Born short-lived

The old jailer was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses, fumbled around the table for the key, and followed him in a hurry.

The name "Ghost Gate" was taken after Huaxu's death cell. It is a place in the dungeon where extremely vicious and dangerous death row prisoners are held. Entering the prison is like entering a gate of hell. It is named "Ghost Gate".Logically speaking, it is absolutely impossible to open the door easily, but the one who is here is the Lord of Islam. Naturally, as long as the speaker does not know, he can open any door he wants.

The inside of the dungeon is dark and damp, and Muslims pay attention to the fact that the dying do not use the things of the living, so no lamps can be lit in the dungeon. The only lighting is the torches burning the corpse oil of the executed criminals on the stone wall. The humidity is quenched to life and death, like hellfire.The gloomy moisture is attached to the cold stone wall, and the cold light is flickering under the firelight.

Even though it was cleaned frequently, it still couldn't cover the smell of blood hidden in the air.

The passage to the dungeon is narrow and long, and the "Gate of Ghosts" is at the deepest point, so there are several twists and turns.Aldan was used to being pampered and pampered. After walking for a long time, he actually felt that the cold was about to soak into his bones, and his back was chilled.

The deeper one went, the heavier the bloody smell became. The nostrils condensed in the damp and cold air, piercing straight into one's lungs, making one's scalp numb.

Aldan asked the old jailer impatiently, "Not here yet?"

"Soon, soon." The old jailer had been nodding and bowing just now, and Aldan couldn't see his face clearly. Now, when he looked at it under the firelight, he realized that the old man was skinny, and his old face, which hadn't seen the sun for many years, was pale. Miserable, wrinkled like bark.

I saw him twitching the corners of his dry mouth and smiling flatteringly, this smile looked extremely creepy on such a face.

Aldan's heart skipped a beat, a bad premonition arose spontaneously, and he quickened his pace; "Hurry up."

The old jailer hurriedly chased after him tremblingly, and walked about a hundred steps before finally reaching the legendary "Gate of Ghosts".

It was pitch black inside the ghost gate, and only two figures behind the iron bars could be vaguely seen by the light of the fire in the aisle.

Aldan frowned; "It's them?"

The old jailer nodded and said, "Exactly."

"All recruited?"

The old jailer paused, and said in a trembling voice, "All...recruited."

Aldan didn't even look at him, and asked coldly; "You know everything too?"

"Yes... yes." The old jailer asked tremblingly, "Your Majesty, do you want me to draft a report?"

"No, there's no need." Aldan turned around and walked to the prison door, fiddling with the two-finger-thick iron lock on the door as if bored, "Who else knows except you?"

Upon hearing this, the old jailer quickly bowed and replied, "No, absolutely not, such secrets must not be allowed..."

"Okay, very good," Aldan nodded in satisfaction, "Has Huaxu's envoy come?"

"not yet."

Aldan didn't doubt that he was there, he seemed relieved, and said lightly: "Then open the door."

"Yes, yes." The old jailer rushed to open the door. The key and the iron lock made a series of jingling sounds, and the stiff iron door was pulled open with a creak, "Your Majesty, please."

The old jailer was about to turn around and push away, but was suddenly held down by Aldan's casual guards.The old jailer was startled, and carefully turned his head to look at Aldan; "Your Majesty...do you have any orders?"

"Follow me in and have a look."

Saying that he would not allow the old jailer to refuse, he was pushed in by the guards.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty." The old jailer seemed a little flustered, Aldan raised his hand to signal him to be calm, and the guards on both sides put his shoulders on his shoulders, and then he obediently shut up.

Aldan asked someone to fetch a torch, and led them into the prison without haste.A strong smell of blood came to the nostrils, choking people's breathing.The flames illuminated the prison room, and I saw two bloody people tied to a wooden frame by iron chains. Their clothes were stained dark red with blood and stuck to their bodies.If it wasn't for the two of them trembling slightly when the fire was lit, others would have thought they were two corpses.

