I made the villain right.

After Li Zhi received the news that Kyoto was to be sealed off, he made plans to return to Beijing.

He knew very well that once Kyoto was closed, the situation would become more complicated and severe.

And since he has decided to help King Jing'an, he must return to Beijing as soon as possible to make preparations.

After watching Fanhua finish his training, he set off.

Now, noon.

Fan Hua and Shi Jin escorted Li Zhi to the mountain gate.

The cold wind was blowing gently, like an icy hand brushing across your face, bringing a biting chill.

Shi Jin unconsciously wrapped his robe tightly around himself.

Li Zhi looked at Fan Hua with a gentle expression and eyes filled with reluctance.

"Time is tight, uncle can't stay a few more days to reminisce with you."

His words were full of regret.

Fan Hua looked at Li Zhi with an understanding smile on his face.

"It's okay. We have a long way to go."

After hearing this, Li Zhi jumped onto his horse swiftly.

Seeing this, Shi Jin waved goodbye and said, "Goodbye, uncle!"

Li Zhi waved at them and said, "Tianhan, go back. No need to see you off."

After saying this, he shook the reins, the horse neighed, and galloped forward.

Shi Jin and Fan Hua stood there, looking at Li Zhiyuan's back. The figure became smaller and smaller in the cold wind and finally disappeared in the distance.

Shi Jin blew a few breaths on her cold hands and shrank her neck slightly.

"Go, go."

Seeing this, Fan Hua, who was standing by, felt a surge of pity in his heart.

He gently stretched out his arms and held Shi Jin gently in his arms.

Then Fan Hua put half of his cloak on Shi Jin.

The cape wrapped tightly around her petite body.

"You won't be cold this way." Fan Hua's voice was low and gentle.

Shi Jin curled the corners of his mouth and leaned into his arms, feeling his warmth and the thickness of his cloak, his heart filled with sweetness.

She raised her head slightly and looked at Fan Hua, her eyes sparkling with happiness.

"It's great to have you." Shi Jin said softly.

The two of them walked into the mountain gate, leaning on each other.

Kyoto.

Xu Wuchen came to Prime Minister Qin's residence as agreed.

"Is Prime Minister Qin feeling better?"

Xu Wuchen looked at Qin Yixian who was sitting in the main seat and asked.

Hearing this, Qin Yixian said politely: "It's fine now. Thank you, Your Majesty, for the medicine."

The pleasantries had been exchanged, and now Xu Wuchen should get to the point.

"Prime Minister Qin invited me here. What do you want to show me?"

Qin Yixian suddenly stood up and said, "This thing is on the black market. Let's go and take a look now."

After saying that, he took big strides and walked out.

Xu Wuchen followed closely with a hint of anticipation in his heart.

When you step into the black market, you see crowds of people.

This place is a mixed bag of people, good and evil are hard to distinguish, and dangers are lurking on every side.

There were peddlers in coarse linen clothes, people in gorgeous clothes who hid their heads and showed their tails, and people from all walks of life.

In this black market, everyone behaves secretively and has their own agenda. Some seek wealth, some seek power, and some seek ulterior desires.

Despite the dangers, some people are still willing to take the risk and come here, perhaps because there are no rules or constraints and it is a free country.

Qin Yixian and Xu Wuchen were walking among them. Perhaps because they were dressed in luxurious clothes and had an unusual temperament, more and more eyes were staring at them.

A few burly men were working in the iron shop, and when they saw them, there was a hint of hostility in their eyes.

Next to the iron shop was a vendor selling animal furs. He was shouting at the top of his voice with a cunning look on his face, and it was obvious that he was a profiteer. In his hand, he was holding a fox fur that was as white as snow, thick and soft, and he was showing it off everywhere.

After seeing Xu Wuchen, he looked at them a few more times. Seeing that they were wearing gorgeous clothes and looked wealthy, his eyes lit up.

He moved to Xu Wuchen's side and said slowly, "My dear guest, I have in my hand the rare fur of the polar fox. Please buy one and give it to your sweetheart."

When Xu Wuchen saw the people from the market approaching him, he frowned slightly, his eyes full of disgust.

