Everyone was talking lively and saliva was flying.

"Brother Li, you haven't seen that scene. All the thousands of households of the Twelve Guards in Jinyi were dispatched, commanding their colleagues to lead the team, in a mighty manner."

One of them touched Zhao Sheng with the tip of his elbow, and his eyebrows were beaming.

"That Yishui'er's bullfight uniform is so beautiful and smooth. The goldfish and embroidered spring knife on the waist make a clanging sound. Just looking at it makes people drool."

As he spoke, the man looked envious and raised his hand to wipe the corners of his mouth.

When you come to Jinyiwei, who wouldn’t want to wear those beautiful clothes and carry the embroidered spring knife issued by the government?

That can be passed down from generation to generation.

Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned. After all these years in Jinyiwei, they are still hanging out in the imperial prison.

It’s not that the imperial edict is not good, at least it’s easy to make money here.

It's just that if you don't have the eyesight to see the money you make here, you may have to spit it all out one day.

After leaving the Jinyi Guards, going to the North and South Town Fusi, or the other twelve guards, it will be completely different.

As we all know, Jin Yiwei makes money blatantly!

"You don't need to tell Brother Li this. I'm Xiaoqi, and I'm here just to go through the motions."

A person next to him smiled at Zhao Sheng and said, "If Brother Li becomes prosperous in the future, I hope he will support me more."

Another person said something at the wrong time: "We also have a Xiaoqi who has been in prison for three years..."

For a moment, the scene was silent, and then he was beaten and passed away.

Zhao Sheng was not angry, but looked into the depths of the prison in despair.

The dungeon there originally held an innate grandmaster who looked sixty or seventy years old, but was actually only forty or fifty years old.

But now he is gone.

"Then the Xiantian Grandmaster was well in prison, why was he suddenly taken away? Aren't you afraid that he would take action and escape?"

Zhao Sheng looked away, puzzled.

The man known as the big talker answered the call promptly.

"Don't you know? He Qiansui will send troops to the nine sides tomorrow. I heard that the rebels on King Ning's side have colluded with the wolf tribe in the north.

He Qiansui is reporting to His Majesty that he wants to use the Xiantian Grand Master's sacrificial flag to strengthen our army's momentum and show those rebellious people that this is the result of being unfaithful and unfilial!"

The talker sighed: "I wonder when I will be able to be so majestic? Unify the three armies and kill the master with a sword!"

He Qiansui held a swearing-in banquet a few days ago. He was gearing up and wanted to show off his power.

It's a pity that his colleagues were afraid that he would cause trouble, so they forced him to be imprisoned.

This made the big talker angry for several days, and he could only show off his ambitions here.

"Are you so brave? When the Xiantian Grandmaster was carried out just now, I saw that you were so scared that your courage broke."

Someone next to him laughed at him.

The big talker blushed and muttered: "What does it mean to be frightened? That's not what I mean, it's... I don't forget the danger."

The prison is filled with happy air.

"Okay, okay."

The man who laughed at him waved his hand and sighed: "It's good that the Xiantian Grandmaster is gone, otherwise he will be locked up here and be afraid of something happening all day long."

Everyone felt the same, except the big talker who looked down upon it.

Then he was beaten out.

After knowing the reason, Zhao Sheng didn't want to hear anymore, went to the kitchen to get the meal, and returned to the room.

"You said today that you don't need to bring any more food. Do you feel that death is coming?"

Zhao Sheng sat in the room with a heavy expression.

Maybe the innate master is really weird and can feel things that others can't.

Zhao Sheng felt a little sad, but he never thought about saving the Xiantian Grandmaster.

Now he may not even be able to defeat the acquired seventh level, but he still wants to save the innate grandmaster?

He's not that stupid.

After dinner, night fell early, and the room was lit with lamps.

The cold wind howled outside, pouring in through the gaps in the doors and windows.

The light of the lamp is weak, and when the wind blows, it shakes and is about to go out, pulling the figures.

Zhao Sheng lay down on his side, hiding his face in the shadow.

"Jiangnan is good, the best is tamarisk..."

He couldn't help clenching his fists as he read Grandmaster Chen's words.

You must become stronger!

The cold wind outside was even worse, blowing out all the lights in the house.

Darkness fell completely, Zhao Sheng closed his eyes and took an early rest.

The next day, early morning.

Inside the mass grave.

There are several men in black wearing thick cloths on their faces and digging graves with shovels in their hands.

"Found it, it's Du Qianhu."

One person stopped digging and looked at the withered and yellow corpse in the pit.

Mud was scattered on his face and hair. He opened his eyes wide and refused to close his eyes.

But the man in black seemed to be used to such scenes and was not frightened. He wore thick cotton gloves and lifted Du Qianhu's body out of the pit.

So light, just like a quilt.

Everyone was surprised, put the body on a stretcher, and carried it to someone.

"Master Qianhu, Master Du has found it."

This person was none other than Li Qianhu, who was working with Du Qianhu to investigate the case.

He and Du Qianhu are both from Fusi, Beizhen, and have had a comradeship for decades.

Seeing the miserable death of his old friend, Li Qianhu couldn't help feeling sad.

If I hadn't happened to have something happen that day and escaped the disaster, would one of them be buried here?

"No, if I were here, you wouldn't lose, old friend!"

Li Qianhu's eyes were gloomy, and he raised his hand to call to the two gangsters behind him. He also put on thick cotton gloves and examined the body of his old friend together.

"A severe meridian is caused by heart-breaking and pulse-breaking poison."

A man raised his head and said.

"All the true energy was lost before death, and the muscles, bones, and skin all over the body were as brittle as rotten wood. Could it be that they were given the Yuan-Destroying Pill?"

The other co-worker also raised his head, his eyes horrified.

"No, it's just specious!"

Li Qianhu said firmly.

"The true energy is completely lost, the energy and blood are exhausted, and there is no trace left. Even the Yuan Destroying Pill has no such power."

He raised his head with a solemn expression. He remembered something in his mind, but he couldn't see clearly.

In the early morning, a bat returned home and flew overhead with fluttering wings.

Li Qianhu's pupils shrank, and his mind seemed to be struck by a bolt of lightning.

"I remembered that the Eighteen Tiqi who died that day also lost all their vitality!"

"That time may have been a martial art that absorbed other people's true energy, but it is still very different from this one where energy and blood are exhausted."

A writer reminded.

"Didn't you say he was a monster? Monsters always have ruthless methods."

Li Qianhu sneered, very determined.

The person who killed Shiba Tiqi and Du Qianhu must be the same person.

"A family thief? Or did he sneak into the imperial prison?"

Li Qianhu turned to his subordinates and said, "Check, who has gone to prison in the past month?"

The subordinate handed over his hand, turned around and trotted away.

Li Qianhu looked down at Du Qianhu and murmured: "Old friend, I will definitely avenge you!"
To be continued...