Be Modest, My Master of Imperial Guards

The night is long, so long.

At this moment, the streets and alleys of Dayi Capital were horribly quiet, and occasionally whirlwinds passed by, the low neighing was more like an unknown monster hiding in the dark opening its blood basin and making a stern whimper.

East Factory Zhao Prison——

The bleak moonlight shone on the ridge of the courtyard, and a few cold white frost colors fell.

The two cowhide lanterns at the gate were swayed by the wind, like a pair of wide-eyed ghost eyes, silently staring at all the evils in this purgatory on earth.

The tragic wailing continued to seep out of one side of the cell, sometimes high, sometimes sobbing, forcing people's hearts to chill.

Another round of torture was over. Fan Wei in the eighth grade official uniform of Jiangzi stepped back a dozen steps with blood on the ground, eyebrows and frost cold, staring at the burly man like a blood gourd in front of him, holding a steel toothed iron in his hand. comb.

The scraps of clothing and human flesh were blurred between the dense and gloomy teeth, and the red blood constantly seeped from the iron comb, and as Fan Wei retreated, it stretched into a blood line on the ground.

The pungent smell of blood is still warm, all flowing from the man who was chained to the double-branched iron.

His two companions were in the same situation as him. They all had their arms raised apart, and they were tied to the iron frames on both sides in a large font.

These three are the former Qianghu Cheng Wanli of the East Factory, the third gear Zao Wou-ki, and the fourth gear Bai Qiying. They were taken into the East Factory by the secret guards who were arrested by the East Factory. They had been subjected to various tortures a day ago.

Having just received the cruelest combing punishment, Cheng Wanli stopped the painful cry and dropped his head.

Sweat mixed with blood, meandering down his big dark face, dripping into the blood on his feet.

The so-called combing means tearing off the prisoner's shirt, dipping it into boiling water with a special iron brush with countless steel thorns, and brushing it on the person.

Going down with this brush, a big living person will suddenly become fleshy and bloody.

"How about it, you used to be the second in command of the East Factory. Do you still remember how many people have been combed for? Now that the punishment falls on you, how does it feel?"

The long and gentle questioning floated and sounded in the cell, like a misty cloud above the sunny sky with no sense of weight, holding a carefree mind.

After waiting for a while, that nice voice rose again. Compared with just now, the son of this meeting was a bit sharper and colder:

"You can see bones in half of your arm. Even if your arm is broken. Hey, you are a colleague anyway, let alone the governor who didn't take care of you. If you want to live, you will confess the whereabouts of your master."

"Ah……"

The blood-gourd man moved his neck with difficulty.

He wanted to look up, and take a good look at the person facing him.

However, every time he exerts force, the meridians all over his body will be eroded by severe pain, making him unable to get his wish.

"Humph!"

Cheng Wanli sneered at the stove, spraying a heavy snort, reluctantly, and said with a trembling voice:

"You need me to say it several times to understand. I don't know, I don't know where she is!"

"Oh, you don't know? Okay, then the Governor will ask your subordinates."

The gentle voice of inquiry paused for a while, and suddenly commanded both sides:

"Come here, bring Zao Wou-ki's wife and daughter, and detain them outside the cell."

Fan guards nodded their promises and stepped out of the prison one after another. They didn't take much time and dragged the three women back.

Among the three people, the first and the second are the wife of Zao Wou-ki who is in the middle of the battle, and the two daughters who are only in their prime.

The three of them were viciously knocked down. Across the Muzha, they saw their husbands and fathers being tied with hands and feet, covered in blood, and they immediately slapped Mucha in front of the cell, and wailed inside.

At this time, the elegant voice by the stove rippled again:

"The Governor has seen that this Zao Wou-ki’s wife and daughter are also considered tender, and the two daughters are in their young age. The Governor will reward them to you. Just play here and let her husband and their father Understand what the fate of betraying the court is."

When the words came to an end, a dozen or so guards surrounded the three weak women from outside the prison, with green lights flashing in their excited and round eyes, and they looked like hungry wolves in the dim Zhao prison.

The three weak women have no ability to resist, and Hua Rong pales in fright. Before they struggled, they were pressed to the ground by a pair of big hands.

The sturdy men huddled together, full of foul language, and the facial features shifted on their faces that were so excited that they were completely inhuman.

The whole Zhao Prison resounded with stern crying for help, the sharp sound of torn clothes and the arbitrary evil laughter of the men.

Hearing the helpless cry of his wife and daughter, Zao Wou-ki gritted his teeth and closed his eyes. A heart seemed to be pierced by a sharp object and shattered into dust.

His body trembled, and he finally got angry, straightened his head unbearably, and cursed at the leisurely and contented figure on the rose chair by the fire, with tears coming out of his sullen and red eyes.

