Shadow Guard, your emperor is disrupting the martial arts again!

The author has something to say: Although it is my bad taste to stay here, I really did not make a mistake QwQ

Maybe it's been too long since everyone forgot the last chapter...my fault!

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In the dark dungeon, where the sun is not visible, the flickering torch emits a dim yellow light on the mottled stone wall, not to mention that it cannot dispel the gloom lingering in the depths, but on the contrary, it adds a bit of shudder to this place of death breath.

This is the deepest part of the sky prison, and perhaps, people are more used to call it concisely and clearly—the death row.

Although there is no scene of rotting corpses everywhere, everyone knows that coming here is like a death sentence.Perhaps it is even worse for these once arrogant and powerful dignitaries. At least, if they are outside, they can die happily, instead of stepping into the dust here and letting their dignity into the dust. Even the smallest jailer can trample on it.

Maybe it's because they clearly know their own fate, or maybe it's because they are self-respecting and unabated. There's no wailing or grievances from the prisoners here, and there's no unsightly yelling, except for the occasional unbearable screams. They just sat in a cold corner with indifferent expressions, as if they wanted to merge with the darkness.

The quietness here seems to be the third world, but only the dead energy impacts everyone's will and destroys people's hope of life.

From not far away, human voices came again.

Sitting quietly in the dark with his head bowed, his eye sockets were slightly sunken due to his thinness, but his still sharp eyeballs rolled up and down a few times, and he sneered in his heart, knowing that there might be a new "companion" joining him ...The bony hands propped up on the ground, and slightly moved his almost rusted and aged bones.

Hearing the approaching yelling and the strange sound of wheels rolling on the ground, he grinned, revealing a rather distorted and terrifying smile.

I don't know why this person came in this time?Is it corruption or selfishness, family annihilation or self-inflicted blame? ... Mo was probably brought in by that Prime Minister Fu again...

After a while, he finally saw who was coming, and finally

I understand why I hear the sound of wheels...

The rusty iron chain made an unpleasant noise, and the door of the cell was pushed open vigorously, and then there was no creaking sound.

The jailer's face was full of impatience, and he sternly said, "Hurry up! You are dead and disabled, and you are still so dilly-dallying after getting an extra-judicial favor!"

The pale young man pushed the wheelchair under him and entered the empty cell without saying a word. He was wearing a white-sleeved gown, although his back was thin, but his expression was stern—the ruthless leader of the "Four Famous Arresters".

The jailer left while yelling and cursing.Wuqing naturally doesn't care about such people's slanderous words, his expression is still stern, his right hand is rubbing the ordinary wooden wheelchair under him, but he knows in his heart that he is just afraid that it is impossible to be kind now.

He frowned and stared out of the cell, his far-reaching gaze seemed to penetrate the thick wall, and his usually deep and cold eyes were rarely filled with worry.

His Majesty's life and death are uncertain, Fu Zongshu took this opportunity to monopolize the power in the court, and pushed all the responsibility for the unfavorable guards to the head of the God Detective...

Only because he and Zhui Ming were indeed by His Majesty's side in this incident, the hat of being unfavorable for protection was taken advantage of by that traitor Fu Zongshu.

At this moment, he and Zhui Ming are deeply in prison, so naturally there is nothing they can do. Uncle Shi is tired of coping, and finally saves them for the time being, while Tieshou and Leng Xue are running outside to find out the murderer as soon as possible.

But recalling the cold light of the long sword under the moonlight, and the crisp and ruthless skill, under the full resistance of him, Zhui Ming, and the extraordinary black-clothed shadow guard, He can still walk in and out of the heavily guarded god arrester, and retreat calmly with one blow...

But Wuqing already knew in his heart that there might be no results if he continued to investigate.

Just chasing after...

The hand under the ruthless sleeve suddenly clenched into a fist, and the manicured round nails left several deep red marks on the palm.The God Detective Division was in chaos, and Fu Zongshu put the two of them in prison, but although he was safe and sound at the moment, he was taken away for interrogation after his death.Although he knew that Fu Zongshu's move was to defeat them one by one, disturb their minds, and there was no danger of their lives, but he still couldn't help worrying about him...

Time passed by quietly, and although Wuqing didn't show it on the surface, the anxiety in his heart had never been so strong. The heart that had always been calm and strategized fell into the pool of stones thrown into it. The ups and downs can no longer be calm.

Finally, after dozens of breaths, there was another sound in the empty and gloomy prison. A young man with his head drooping was dragged by two jailers by his arms from a distance.The loose hair blocked his face, making it difficult to see his expression clearly, but just from his blood-stained clothes, it was clear what kind of treatment and torture he had suffered!

The ruthless fingers clenched tightly on the wooden chair handle for a moment, and the unnaturally pale nails showed how much effort he took to control his emotions.

The door was opened, and the two jailers threw Zhui Ming directly onto the cold and dusty ground, and the pain from the wound made Zhui Ming grunt uncontrollably.

Wuqing didn't go to help Wuli and fell to the ground chasing his life. His cold eyes glanced at the two jailers without a trace of emotion, and there was no concealment of murderous intent in it.

The jailer subconsciously took two steps back from his shock, and then subconsciously realized that these were just two prisoners. A trace of resentment flashed across his face, but he didn't dare to do anything more in the face of the ruthless gaze. Spit to the side, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, "Master Fu will take care of you!"

Ruthless pushed the wheelchair until the two jailers left.

"Why don't you get up soon? Isn't the ground dirty?" There was a lot of worry in the dull words.

