervision Division has already asked for leave for you." ”

Listening to Mo Zhifeng's words, Xu Changfeng's heart trembled slightly.

It's not that I am surprised that the Heavenly Supervisor will know that he has entered the Qingzhu Sword Academy, it is still raining early in the morning, don't stop the wind and come uninvited, can there be a good thing?

"Get in the car, come with me, and when the business is done, I'll send someone to send you back." ”

Mo Zhifeng's eyes stared at Xu Changfeng's face, he couldn't understand whether this sixteen-year-old boy really had something hidden in his heart.

Xu Changfeng nodded slightly in panic, and followed Mo Zhifeng into the carriage.

In the carriage, Xu Changfeng kept his head down, glancing out the window from time to time, but he never looked directly at Mo Zhifeng.

"Mo Jian Si, we are going to ......"

Xu Changfeng asked cautiously.

"Don't be nervous, I'll take you somewhere to see. ”

Mo Zhifeng watched Xu Changfeng's every move, this young man, in the end, is too real, so real that there is no need to spend his energy on him.

But Mo Zhifeng still had suspicions in his heart, and his experience over the years told him that Xu Changfeng should have a problem. Yes, in fact, even Mo Zhufeng is not sure if he can dig out any clues on Xu Changfeng.

The wheels stopped, and the overseer opened the door, revealing a fortress. Chang'an is known as the strongest place, the prison!

Xu Changfeng was not surprised in his heart, the things that could be investigated should have been clarified. And now that Mo Zhifeng is still coming to him, where can he go in this small Chang'an City?

At this time, there were three times more guards in the heavenly prison than usual, and not only that, but their aura also became stronger.

Obviously, after Zhao Xinji escaped from prison, the imperial court increased its defense of the prison.

The heavy rain had already washed away the blood in front of the prison gate, but now that I stepped on the ground, I could still feel the chill of the forest.

"My subordinates have seen Mo Jian Si. ”

Mo Zhufeng and Xu Changfeng walked to the gate of the prison with umbrellas, and a guard said respectfully.

"Take him to prison. Mo Zhifeng said.

"Yes. ”

The guard nodded, and first took out a black cloth to blindfold Xu Changfeng, Xu Changfeng felt that his eyes were dark, and he subconsciously shivered. The guard then stuffed two balls of cotton into his ear and searched him carefully, before Mo stopped the wind and opened the floodgates.

The reason why no one has escaped from Chang'an Heavenly Prison for a hundred years is because whether you enter a human or a dog, you will become blind and deaf.

In the endless darkness, Xu Changfeng grabbed the guard's shoulders tightly with both hands, walked carefully, walked very awkwardly and slowly, and almost fell because he didn't react in time when he went down the steps a few times.

Mo Zhifeng looked at Xu Changfeng's embarrassed appearance at this time, and his heart was secretly a little unbearable. This is too cruel for a sixteen-year-old boy.

But the palace has already issued a death order, if he doesn't find out the reason, he won't stop the wind for the rest of his life, I'm afraid he will have to go to the frontier to retire. Mo Zhifeng is now also forced to jump over the wall, Mr. Qin left Chang'an, and now the only living person involved in this case is only Xu Changfeng.

The curtain on Xu Changfeng's eyes was finally removed, and he saw that his eyes were still closed, as if he hadn't noticed it yet. If you are afraid in the dark, close your eyes and not look at it. This is what Mr. Qin once said.

Time passed slowly in the quiet darkness of death, and Xu Changfeng could barely remember how long he had been in the prison. In the darkness and lack of light, people's consciousness will become blurred, and even if they rely on sensory memory, it is impossible to feel the correct route clearly.

It wasn't until the guards pulled out the cotton from Xu Changfeng's ears that he slowly opened his eyes, he kneaded his eyelids with both hands for a while, and his vision gradually recovered.

It was very quiet in the prison, so quiet that Xu Changfeng could almost only hear the sound of his own breathing. Let a person live in this dark place for many years, even if he is not driven crazy, it is estimated that he has faded from the appearance of this person.

At this point, at the end of a dark walkway, a stone gate was in front of them. Mo stopped the wind and pressed the mechanism, and the stone door opened.

He walked into the stone gate with small steps, and Xu Changfeng recognized this place at a glance.

This is the torture room in the prison, except for a seat and a stone bed, all that remains is iron chains and all kinds of torture tools, some of which Xu Changfeng has never even heard of. The most terrifying thing is that the torture instrument has left a thick blood stain!

Even though a long time had passed, the air in the torture chamber still filled the air with a pungent smell of blood.

"In order to get the truth out of the matter from the prisoners, sometimes it is often necessary to use some special means, and each of these torture instruments has served no less than a hundred prisoners. There are not a few who die among them. Mo Zhifeng explained in a low voice, "Of course, according to the criminal law, you can't be punished with this kind of punishment at this time. ”

Not all thieves can be imprisoned in the prison, and the prisoners who can enter this prison are either well-known Jiangyang thieves or important criminals who have violated the secrets of the imperial court. The reason why they have survived to this day is also because they have a few mouthfuls of ink hidden in their stomachs.

And the meaning of the existence of the prison is to think of a way to let them obediently spit out the treasure ink in their abdomen. If you confess honestly, you may be able to finish this experience happily.

Xu Changfeng's body trembled slightly, his face was dull, and he didn't say a word for a long time.

Mo Zhifeng thought he was scared, but he was not.

At this time, in Xu Changfeng's mind, he was fantasizing about the painful scene when Zhao Xinji was tortured here. I can't help but feel creepy, and my chest is like ice water poured instilled, and my heart is cold. That feeling made him can't help but retch.

"Let's go, this isn't where we're going. Seeing this, Mo Zhifeng hurriedly patted Xu Changfeng on the back and said in a low voice.

Xu Changfeng came back to his senses and exhaled deeply, now that Zhao Xinji is dead, what's the point of thinking about it again?

Behind the torture chamber was another stone door, which opened to reveal a cell sealed by a double iron cage.

In the cell lay a man, covered in scars, with his eyes closed and his face very pale. However, on his chest, he could see a slight rise and fall, as if he was in a deep sleep.

This person is none other than Zhao Xinji.

He ...... Not dead yet?"

Xu Changfeng saw this man for the first time, and his face subconsciously showed a touch of joy. He soon noticed, and his expression of joy immediately turned to horror.

This horror was not faked, but he was really uneasy in his heart.

If the scene just now was seen by Mo Zhifeng, he wouldn't want to get out of this prison today.