Bind health system after exile

Several people remained calm and continued to wait by the wall to listen to the people inside the room.

But Gan Shouyuan said no more substantive words, he just coaxed and coaxed his sister. After Gan Yiwen left the room, there was no sound in his room.

Yanchang was a little anxious. They couldn't stay in the house all night. They spent a lot of time just by this house. At this speed, how could they search the rest of the houses.

But Wu Zhenming was like a sculpture, staring at the room without moving, so Yanchang could only obey.

After observing for a long time, Yanchang really saw some clues.

If there is a master in the house, then there must be two or three people around him to serve him, add water, grind ink, burn tea and make candles, all of which require manpower. But they have been waiting for a long time, but they did not see any human figure reflected in the window.

What Yanchang could see, Wu Zhenming also knew very well. He left one person to distract the guards and took Yanchang into the house to investigate.

Sure enough, although there were candles burning in the room, it was empty. Not to mention the master, not even the servants and maids who were looking at the room were seen.

Wu Zhenming searched for mechanisms in the house, and Yanchang assisted on the side. The whole room was square and square inside, and you could see the bottom at a glance. There were no screens to divide the rooms or curtains. The blue brick floor in the house was flat and smooth.

It is made of plain earth and dust, making it solid and stable to walk on.

Compared to the sounds of people outside, the house was too quiet. In such a large room, there was only the slight sound of Wu Zhenming turning things around.

It was the first time I broke into someone's house in Yanchang. If I said I wasn't nervous, I'd be lying.

Although they had wrapped the soles of their shoes with cloth as soon as they entered the house to prevent them from leaving footprints, he still couldn't help but look at his feet for fear that he would leave any marks.

At this glance, I saw something was wrong.

The blue bricks are very expensive to build. After two layers of soil are tamped, they are seamed, shoveled, smoothed, and polished. The process is complex and rigorous, and there is no room for omissions.

But there is something strange about the floor tile next to the bookshelf. At first glance, it seems to fit perfectly with the surroundings, but upon closer inspection, there are no surrounding seams.

Yanchang gently moved the incense table away, leaned down and knocked on the bricks, and the sound was slightly hollow.

Wu Zhenming noticed his movements, and the two of them lifted up the bricks together, revealing a secret passage under the plaster.

Wu Zhenming did not hesitate, leaned down directly, and asked Yanchang to lay the floor tiles. When Yanchang also entered the secret passage, he had already taken out the fire folder, lit the walking lantern, and looked around by the light of the fire.

"The secret tunnel was recently dug, and the steps were all newly built."

Yanchang wanted to nod, but when his head shook, sweat fell from his forehead, and he quickly raised his sleeves to wipe it. Although it was summer on the ground, the temperature underground was low, and the cool breeze with the smell of putrefaction swept in.

, was hitting his sweaty face, making people feel uncomfortable.

If this were an ordinary place, Yanchang might be able to enjoy the coolness from the bottom of his heart for a moment, but at the moment, he only felt chilly, and the hot sweat turned into cold sweat.

Wu Zhenming didn't wait long. As soon as Yanchang stood firm, he turned around and walked deeper with the walking lantern.

The deeper he went, the more Yanchang could smell the lingering faint smell of blood. Although he could bear it, he still didn't like this weird smell like rust. He always felt uncomfortable smelling this smell.

I feel that Yang Zhaoquan's situation is not good.

The two passed by some cell-like compartments on both sides. Under the light of the fire, the newly built iron railings cast rows of shadows on the ground, and darkness almost swallowed up the entire space. Although there were many compartments, there were no people in them.

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When he just passed by these compartments, Yanchang would take a closer look, but the more he passed by, the more he would not look so carefully.

Compared with the cells, the light from the street lamps is not very bright. These cells are very narrow, but they are dug deep and long. If a person huddles in the innermost corner, let alone the street lamps, even with a torch, the light will be very bright.

Difficult to find.

He briefly glanced at the nearest room and was about to move forward when a hand suddenly stretched out from the darkness and tried to pull his ankle, but failed.

This hand was so dirty that it almost blended into the darkness. The nail cap of the little finger was gone, replaced by a mass of blood and flesh. There was a thin blood scab on the top, which was dark and looked like it was about to rot and pus.

Look.

Yanchang suddenly stopped and saw the hand squeezed out from the gap. He subconsciously wanted to retreat, but when he recognized the owner of the hand, he stopped.

"Yanji?"

Yanji's fingers were young and slender, with well-defined bones, but these were all blurred. Even the middle finger was bent abnormally, but a reddish birthmark under a stain revealed the identity of the owner.

"Is it Yanji?"

Yanchang approached with the fire folding piece, and the light reflected on the young man's face, revealing a bleak face.

"Brother Yanchang?"

Yanji rushed to the railing to grab Yanchang's hand, but when he saw the unfamiliar face behind him, Yanji took two steps back.

The young man in front of him was as frightened as a rabbit with an arrow. Wu Zhenming saw him and Yanchang recognized each other, and already knew his identity. He no longer wasted time on pretentious greetings and went straight to the topic.

"I am Wu Zhenming. I was once a personal guard of His Highness King Wei. Now I am here to save His Highness. Where is he now?"

Yanji looked at Yanchang longingly. He had been tortured a lot in the past few days and it was difficult to trust someone he had just met. Although he knew that the matter was urgent and could not tolerate any delay, he still had to wait for Yanchang to nod before talking.

Seeing his appearance, Yanchang deeply regretted letting him follow him to ask for help.

I originally thought that they were not far from Yuxing and would arrive soon, but unexpectedly, Cheng Yaojin showed up halfway and robbed them to this place.

"Mr. Lang was transferred here just the day before yesterday. I don't know where exactly he is. I just passed by here when he was carrying someone, and I saw him."

Wu Zhenming had no intention of getting any exact information from him. While Yanji was talking, he took out the iron wire from his arms and flipped the lock on his door. With a few "clack-clack-clack" sounds,

The iron door opened in response.

Wu Zhenming closed the door, stopped Yanji from coming out, and stuffed a wooden sign into his hand.

"You wait here. We have rescued people and will take you with us. If unfortunately we are caught in it, you can take advantage of the chaos and escape without worrying about what is behind you. Take the token and there will be someone outside the house to help you."

"Where's Yanfu?"

Yanchang searched several cells nearby, but couldn't find any trace of Yanfu, but it shocked many detainees. The prisoners were a little restless and made a lot of noises.

"Brother Yanfu was being detained under their noses, as if he knew something. He was beaten to the point where there were not many good bones left..."

Although Yanji was young, he usually prided himself on being a man and was by no means a person who cried whenever he asked. However, these words contained a choking voice. He was so stimulated that his eyes became dry and he shed even a single tear.

Not coming out.

Wu Zhenming was afraid of attracting people, and was frightened by Yanji's last few words. He didn't give Yanchang more opportunities to ask questions, so he grabbed him and walked inside.

Although Yan Fu was only sent by the Holy Emperor to guide the way and knew very little about the overall plan, he at least knew the hiding places of several Liangzhou. If he revealed them all, it would give the old prime minister an opportunity to control the next plan.

There are many disadvantages.

Time was running out, and Yanchang only had time to look back at Yanji before he was dragged forward.

When the two of them reached a corner, the narrow passage suddenly became wider, and a bright area appeared in the originally dark corridor.

There were no bloody torture instruments as imagined, and there was no ground covered with blood and dirt. There was only a well-made high chair. The person in the chair sat facing the corridor, with a pale face.

That person was none other than Yang Zhaoquan.