When the scum attack teases the wicked

After Zhenlin Shou came back, the soldiers of Yang Kingdom learned the truth of the matter. Thinking that they had been with a spy day and night for the past two years, their backs felt chills. The soldiers in Yuliang City these days were chattering or Surrounded by the amnesiac Lin Shou, asking questions, or gathered in groups of three or four, discussing the former fake Lin Shou under the corridor.

"Don't tell me, that spy is really pretending, I didn't recognize it after two years!"

"Bah! Except for that face, it doesn't look like our righteous General Lin."

The person who spoke first smiled embarrassingly, and then asked in confusion: "It's strange, why does he look exactly like General Lin?"

Another big and strong man said in a rough voice: "I heard that there is a secret technique in the Jianghu called disguise technique, which can change the appearance of a person into another person. Could it be that the spy used this secret technique? fooled us"

While everyone was thinking in silence, one of the younger soldiers saw a long and elegant moon-white shadow walking towards the end of the corridor, his eyes lit up, and he said happily, "Looking for brother."

The soldier with bright eyes and tender face waved happily to Mi Xun.

Mi Xun came with a smile and stopped beside the crowd. Before he could speak, the little soldier happily ran to his side, "Brother Mi Xun, you came just in time. We are discussing how to deal with that spy!"

"That spy is really abominable. He pretended to be Brother Lin and lied to us for so long, and this time he dared to assassinate His Highness. We must not let him go easily."

"That's it"

After hearing this, Mi Xun smiled and said nothing, beat the gold-painted folding fan on his palm, and said, "Where is he now?"

"He's already been sent to death row."

Mi Xun nodded and said, "Take me to see him."

The little soldier was surprised and said: "What's so good about that spy, anyway, His Highness will execute him the day after tomorrow."

The old military doctor in the city raised his crutches and tapped the little soldier's hairy head lightly, and said, "There is a reason for the military commander to see him. Why are you talking so much nonsense, why don't you go quickly."

The little soldier rubbed the back of his head, stuck out his tongue aggrievedly, and when he got up to face Mi Xun, he smiled and said, "Brother Mi Xun, follow me."

The little soldier walked out of the corridor with Mi Xun, passed through the colorful plum garden, and came to a prison cell. The soldier touched a mechanism outside the cell, and soon there was the sound of the mechanism starting. It is a long ladder leading to darkness.

The cells in Yuliang City are divided into two places, one is above ground cell, which is a cell visible to the naked eye, used to hold ordinary prisoners, and the other is underground cell, which is used to hold important criminals to prevent people from being robbed.

Going down the long ladder, the daylight disappears as the two gradually go deeper, the deepest place is dark, the dim light of the fire flickers on the damp, moss-covered walls, and the whole small space is filled with a strong The smell of blood.

Compared with the wailing and howling of ghosts and wolves in ordinary prison cells, this place is extraordinarily quiet.

It was so quiet that the sound of the key opening the iron lock was exceptionally clear and piercing.

"Brother Mixun, this is the place."

Mi Xun glanced at the man in black who was tied to the blood-stained cross stake in the prison cell, with his head bowed and motionless, and said, "You go down first."

The little soldier responded, glanced at the "Fake Lin Shou" who seemed to be dead and quiet inside, nodded, and walked out.

After he left, the entire cell fell into a dead silence again, and only after a while did "rustling" footsteps sound.

A pair of spotless white boots embroidered with complicated coat of arms were reflected in those eyes that were as dark and deep as the night, covering the moon with a tight expression. eyes.

Mi Xun saw that he bowed his head and said nothing, the loose black hair covered most of his face, and the exposed pale neck was riddled with red marks, with traces of whipping.

"General Lin, I never expected that you would be so embarrassed when we meet again."

That voice was like the spring breeze blowing willows, pleasant to the ear, but Zhe Yue seemed to be shot by a sharp arrow, his heart shrank suddenly, and his pale and bleeding lips were tightened.

The low magnetic and smiling voice continued in my ears.

"But I forgot, now that you are no longer Lin Shou, I should change my words." The smile on his lips gradually turned cold, his thin lips opened and closed, and his voice was low and sneering. , "My good subject, Pavilion Master Zheyue."

Zheyue was taken aback.