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Two Xuanyi Guards dragged a jailer with a scattered body and slowly passed through the dark and cold aisle. The jailer who was severely punished was already dying and was basically abolished. When three people passed in front of the Wu-font cell, a small commotion caused. There were seven people locked in the Wu-font cell, three were Xuanyi Guards, and the other four were jailers in the Damn-font cell.

The airtight cell only has a small window on the iron door facing the passage, and the prisoners can only see the movement outside from here.

"How is it? Have you been recruited?" Jailer Zhang Wu asked the guard Xiaoqi who was lying on the window and looking out. Xuanyishou belonged to the Fire Camp and was directly under Yang Hao's guard. He has a very special position in the Xining army. His soldiers are all veterans who are good at choosing one in a hundred. He is used to being arrogant on weekdays, and even if he is in prison, he is imposing. For three days, this small window has been occupied by old swords and Xiaoqi. Only when the two of them are sleeping, the prisoners can lie down and look for it for a while.

"I'm gone, I'm not going to be able to do anything! We're probably going to take the blame." Xiao Qi said gloatingly.

"Don't fucking nonsense!" Lao Dao, who had been closing his eyes and resting, roared. Lao Dao was in his early twenties this year. He was originally an old fireman from Fengya Camp. He took great effort to enter the Xuanyi whistle through layers of selection and became an ordinary guard, but he was very satisfied, and he has always worked diligently and worked hard.

Three days ago, when he was on duty, the serious criminal Fan Shen, who was guarding, was poisoned in the torture room, and he and his brothers on duty were put in jail for investigation. He could not close his eyes and sleep well for three days and three nights. The interrogation was one after another, and the patterns were constantly being renovated. No matter how strong you are, you would crush you, pinch you, soften it, and turn it into a pile of mud.

Xiao Qi didn't dare to say anything anymore, and sat down next to his companion Yan Hua. Yan Hua was the commander of the Xuanyi whistle. The commander of the squad was a soldier but not a general. In the Xining Army's organization, the "squad leader" was a team leader, and Lao Huo could only be considered half an official. Yan Hua had just brought it back from the interrogation room and seemed to be very upset. At this moment, he leaned against the wall and closed his eyes to rest, looking tired. Hearing Lao Daohuo, he opened his eyes and patted Xiao Qi as comfort.

"Woooooooo..." A young jailer suddenly covered his face and started crying.

"Don't be fucking!" The old knife suddenly became furious, jumped up, and rushed towards the crying young prison guard in a scorching manner.

Yan Hua rushed up and hugged him: "Old Dao, don't be like this, calm down."

"I can't calm down!" Lao Dao wanted to shake Yan Hua away, but he tried it but failed. Yan Hua's fist and foot skills were very good. He was famous for his Xuanyi whistle, and he had few opponents even in the Fire Camp.

Xiaoqi also came to help, and the two of them worked together to drag Lao Dao back. At this time, a dramatic scene appeared. Lao Dao, who had always been showing off as a man, suddenly squatted on the ground like a child and started crying, crying with a thunderstorm.

"Hehehe, who is fucking mourning in that place? Are you looking for death?" Two Feng'an Camp guards heard the crying of the Wu-type cell and knocked on the door and shouted. In order to prevent conspiracy to cover up, on the day when Fan Shen was killed, Xuanyishou handed over the inner guards of the prison to Feng'an Camp.

"Who are you?! Come here!" Xiao Qi's forehead rushes with blue veins, and rushed to the small window like a wolf, pointing to the Feng'an camp soldiers outside the window: "I remember you two. As long as I don't die here, I will definitely cut you when I go out."

The soldiers of Feng'an Camp did not expect that Xiaoqi had such a big temper as a prisoner. The two looked at each other for a while, feeling that they had to say something to get some face back.

"Boy is crazy enough. You have a good time. I will fight you one-on-one!" a soldier shouted.

Xiaoqi had a sneer on his face and hooked his fingers: "Monkey, come here."

The soldiers of Feng'an Camp were stunned for a moment, then approached the small window and asked blankly: "What do you want to do?"

Xiaoqi poked his arm out of the small window, slapped the little man twice in the face, and said provocatively: "Monkey, wait, I'll go out and slap you to death."

"You, you...you really don't know how to live or die. I'll fight you..."

The humiliated Feng'anzhu dragged his crying voice, pulled out his waist knife and wanted to cut Xiaoqi's arm. His companion quickly dragged him down and advised him: "If you can't do it, don't be fooled by this death row prisoner."

Seeing the two of them tugging outside, Xiao Qi laughed out loud.

"Bang!" With a muffled sound, the heavy iron door of the prison opened. Qin An, the chief of the whistle in the black clothes, and the warden of the prison walked in side by side. When Xiao Qi saw Qin An, he was like a mouse seeing a cat, and hurriedly pulled back his arms, tidied up his clothes and stood attentively.

The warden opened all the iron gates, and the thirteen Xuanyi whistle guards and twelve jailmen were concentrated in the aisle. The originally not spacious aisle was even more crowded at this time.

Qin An cleared his throat: "The murderer who poisoned Fan Shen has been caught. The general is destined to be released immediately."

After a moment of silence, thunderous cheers suddenly sounded in the aisle. A large group of men jumped and jumped like children, hugging each other to celebrate their new life, and everyone was excited and burst into tears.

"Okay, okay." Qin An waved his hand and interrupted everyone's carnival. "I've been wronged these days. I've prepared food and food to shock you. I've eaten and drunk enough. Those who have homes go home and bring their wives, and those who don't go home and carry their pillows. I'll have a day off tomorrow, and what should I do the day after tomorrow."

