As soon as the day dawned, the two sergeants guarding the gate of the capital prison saw Nong Miaosheng coming over with wine and a knife. When he got closer, they noticed that there was something wrapped in lotus leaves in his hand carrying the wine bag. However, the sergeants did not dare to ask more, and when they saw that he came silently, they hurried to open the door, and did not even dare to say a word to him.

"Where's the prisoner who was executed today!" they heard Mr. Nong ask coldly. The two sergeants were startled, as if they had seen a dead man suddenly speak, and they were taken aback. The two of them said sneeringly:

"In the dungeon!"

Nong Miaosheng stopped talking, walked up the stone steps with a blank expression, walked past them, and walked straight to the door of the dungeon between the two snow-crushed pines and cypresses.

When he walked past the two sergeants, the two sergeants involuntarily shuddered, as if it was not a human being who walked past them, but a life-seeking impermanence. They were thinking that when they returned to the barracks later, even at the risk of freezing to death, the two of them would have to take a shower and flush away the bad luck on their bodies, otherwise, they would not dare to guarantee when the catastrophe would come!

Coming to the dungeon door, Nong Miaosheng looked at the sturdy cell door composed of logs, and knocked on the wooden door with the handle of the immortal knife on his shoulder, and suddenly made a dull sound:

"Knock, knock, knock, knock!"

"Who!"

"Executioner!"

The door creaked open! But Nong Miaosheng did not see the person who opened the door, he knew that the cell leader who opened the door had hidden behind the door; so Nong Miaosheng asked coldly:

"Where is the condemned prisoner at three o'clock in the afternoon?"

"I'll take you!" said the man behind the door, but ran in front of him like a gust of wind. The head of the cell walked so fast that he couldn't catch it, and he went to the last cell door, and opened it with an unbelievable speed, and then he retreated to the farthest corner of the aisle, and said to Nong Miaosheng in a kind voice:

"It's inside!"

Nong Miaosheng walked in, and he slammed the cell door with his heel, and with great force, he made a bang! The cell head, who was leaning against the corner of the wall, was startled, and his foot was weak and almost hit the opposite wall.

Suddenly, he heard the door of the cell open, and his heart beat even harder, as if it was about to jump out of his chest. Suddenly, he suddenly heard the cold executioner inside, and asked in a voice similar to Hong Zhongye:

"Who flogged the prisoner?"

"Master Hu!" the other party replied in a hurry, and it was simply a rush to answer.

"Does he have that right?"

The cell boss did not dare to squeak.

"Next time, if you dare to torture my prisoner privately, I will cut your neck!"

When the other party heard this, he gasped, as if his sharp immortal knife had really cut his neck, and he also felt the pain of piercing his heart! At that moment, the head of the cell was covered with white sweat the size of beans, and his body trembled like a patient who was convulsing, but his mouth was desperately responding:

"Remember, remember!"

"You come in!" the cell boss heard Nong Miaosheng say coldly.

So, he hardened, beat his spirit, and walked in trembling.

"Untie him!"

The cell boss hurriedly took out the key from under the placket of his robe, and hung it in the waistband of his trousers, and was about to panic to open the shackles on Wu Shuang's body; at this time, Wu Shuang was in a coma, stuck to the torture instrument on the wall, with a blue nose and swollen face, and a blur of flesh and blood. However, when the hand of the cell boss touched the lock, the cell boss suddenly came to his senses! It occurred to him that only the prisoner had this power to pick the lock, and that the executioner had only the right to see the prisoner he was about to execute. Thinking of this, the cell boss stopped, and muttered:

"Sir, not very well!"

"Hmm!" said Mr. Nong, who shuddered at the sound of a long questioning voice from his nose, but the cell boss had to look at him with terrified eyes, but kept his hand on the key and refused to open it.

"Do you want to taste this knife now?" Nong Miaosheng said as he slowly lifted the Immortal Knife from his shoulder, but before his Immortal Knife could be raised in front of the other party, the cell head had already opened the five large locks locked on Wu Shuang's body, and its speed was indescribable.

Hearing a bang, Wu Shuang was about to fall down from the torture instrument on the wall, but was blocked by Nong Miaosheng's arm carrying wine, and he said to the cell boss:

"Lift him to the firewood!"

So, the cell boss had no choice but to do so in fear.

It was a dark place, Wu Shuang saw his father's gray face, like a beggar, he took Wu Shuang's hand and said:

"Shuang'er, you have to be strong, this world is full of hardships, you can only continue to fight against evil, and use your kindness and justice to influence more people, so that you can win the final victory, and only in this way can you rescue Lord Wang's father and son......" At this moment, Wu Shuang suddenly felt a coolness on his face, and when he opened his eyes, he found that he was still in prison, and the scene of meeting his father just now was just a dream of Nan Ke.

He felt a coolness on his face, it was neither rain nor snow, it was the wine that Nong Miaosheng sprinkled on his face. At that time, when he opened his eyes for the first time, he only saw Nong Miaosheng's face as serious as a stone, but fortunately, his eyes would still turn, otherwise Wu Shuang would have said:

"It's a stone sculpture!"

Nong Miaosheng looked at him, he looked up at Nong Miaosheng, his eyes were facing each other, and no one could figure out what kind of words these two people exchanged at the moment of staring! Neither of them said a word, not even a good morning to each other. Just like this, they looked at each other quietly for a while, and then Nong Miaosheng suddenly sat down, and he stuck the immortal knife beside him, as if telling Wu Shuang:

"Later, I'll cut off your head with this knife!"

However, no one knows whether Wu Shuang said such bold words in his heart at that time:

"It doesn't matter if you cut off your head, as long as the doctrine is really ......"

Nong Miaosheng had already opened the lotus leaf wrapping things, it was a fat goose that had just left the oven; it was steaming, the skin of the goose was burnt yellow, the goose meat was sweet, and there was a bag of good wine, this is something that the gods even drool! Wu Shuangcheng was a drunkard, not to mention such a fragrant roast goose, he did not hesitate, reached out and pulled a goose leg, and devoured it; because it was the fourth time since he was imprisoned that he had not eaten for a meal! He did not even drink a sip of water.

"Goose meat is poisonous!" Wu Shuang suddenly heard Nong Miaosheng say after taking a sip of wine.

He glanced at Nong Miaosheng and seemed to hesitate for a moment, and then his appetite was better and he ate more deliciously, as if to say:

"It's better than starving!"

In a few moments, a fat goose turned into a pile of bones, and a bag of good wine turned into a shriveled empty wine bag, and suddenly, Wu Shuang felt a faint pain in his stomach, so he had to stand up. This is because it stretches the stomach so that it doesn't swell and ache from the food you eat anxiously.

This is also the first time in Wu Shuang's history that he has eaten up!(To be continued.) )