He refused decisively: "No need."

There was a sorcerer sitting in the stall opposite. He squinted his eyes and muttered something. When he saw Qin Yixian approaching, his expression changed slightly.

He asked them both, "Would you like to have your fortune told?"

Qin Yixian just glanced at the sorcerer, with a hint of indifference and murderous intent in his eyes.

When the sorcerer saw the look in his eyes, his heart tightened. There was a hint of timidity in his eyes. He lowered his eyes slightly, not daring to look him in the face.

Qin Yixian ignored him and walked straight past him.

Xu Wuchen followed him closely.

The sorcerer looked at Qin Yixian's departing back and his expression became solemn.

He sighed and murmured in a low voice: "I see that his forehead is black, I'm afraid he will have a bloody disaster in the future."

The deeper Qin Yixian went, the fewer people there were. He turned left and right, and he didn't know which desolate alley he ended up in.

The silence around was so eerie.

There was a pair of eyes staring at them in the dark. After seeing that they were his own people, a man in black suddenly appeared and knelt down to Qin Yixian and said, "Master!"

Seeing that it was the person who came to pick them up, Xu Wuchen was slightly stunned.

Qin Yixian nodded slightly, his eyes stern as he said, "I'll bring someone to look at those animals."

When Xu Wuchen heard this, a hint of curiosity flashed in his eyes.

What are you raising?

He was increasingly looking forward to seeing something new.

The man in black led them to open the gate of a courtyard and into a spacious house.

His eyes moved to a sword hanging on the wall, and then he skillfully pulled the hilt.

Suddenly, a dark passage appeared under the wooden board.

Qin Yixian and three others went down together.

As soon as I went down, a stale and rotten smell hit me in the face, making my stomach churn.

Xu Wuchen suppressed his discomfort and followed Qin Yixian closely, stepping into this unknown place full of mystery and terror.

Because there were candles hung on the wall at regular intervals, the basement didn't seem so dark.

The deeper you go, the more horrific noises you can hear and the more you can smell blood.

The sound was like the roar and sharp roar of a wild beast, which made people shudder.

Qin Yixian had a solemn expression and walked steadily, as if he was not afraid of anything here.

And with every step Xu Wuchen took, his heart beat faster.

After passing through the winding downward passage, they seemed to have stepped into another world and came to an astonishingly wide stand.

Below the stage is a large enclosure, surrounded by towering walls, which exudes a cold and majestic atmosphere, like an insurmountable barrier.

The walls were covered with messy and shocking bloodstains, as if someone had experienced a painful and desperate struggle here.

There is only an iron door on the wall, which is covered with bloodstains, as if it has witnessed countless unknown pasts.

There seemed to be an even deeper and bottomless darkness behind the iron gate.

In a trance, one has a feeling that once entering that door, life or death will be in danger, and there is no way to retreat.

The stage was filled with rows of guest seats, built around the enclosure to form a closed circle.

Qin Yixian stood quietly at the edge of the stands, his eyes as sharp as an eagle's as he scanned the entire venue.

Xu Wuchen stood beside him, his eyes deep, as if thinking about something.

He knew where this place was.

This is the Colosseum. Slave owners would usually put slaves and wild beasts on the same field and let them fight brutally for life and death.

He watched a few shows.

In the past, the Black Market Colosseum was always packed once the show started.

The more miserable the scene on the field became, the more the crowd cheered and shouted, as if they were driven by an almost insane fanaticism.

Everyone seemed to have completely forgotten the endless pain and despair endured by the people on the field, and were only immersed in extreme excitement because of the bloody and cruel scene.

But this Colosseum is different from others. It is built underground and is more secretive.

I guess it's not intended to be shown to the public.

Xu Wuchen glanced at Qin Yixian and thought to himself.

So Prime Minister Qin brought him here today to watch the life-and-death fight between man and beast?

Xu Wuchen thought about it and asked, "Prime Minister Qin wants me to watch slaves fighting beasts?"

Qin Yixian shook his head and looked at him with a look that said "You are too small-minded". His voice was filled with creepy excitement and perversion, and he said slowly: "No, it's more interesting and more exciting than that."