"Can I go back and take a bath? It's sour here." Xiao Qi screamed.

"Go, go, the hot water in the bathhouse has been boiled." Qin An waved his hand magnificently.

Everyone suddenly felt thunderous. There were only two people here who were not happy and sad. The Feng'an camp soldier who was about to cut Xiaoqi's arm just now was even more trembling and uncomfortable. Xiaoqi walked up to him, slowly rolled up his sleeves, and rubbed the black mud on his arm hard.

The soldiers of Feng'an camp looked at Xiao Qi's movements from the corner of his eyes, swallowing his saliva "Gudong Gudong". He neither dared to run away nor shout, nor did he dare to stop him. Soon, Xiao Qi pinched the rubbed black mud into a broad bean shape and held it in the palm of his hand. He asked the soldier: "Do you want to eat it?" Before he could answer, Xiao Qi raised his hand and threw the "black broad bean" into his mouth, chewing it with a delicious taste. Feng'an's servant couldn't help feeling disgusted, and turned around and vomited "wow".

At the end of the Xu hour, a curfew began in Feng'an City, and the gates of each yard were closed one after another. Feng'anying guards began to patrol the streets with lanterns. Neisifang diagonally opposite the Wubei Academy never closed the doors because most of the residents in the yard were teachers of the Wubei Academy and Economics Academy. The two schools were arranged very tightly in accordance with Yang Hao's overall requirements of "producing more talents, producing early talents, and producing good talents". They took regular classes during the day and arranged discussion classes and elective classes at night. The students in the school worked hard and the teachers were very dedicated. Many people learned until late at night before going home.

A young man in his twenties lowered his head and walked into the south gate of Neishifang. The old man guarding the gate was sitting on a chair and was dozing. He heard footsteps and raised his eyelids and glanced, then continued to dozing. The young man walked dozens of feet along the street, turned into an alley, and walked around the bush to the gate of a secluded house.

"Tu tuk tuk" The young man knocked on the door while looking around vigilantly. He knocked on the door three times, and the rhythm was tight and loose. The door opened, and a man in his forties looked like a housekeeper asked, "Who are you looking for?" The young man replied, "I'm looking for Mr. Huang, oh, I'm a student of his martial arts school, my surname is Yan."

"I'm sorry, my master has class tonight and hasn't come back yet. You'd better come back tomorrow." The man closed the door after saying that. The young man was helpless and wanted to raise his hand to knock again. After thinking about it, he gave up. He turned around and lowered his head and walked away. When he was about to reach the south gate, three students from the Economics School came towards him, two men and one woman, and three of them chatted while walking. The martial arts school has limited rooms, and some students live in the Uchijifang. This is nothing strange.

The young man lowered his head and passed by the three students. Suddenly, four Xuanyi Guards came out of the doorman, one of which was Xiaoqi, who had just been released from the prison. The four of them surrounded the young man in an arc. Seeing that the situation was not good, the young man hurriedly turned around, but there were four Xuanyi Guards behind him. The young man suddenly pulled out a dagger from his boots and rushed towards the female student, wanting to take him hostage. The female student saw that the situation was not good, so she ran away. The young man missed and leaned over to take her again. The two male students beside her had drawn out their short swords to protect her companions.

At this time, eight Xuanyi Guards had surrounded the young man. Seeing that he could not take off, the young man suddenly raised his hand and threw a black-brown pill into his mouth. Before he could chew it, the female student suddenly shouted, and a whirlwind kicked his chin. The young man opened his mouth in pain and the pill fell out.

Eight Xuanyi Guards rushed over and pressed the young man tightly to the ground.

"Senior sister is so capable!" Xiao Qi walked up to the female student and praised sincerely. The woman dressed as a female student was named Mu Li, and she was also a guard with Xuanyi. She was one year older than Xiao Qi, and she and Xiao Qi worshipped Zhu Qi as her teacher.

Mu Li smiled reservedly and said, "It's not that I'm good at being good, but he didn't expect that I could do martial arts. Otherwise, Yan Hua, the dignified iron-armed divine fist, would have fallen into my hands?" The young man's face changed when he heard this, and he immediately denied, "You have recognized the wrong person. My surname is Huang, not Yan." Mu Li sneered, walked to the young man, and tore off an exquisite human skin mask from his face.

After a cup of tea, Yan Hua was taken back to the interrogation room of Feng'an Prison and sat in front of Zhang Bozhong.

"I didn't expect we would meet so soon."

"Why did you think it was me?"

"We found this in Fan Shen's stomach."

Zhang Bozhong pushed a small porcelain plate in front of Yan Hua. The porcelain plate contained some yellow-brown viscous substances, and there were a few black-brown hard residues shaped like egg shells.

Zhang Bozhong picked up another black-brown pill: "This one you wanted to swallow just now but didn't swallow it. If I was right, its name is 'Mier Sweet', and because it is only the size of a soybean, it is also called 'Douer Xiang'. Its core is a very poison that can cause death, but it is wrapped with a layer of honey outside the poison, and the surface of the honey is a special hard shell. As long as this hard shell is not broken, even if the medicine is swallowed into the stomach, it will not die."

Yan Hua wrinkled his nose and snorted disdainfully: "Zhang Bozhong is indeed a difficult person. Now, I can't admit it anymore. I hope you can tell me before dying, where I exposed my flaws, so that you can conclude so quickly that I was the murderer who poisoned Fan Shen."
Chapter completed!