About an hour later, he heard the sound of "dang chang", which seemed to be the sound of iron hitting the stone wall—the scholar hurriedly approached, groped on the ground for a long time, and finally found a bunch of keys.

The scholar was overjoyed.

And no matter how he got it, he immediately glanced at Wang Hong and quietly opened the lock of the iron fence.

The two of them tiptoed to the end of the cloister. After three or five empty stone rooms, I saw that the faintly bright oil lamp was clearly extinguished. The torture instruments and torture racks on the wall were stained with blood, and people were panicked when they saw it. But some people are talking and laughing, and when it comes to it, it's just a topic of wine, meat, and beauty.

The shadow of the lamp flickered, and the scholar determined by the shadow of the lamp and the sound of his voice: There are only three guards. Turning back to Wang Hong and snickering slightly, Wang Hong had understood his proposition and nodded to show tacit understanding.

The three guards laughed, drank wine, ate meat, and found no threat there. The light skill of flying feathers is enough to regulate breathing and condensing qi, which makes people unaware.

"Where did Boss Lin go, how did he get rid of his hands and not come back for a long time?"

"Who knows, I've fallen into a thatched house!"

"I saw that I met a woman on the road and hooked his soul away!"

"Ha, maybe, I'm really going to see Yan Hong!

"Whatever, let's drink ours, don't leave it for him!"

Just as the guards were discussing energetically, a cold light suddenly flashed, like a river overturning the sea. The guards hurriedly stretched out their swords and drew their swords, but their waists were already empty! Only then did they find that the two swords were in the hands of the scholar and Wang Hong, respectively. As soon as the third guard pulled out his sword, he was already hit by Wang Hong's sword light on the wrist. When there was a loud bang, the sword fell to the ground.

"Come ......" before he could shout, immediately, the sword light flashed, and the three of them were silent, and in the blood, the three figures were brushed together.

The scholar was a little stunned when he saw the blood, and Wang Hong smiled again: "Although you can't die, you have to hurry, otherwise it will be you and me who will die." ”

On the shelves were the scholar's iron fan and Wang Hong's long sword.

"It's still your own weapon. The scholar swept the iron fan in his hand and waved it affectionately.

After taking the weapon and unlocking it, the heavy iron door opened.

Wang Hong's steps were deeply hesitant, as if he was frightened by something.

The scholar leaned over to look, and sure enough, on the stone steps next to the iron gate, sat a stout man—the same guy who had captured them here the day before yesterday, and who had coveted Yan Hong. At this moment, he was hanging his head, quietly dozing, his hand still on the scabbard, ready for battle.

The scholar was angry when he saw this guy with a meaty face, and was about to kill with a sword, but Wang Hong stopped in front of him and said: "Dead, a sword pierces through the heart, it is very fierce swordsmanship." Only then did the scholar see the faint blood stains in the shadows under this person.

"This ruffian—" Wang Hong grumbled softly and continued to walk forward. About Xie Junhe is used to killing people, and those who stand in the way don't want to live, this has become an iron law. It's just that this death was too easy, and the scholar suddenly felt uncomfortable.

When you go out, there is a deep alleyway, which is like a maze of twists and turns. A thick bloody breath filled the air, and from time to time there were a few whips and a few wails. One iron gate after another, Sen Senran cut off all contact between the death row inmates and the outside world, locking the fresh life in the space where there is no daylight. I didn't look, I didn't listen, I just went straight through this stone prison, and I didn't want to have anything to do with this solemn air.

As luck would have it, they brushed shoulders with the Inspector several times, but were not discovered.