Zhuiming gave a wry smile, and only used all his strength to turn his head to the side, struggling to prevent himself from being face down and eating ashes again, "They sealed off my nine major acupoints, not to mention, I can't even lift my hands now Get up. Brother Wuqing? Come help me..."

Looking at his sweat-soaked hair and pursing his lips relentlessly, for a moment, he only felt that he was smiling with a strong face, and his weak and powerless appearance was an eyesore.

Wuqing lowered his eyes slightly, and stretched out his hand to let him lean half against the wall to feel better. However, there was no medicine in it, and even the water that could be used to clean the wound hastily was limited. He roughly scrubbed it clean, and then hastily bandaged his several wounds that were still bleeding.

Although Zhui Ming suffered from the fact that his acupoints were sealed so that he couldn't move, he didn't seem to care much about these injuries. He had never suffered any fatal injuries or encountered any dangers when he walked in the rivers and lakes. The injury didn't even hurt the muscles and bones, so what was it?Seeing Wuqing frowned tightly, Feng smiled and comforted Wuqing.

"That person just now is probably Fu Zongshu's person. Although His Majesty is still awake but Uncle Shi is still there, Fu Zongshu can't monopolize the power. These are just flesh and blood wounds, which are nothing. The case is not yet clear, and he dare not really do anything to us. "

But for his clumsy comfort, Wuqing only felt that he didn't care about his body so much, but he was even more annoyed in his heart. He coldly stared at Zhui Ming, and with a single force of the hand that was bandaging the wound, he succeeded in getting Zhui Ming to kill the pig. screamed to death.Under the background sound of "It hurts, Brother Wuqing, please lighten up!", he rarely showed a sarcasm smile, "It's nothing, huh?"

Chasing life: ...

QAQ was obviously the one who got hurt, why did he comfort the big brother instead, the big brother got even more angry!

Ruthless could see that he was wronged, and looked at his miserable appearance. After all, he couldn't bear to continue preaching, sighed, straightened his messy temple hair for him, and worried about the situation outside, "I don't know what the situation outside is now. "

"... Uncle Shi will definitely find a way." Zhui Ming was silent for a while, then said firmly.

Being ruthless and noncommittal, being optimistic is not a bad thing, anyway, they have nothing to do now that they are in prison.I just hope that His Majesty can wake up as soon as possible. No matter whether it is blame or punishment, at least there is no need to worry about Fu Zongshu turning black and white and covering the sky with his hands!

He looked at the tired look in Zhui Ming's eyes, knew his fatigue, felt a little distressed in his heart, and slowed down his indifferent tone, "Take a rest when you are tired."

Zhui Ming was flattered and nodded, without forcing himself, felt at ease with the familiar atmosphere around him, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

It's just that I never thought that extreme joy would turn into sorrow, and I don't know how long it took. It seemed that a dry fire suddenly ignited in my heart, and the burning was insurmountable. All have become naturally flushed.

Zhui Ming only felt that his whole body was burned into a hot stove, he was groggy, and subconsciously leaned his face against the wall to seek the coolness.

However, that stone wall wouldn't be effective for a long time under his high temperature, and the constant flame of anxiety burning in his heart burned his heart, making him subconsciously let out an unbearable low moan like a little beast.

Wuqing was awakened by this sound, and seeing Zhui Ming's unnaturally flushed cheeks, his heartbeat stopped suddenly, and his hand hurriedly supported Zhui Ming's forehead, and the scorching heat almost burned his skin.

However, there is no medicine here that can reduce the fever, even if you are in a hurry, you can only put a soaked cloth on his forehead, in order to make him feel better.

The drowsy Zhui Ming disease subconsciously firmly grasped Wu Qing's cold hand, and when he sensed that the cold and comfortable object was about to pull away, he grasped it even tighter and rubbed it a few times as if flattering him...

But until dawn, the heat of chasing life did not show any signs of subsiding.

The ruthless look is dignified, he is also a long-term illness and has become a doctor, knowing that if this continues, no matter how good the foundation is, he will not be able to survive this hurdle.

Regardless of what Fu Zongshu would do to make things difficult, just as he was about to forcibly call the jailer, a man in black with a rusty golden swallow on his collar came out of the cell.

Ruthless, however, recognized this mark. The cuffs of His Majesty's personal bodyguard yesterday also had this mark, but the color was slightly different.He has always been a member of Wanxian Pavilion.

Not knowing whether the visitor was an enemy or a friend, he ruthlessly suppressed the anxiety in his heart, looked up at him, and met those dark and deep eyes.

"Can't bear such a small injury? At least you have Zhuge Zheng and I protecting you outside..." The man in black obviously saw the situation of chasing his life, curled his lips and threw a small medicine bottle over.

"Wanxian Pavilion has already accepted this matter, what did you find out that day?" The man in black was clearly impatient.

Shaking his head ruthlessly, "No, that man's skills are very good, but he seems to be very familiar with the God Detective Division."

The man in black squatted anxiously outside the cell, and scratched his hair in an imageless manner, "Ahhh, this time it's troublesome, it's not that I won't help you..."

Seeing him like this, even if he was ruthless, he couldn't help asking, "But what happened to that shadow guard that day?"

"Hmph, His Majesty is unconscious now, but no one can protect him anymore..." Hei Yi said so, but the worry on his face couldn't be faked, "He is His Majesty's personal bodyguard. Are you still thinking about this situation? The two elders of the previous generation who rarely appeared have personally acted. If they can't be found out...he will really be abolished."

The torture chamber of Wanxian Pavilion is definitely a hell... How cruel can a place that specializes in punishing shadow guards and dead servants be?In short, in his opinion, if he really stays in there for ten days and a half months, then it is really better to die...