Aldan walked up to one of them, and set fire to that person's face with a torch.The man was stung by the flames, frowned, and gradually woke up. When he saw someone in front of him, he couldn't help shivering, trembling as if in fear, and moaning in his throat.

"What's up with him?"

The old jailer replied tremblingly; "Back to the king, these two men were unbearable before and tried to kill themselves by biting their tongues. We saved their lives, but they didn't keep their tongues...the confessions were all written by hand later on."

Aldan nodded, and said, "Well, I see... As for the matter of the prince, let it stay here forever."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked out of the cell, and only when he reached the door did he give orders to the accompanying guards; "Take them all out and make them clean."

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty!" The old jailer was pushed against the wall by the two guards, and then he heard two clangs of sharp knives unsheathed, "My Majesty, please spare me!"

The old jailer cried like a pig; "Your Majesty... His subordinates won't say anything! Your subordinates really can't say anything! Your subordinates... have wives and children at home... subordinates ...Your subordinates are only obedient to the king's orders, and they really don't know how to say anything!"

Aldan threw a sentence without looking back; "But I don't believe you."

Seeing that he couldn't wait any longer, the "old jailer" simply changed his expression, and his voice completely changed; "Then is the king going to kill me too?"

A familiar yet frightening voice rang in his ears, Aldan stopped, his scalp went numb, and he turned around suddenly: "You...you!!"

Seeing that the situation was wrong, the jailers on both sides quickly stopped.

The "old jailer" waited for the two guards with knives to retreat, and stood up steadily while supporting the wall. The bones of his hunched body suddenly straightened, and he saw this man touching his face. Turning to the side, slowly tore off a piece of paper, and only then did Aldan see clearly the face under the man's paper——Jiang Huaiwen!

Dong Sheng brushed the dust off his sleeves, raised his eyes and stared at Aldan and questioned; "Your Majesty, you allowed me to be a jury at the beginning, so it's inappropriate for Hua Xu to deal with the criminal behind our backs, isn't it? "

Aldan was startled and angry, suppressed his emotions and shouted in a deep voice; "Master Messenger pretended to be someone else and sneaked into our Dungeon without permission, I don't know what you want to do?!"

Dong Sheng clenched his fists behind him calmly, and said with a smile: "I'm just here to remind the king of the so-called propriety."

Aldan sneered: "I don't need the emissary to worry about my affairs. Is it true that the emissary is not afraid of any accidents when he sneaks into this dark dungeon?"

Dong Sheng paused for a while, and smiled with the corners of his mouth; "In front of the king, what accident can happen to me?"

Aldan sneered and said, "I said...Master Jiang, at this point, I can only say...Do you really think that I dare not touch you?"

As he spoke, he gestured towards the two guards with knives.

"Wait," Dong Sheng said anxiously, "Your Majesty, if you come here alone, you must have something important to tell. You don't have to keep me, but Slan can't leave me."

Aldan snorted coldly, and just as he was about to speak, he suddenly remembered something was wrong... He thought, yes, this person came alone, so outside of this dungeon...

"Your Majesty, you should know what I know. What I know, the Deputy Envoy knows... Hasn't Your Majesty noticed that the Deputy Envoy is not in the palace?"

"You..." Aldan's eyes widened, "Don't bluff!"

"If you don't believe it, go check it out."

Aldan turned around and asked the guard a few words in Sri Lankan. The guard felt something was wrong when he heard it, and knelt down on the ground with a plop in fright, and replied a few words falteringly. After hearing this, Aldan's face turned pale.

"The deputy envoy should be leaving the royal city soon...Let's put it this way, we don't want to get involved in the king's family affairs, but this matter is related to the safety of the two countries, so please don't judge rashly," Dong Sheng paused, " If the friendship between the two countries is hurt, then if the king wants to hide it, I'm afraid he won't be able to hide it."

Aldan's eyes were red with anger—if he couldn't catch all of them, he wouldn't be able to move any of them.

Gritting his teeth, he asked, "What on earth do you want to do?"