"Yuexi Tower, I'll care about your grandma--"

"If you want to keep their fame, you can tell the whereabouts of the governor."

Swearing in, the delicate and graceful voice sounded like a natural lack of temper, still not anxious.

"I, I said..."

Bai Qiying was tied to the iron shelf on the north side of the cell, covered in blood.

He had just spoken half a sentence when he was interrupted by Zao Wou-ki's angrily:

"Fourth!"

"Third brother, sister-in-law..."

"shut up!"

"Fourth, do you dare—"

Cheng Wanli and Zao Wou-ki yelled at Bai Qiying at the same time.

Zao Wou-ki was so angry that a wildfire in his heart hit his throat, and his huge body struggled hard, wishing to break free of the iron wire immediately, rush to Bai Qiying, and personally give him two ears.

"what--"

A woman's desperate cry passed by outside the cell, and immediately after the muffled sound of "boom", Mu Cha shook a bit.

Everyone followed the sound, but saw that Zao Wou-ki's wife had fallen in a pool of blood.

Her clothes were shattered, exposing large areas of white skin, with bite marks and bruise scratches all over it.

Unbearable, this fierce woman struggled to get out of the wolves and slammed her head against the wall.

One of her face was wet with tears, and her eyes were wide open at the moment of death, staring at Zao Wou-ki in the cell in a dazed manner.

Zao Wou-ki lowered his head and sobbed.

"...The governor abandoned us first!"

Bai Qiying also burst into tears, sobbing:

"He took the girl Yun to escape from the world, so he threw all the suffering to us."

Suddenly, he lifted his head from the whimper, looked at the tall and supreme figure in the flames, and pleaded sadly:

"Duke Yue, let go of the daughter of the third gear. I said, I will tell you the whereabouts of Girl Yun, they are in Xiyi..."

"You shut up Lao Tzu—"

A loud roar rushed straight into the sky, as if concentrated the strength of Zao Wou-ki's whole body, like a billowing thunder that exploded, shocking everyone's ears.

In an instant, Zao Wou-ki seemed to be possessed by a fierce spirit, struggling frantically with his hands and feet, pulling out the thick shelf iron from the ground.

He screamed like a beast, and rushed in front of Bai Qiying with a hundred catties of iron on his back. Before he could blurt, he whirled and hit Bai Qiying with his back.

The internal organs were squeezed to burst by the hard frame iron, and Bai Qiying bleeds from Qiqiao on the spot and died of anger.

The man on the rose chair frowned slightly, and Fan Wei on both sides immediately drew his knife forward, and when Zao Wou-ki turned around, he raised the knife and dropped it.

The sky is full of blood, flying like rain.

Outside the cell, the violence stopped.

The two young girls were tortured to death on the spot, and their bodies lay on their backs, no more aura.

Zhao Prison fell into an unprecedented dead silence.

"Hehe...hehe..."

Cheng Wanli's head drooped, blood and tears streaming down his cheeks.

He grinned sadly, and forced out a few eerie sneers:

"Yuexi Tower, you must not die..."

With a fluttering voice, Cheng Wanli suddenly shouted to the sky:

"Supervisor Leng——"

puff--

A mouthful of blood splattered far away.

The man on the opposite rose chair saw that his brows were frowned, his upper body leaned back, and he took out his veil to cover his nose and mouth in disgust.

Ichiban Wei leaned closer to the body for an examination, and then turned around and clasped his fists:

"Bing Dugong, Cheng Wanli, a thousand households in the original Dongchang factory, blew himself up and disappeared."

"Well, I have done my best for the East Factory anyhow, and I picked a good coffin and sent these people away."

In the flames of jumping, the man slowly stood up from the rose chair.

The black net-patterned wingless hat is towering, and on the azure unicorn python gown, those exquisite flowers and gold threads are mottled, and Ye Ye is brilliant.

This person is twenty to four years old, has a slender and well-proportioned figure, has a clean face, and has no fat powder.

A pair of long, narrow and dark foxes have starlight in their eyes, as foggy as fog.

The long eyebrows are thin and light, and there is a burning cinnabar mole on the center of the eyebrows, which is very eye-catching.

The corners of his mouth are raised, and the aura of standing upright is cold and mysterious, arrogant and not overbearing.

The only thing that was inconsistent with that temperament was his complexion, which showed a sickly gray in the delicate and flawless.

Even close to the fire, the smog-like complexion was dull and cold without a hint of luster.

He is the eagle dog raised by Huanan Xin, the new admiral of the East Factory, Yuexilou.

Zao Wou-ki’s two steel handballs were being played between the fingers by Yuexilou, Shen Zi’s delicate thin lips were slightly curved, and his opponent ordered:

"Let the messenger bring the words into the palace, your master is now in Xiyi.:,,