From the Valley of the Wicked to the Town of Demons

In the prison of the Ministry of Criminal Justice, Cui Hong closed his eyes and meditated.

Sealing the magic nail into his body, all his abilities will be useless, but meditation can make him calm down and think about countermeasures.

Regarding his case, the Ministry of Criminal Justice intends to make it an iron case. He doesn't know where he offended the Ministry of Criminal Justice, but everything is clear now.

The Ministry of Punishment tortured him, which showed their attitude, otherwise, with his status as the Yinwei of the Demon Suppressing Division, the Ministry of Punishment would definitely not have left so many scars on him.

Although Cui Hong is a martial artist, he is not a fool. It is useless to shout and curse. It is better to save some energy and wait for a miracle to appear.

It is impossible for Zhenyao Si to ignore it. Even if this case alarmed the emperor, based on his understanding of Si Li, Li Dang and Kui Dang would not sit idly by, and would definitely find a way to avenge him.

"That bloody bitch."

Cui Hong frowned. The key to the case was that Qiuyue. She actually framed herself. Without her, this case would never have been a solid case. He never thought that one day he would be betrayed by the person next to him.

But Cui Hong couldn't understand why Qiuyue betrayed him. She was his concubine, not to mention rich clothes and good food, but she also had food and clothing. It was much better than sitting in a brothel and waiting for someone to grow old.

Creaking, the outer cell door opened, and two people entered inside under the guidance of the cell leader. Cui Hong opened his eyes, and couldn't help feeling angry. Isn't the leader Qiuyue.

At this time, Qiuyue was wearing a black cloth dress, and the veil on her head was lifted, revealing the face that Cui Hong was so infatuated with.

But now, when Cui Hong saw this face, he wanted to tear it up and step on it again.

"You bitch, you still have the face to come here."

Cui Hong rushed forward and stretched out his hands from the iron prison, but he couldn't reach Qiuyue, and the distance between the two was more than ten feet.

"Go back, and still think you are the silver guard of the demon town? Playing awe-inspiring here."

The prison chief stabbed Cui Hong's lower abdomen with a stick, and beat him until he knelt on the ground, coughing continuously.

"I'm sorry for your trouble. This is a little money for wine. It's my daughter's wish. I hope the prison boss will not dislike you."

Qiuyue took out two taels of silver from her sleeve and put it into the hands of the prison chief.

"Hehe, you're being polite, girl, then I won't disturb your husband and wife's conversation."

The cell boss stuffed the money into his waist, and walked out with a charming smile on his face.

"Cough cough, bitch, cough cough, you... bitch..."

Cui Hong was stabbed badly. As a sixth-rank martial artist, his muscles, bones and skin are as hard as iron, so he is not afraid of the prisoner's stick at all.

However, the current Cui Hong was nailed into his body by the demon seal, his muscles, bones and skin lost his body's true energy, and he was tortured again, so he was already no different from an ordinary person.

"Husband, you and I are a husband and wife, why are you so impulsive, you don't want to talk to me after being separated for a few days?"

Qiuyue put down the food box in her hand, opened the lid, and immediately a scent of wine wafted out.

Two delicious side dishes, paired with a jug of good wine, look quite appetizing.

Qiuyue put the food and wine into Cui Hong's iron prison, and then took a few steps back, as if she was still the gentle and courteous lady in the small courtyard.

"Go away, I won't eat your food."

Cui Hong rushed forward and kicked over the food and wine, but Qiuyue just smiled and shook her head without any complaints.

"Husband, why do you do this? This case is an iron case, and you are about to hit the road. Why don't you be a full-fledged ghost and earn a lot of money."

There was a charm in Qiuyue's eyebrows, and she was still gentle and moving, but combined with the current situation, there was a hint of coldness.

"Hmph, let me ask you, why did you frame me? I redeemed you from the brothel, married you into the mansion, fed you, clothed you, provided you with a servant girl, for you..."

Before Cui Hong finished speaking, Qiuyue burst out laughing.

"Haha, hahaha, it's really funny, it's so funny, my husband, you almost burst my stomach with laughter."

Qiuyue's laughter stopped, she suddenly looked at Cui Hong, her expression became ferocious.

"You are kind to me, I know this, I have been with you all these years, and I will pay it back, but what about you?

Have you ever thought about raising eyebrows with me?Have you ever thought about the loneliness of me staying alone in an empty room for several months?You married me back, but I can't live in Cui's mansion, you just locked me in a courtyard as a collection.

Maybe you don't think there's anything wrong with it, but what about me?I'm like a plaything you can't see, you can play with it in your hand, or you can throw it in the corner and leave it alone.

Over the years, how many girls have you slept with? You even became lustful when you met that stinky girl Xiaocui. It probably won't take a few years. When I look a little bit dim, I'm afraid I won't be able to stay in that small courtyard anymore. "

Qiuyue talked like a cannonball, vomiting out the depression of the past few years.

Cui Hong is speechless, he really dislikes Qiuyue, he is lustful and a prodigal son, he misses Yingying and Yanyan among the flowers, how can he be hung by a dead tree that is getting old.

"Let me ask you, who ordered you?"

Cui Hong didn't want to mention the grievances with Qiuyue again, so he changed the subject and asked in a low voice.

Qiuyue didn't answer, but looked to the side, a man who was also wearing black cloth, but with his head down.

"Who are you? Why do you want to kill me?"

Cui Hong knew that the man in black seemed to be the one behind the scenes, so he turned his head to look.

"A result is needed, so you are going to die."

The man didn't look at Cui Hong, still lowered his head, but spoke.

"The result? It refers to the result of assassinating Hubu Shangshu? Why did you come to me? You know, I am the silver guard of the Zhenyao Division, the captain of the Great Wei Dynasty, and the Zhenyaosi will not sit idly by."

Cui Hong knew that this was an opportunity, hoping to make the man in black quit.

"Suppressing the demon, I can't save you."

The man in black was unmoved, his voice was extremely cold.

"What are you going to do?"

Cui Hong was full of anger, he suffered an injustice, and the other party obviously set up a dead end, letting himself be the wronged ghost who took the blame.

But why?Why yourself.

"Your death has come, there is no need to say more."

The man finally raised his head, but his eyes were blood red, and even lost his pupils, making him look extremely strange.

"You, you are..."

Cui Hong suddenly thought of something, but he wanted to shout, but found that no sound came out of his throat.

The atmosphere started to become weird, his body didn't obey commands at all, and he couldn't even move his fingers.

"Damn it, damn it, the magic nail."

Cui Hong instinctively wanted to circulate his zhenqi to resist, but when the magic sealing nail entered his body, his zhenqi could not be circulated at all.

"When we're gone, you'll be on your way."

The man in black took out a bamboo thorn, which was very small, and threw it into the prison.

After speaking, the man in black turned his head and left. Qiuyue looked at Cui Hong, and immediately followed him, without a trace of nostalgia.

The two left, and the prison returned to calm again. Cui Hong stooped down dully, picked up the bamboo thorn, then returned to the original place, and continued to meditate.

At this moment, the prison chief came in, looked at Cui Hong, and then at the food and drinks scattered on the ground, and there seemed to be nothing unusual.

"Hmph, you are quite lucky, unfortunately, you are a short-lived ghost, but that little beauty is a bit pitiful."

The cell boss looked at Cui Hong and curled his lips, then closed the iron door again and left quietly.

On the second day, news came from the Ministry of Criminal Justice that Cui Hong committed suicide by cutting his wrist with a bamboo thorn in the prison of the Ministry of Criminal Justice.

When the news came, the demon town was shocked.