The deputy manager admitted that he ordered people to pour the turmeric oil, with the purpose of burning the guards on duty in Yiyuanyuan today and Lang Jiang. If I could burn it to death with me, it would be great.

He offered to spend money to bribe him with the people he was the follower next to Elder Xuanyuan.

He explained it happily and explained the situation clearly. He hoped that I would be proud of my efforts and save his life.

"I can save your life, but if someone interrogates you tonight, you must repeat the words just now. If your confession is inconsistent with what you said at this moment, haha, whoever you expect to save your life, I will take your life from whom...."

The prison was filled with smoke, and the deputy manager couldn't see my face clearly, but he heard my tone in a real way, shivered suddenly, and kept saying "I understand".

I patted his shoulder and he was trembling slightly.

The prison door opened, the smoke gradually dissipated, and the fainted guards and prisoners gradually woke up.

Including the two guards who were trying to set fire, they were covered in tincture, which was stained with hair and body, making it difficult to clean.

When they woke up, they saw me sitting at the door. The deputy in charge of the prison was dejected in the first row of cells. The two looked at each other in a daze, and then they realized what might have happened.

He quickly knelt on the ground and kowtowed to me, saying that they were instructed by the deputy manager to burn Lang Jiang and the others to death, but never thought that they would harm me.

Lang Jiang and I were together, so Lang Jiang and the others were burned to death. They naturally burned me as well. Their explanation was ridiculous.

No one specifically notified me and asked me to go out quickly. Why didn’t I think about harming me?

But in order to survive, people must pick up good things to say.

"Don't worry, as long as you answer truthfully during the interrogation tonight, I will protect your lives without worries." I walked forward, pressed my hands on their shoulders and patted them.

They looked flustered, with hesitation and struggle in their eyes, as if they didn't know whether they should believe me or not.

"You can just put my mystery/smoke as a wolf smoke and I'm fine. Don't you believe I can save you?"

They are just accomplices, and at this time they will listen to whoever can give them a sense of security.

They are more familiar with Elder Xuanyuan and know that his status in the sect is higher than me and his power is stronger than me.

How to take sides and how to reply is originally a decision without any suspense.

But they were also worried at this moment. I was the one they couldn't kill. I must have unique skills and could not get rid of me in one fell swoop. I would still have the chance to take their lives in the future.

This has nothing to do with whether Ximen Wuhen helps me or not. From a purely means, I have the ability to collect debts from them.

I can let them die silently, and no one can take me after that.

On the contrary, I mentioned Lang Jiang to them and said that Lang Jiang went to Yiyuanyuan Courtyard today with the determination to die. He took the poison in advance. If the action failed, he would commit suicide by taking the poison.

"But why didn't he die?" I paused, looked at the two people in front of me, and curled the corners of my mouth: "Because I don't let him die, he won't die."

"The Demon Aunt has endless magic power!"

"The Demon Aunt Hong Fu Qitian!"

"Okay, what are the words? Remember mine." I waved my hand to interrupt their incoherent show of kindness.

"Don't forget, don't forget..."

"Remember, remember..."

After the guards finished chatting, I raised my chin and signaled them to do it themselves.

They turned their heads and looked at the deputy manager who was locked in the cell, quickly got up and opened the door of the cell next to the deputy manager, squeezed in together, then stretched out their hand from the railing, and locked the door again.

They hung the keys of the cell door around their waists, but I never left and sat down at the door. They didn't dare to use the keys.

After about half an hour, another person sneaked inside outside the prison gate.

I took it off with one needle, and the "qi" needle flew out and stabbed it into his body before he escaped.

He staggered and fell outside the door.

The prison guards who had already woken up knew that they were almost burned to death by their colleagues. They had nowhere to say something, and had nowhere to complain about their sufferings. Keep sticking to it.

At the post, guarding the prisoner at the door of the cell inside.

There was no one in the prison now, so I walked out of the door myself and dragged the person who fell to the ground into the hall.

"Who are you?" I looked down at the person lying on the ground. In fact, I had already recognized him, but I just pretended not to know him and wanted him to say it himself.

"I... the villain Zhang Hai is the manager of the house. I am here to find the servant who delivered food to the prison today." The person who came changed his smile and quickly bowed to me.

"Oh, it's Manager Zhang. The person you mentioned was arrested because he was assassinated by the important criminal who broke into Yiyuanyuan. You happened to be here. Let me tell me about his specific situation."

I sat back on the chair at the door, and Zhang Hai walked a few steps and stood one meter away from me. He stood respectfully, but his mind was very lively, probably making up stories.

"Return to the Demon Aunt, the man's name is Liu Dali. He was a servant bought from the town three years ago by Zhao Cai. He was arranged to work in the kitchen. He chopped firewood for a year and burned fire for a year. He just started doing errands this year."

"Who is Zhao Caiban?" I suddenly changed my mind and Zhang Hai was stunned.

"He, he is from the business hall and is the supervisor of Tuoba Hall." Zhang Hai replied cautiously.

"Who is your responsibility?" I asked again.

"This... the villain, the villain also belongs to the supervisor of Tuoba Hall." Zhang Hai replied hesitantly, his eyes flashing.

"The business hall is responsible for enough things." I sighed.

"The business hall is responsible for food, clothing, housing and transportation, purchase and purchase of rent."

"So, the turmeric oil is also under the jurisdiction of the merchant hall?" I asked.

"...Yes." Zhang Hai glanced around and stammered for a while before answering in a low voice.

The hall was filled with tinder oil, and it was poured from the hall to the corridor leading to the deep cell. There was no such thing in the prison, and the amount was so large that it was impossible for lights.

Elder Gongsun is responsible for the oil production, but the oil this month has been used up, and the newly purchased ones are still in the warehouse of the mall and have not been sent to the choreograph office yet.

Only those who can get in touch with this batch of tincture oil are from the mall.

Unless someone can enter and exit the mall at will without registering the items, the two of them transported eight large barrels of turmeric oil back and forth, and the merchants were completely unintentional.

I believe there is definitely no record of turmeric oil out of the warehouse there, and even these eight barrels of oil are not in the account at all.

"Zhang Hai, see who that is." I turned to the cell and squinted my mouth.

Zhang Hai followed my prompt and saw the deputy director of the prison sitting in the cell, looking back at him with a look of "sadness".

"He has already said what you two met just now."

As soon as these words came out, Zhang Hai immediately withdrew his gaze and knelt on the ground with a plop.

He didn't see it, and the deputy manager in the cell looked surprised.

"Do Auntie, please spare me! They asked me to do it. I have a low status and dare not ignore it-" Zhang Hai kowtowed desperately, and he was really unable to hold back at all.

"My brother is about to achieve his magical skills. Being obsessed with the devil is just a trick he uses. Let's see who jumps out at this time and jumps to his opposite."

I didn't say that I could hear it for Zhang Hai alone, but everyone in the prison could hear it because I used the internal sound transmission method, and the sound was not loud and just enough to reach everyone's ears.

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