Mountains and rivers are in her palm

Chapter 41 Why are you fierce?Obediently
The busiest place for drinking and meat in the back street, no one knows that the most frightening place of torture and extortion of confessions in Dawei is hidden here.

Those imprisoned here are all the heinous people, and everyone bears countless blood debts. They spend their days in this dark place like years, making every day unresponsible and the earth not working.

They called this place - No. 18 Hell.

Xiao Pingfeng walked in wrapped in a pitch-black cloak, and all the people wearing fang masks at the door knelt on the ground.

He walked to the innermost place without looking back, and passed many prison cells along the way. Those villains who stretched out their hands for help, after seeing him, hid in the corners one after another, not daring to say anything.

There is no other reason, just because he is the person in charge here, and all the prisoners who passed by his hands are terrified of him.

"Master, we're here." The palace man said respectfully.

Xiao Pingfeng hummed, but didn't go in directly, but observed on the torture platform outside, it was so dazzling, many torture tools were still dripping with blood, indicating that they had just been used!
The hand under the black robe slowly stretched out in the dim yellow dungeon, the hand with clear and beautiful joints that made people almost worship, chose a small knife from among the torture tools.

Seeing this, the palace man shuddered three times.

It seems that the master is really in a bad mood today.

I just hope that the people inside can last a little longer, otherwise they will be recruited directly.

Going further inside, you can hear the crisp whipping sound, and the blunt feeling of the whip on the meat is very creepy.

When the people inside saw Xiao Pingfeng coming in, they stopped what they were doing.

"Is there still no move?" He was playing with the knife in his hand, the blade glowed coldly against the candlelight, which made people shudder.

"Return to master, no, this novice is very stubborn."

"Sami?" Xiao Pingfeng looked at the man who was chained to the lute and hung on the wall, and the knife was twirling rapidly in his palm like a flower: "Have you ever seen a monk with twelve ring scars on his head?"

There are only ten Patriarch Bodhidharma, and this person has twelve neatly on his head, which is really stupid.

"Go out, you don't need to do the next thing." He walked towards the person on the wall without raising his eyelids.

Soon there were only two people left in the room.

Xiao Pingfeng slowly took off the black robe on his body and threw it on a chair beside him, walked up to the novice monk with a knife, and gesticulated on his face.

"Don't pretend when you wake up."

The novice monk opened his eyes, his eyes were scarlet, his face was stained with blood, and the gray robe on his body could no longer see its previous color.

The first time he saw Xiao Pingfeng, his pupils were shocked, and then he laughed loudly and said, "It turned out to be you!"

"It's me." Xiao Pingfeng opened his thin lips lightly, his whole body was cold and ruthless, he looked at the person in front of him, thinking about where to start next.

The novice sneered: "Who would have thought that His Royal Highness, who is like a god, would be the master of these eighteen hells? I'm afraid even the second child of the emperor doesn't know about it."

Xiao Pingfeng replied lazily but rarely patiently: "I don't know."

"Hahaha, then you have committed the crime of deceiving the emperor!" The monk felt as if he knew something serious.

Xiao Pingfeng glanced at him lazily, as if looking at an idiot: "So?"

The novice frowned when asked this question, "Aren't you afraid?"

A mocking smile appeared on the corner of Xiao Pingfeng's lips: "Do you think you are still alive to go out to meet the Holy One?"

There was a faint light in the monk's eyes: "How do you know it's impossible, our people will spread the news."

"Oh? Your people." Xiao Pingfeng raised his eyebrows frivolously: "Are you talking about the two men in black from last night? They are all dead."

"How come..." Sha Mi was stunned, but soon he calmed down again: "So what, we have many people."

Xiao Pingfeng sighed lightly, and shook his head: "Should I say you are stupid, or should I say you are blindly confident." He played with the knife in his hand: "Do you know why this place is called the eighteenth floor of hell?"

Sha Mi licked his chapped lips, but said nothing.

The candles were flickering, and the inner room was eerily quiet.

That handsome man suddenly hooked his lips evilly, and spit out four words: "Because... no one survives here."

As soon as the words fell, the knife had already been pierced into the monk's body...

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Yan Wanqing hasn't played so happily for a long time. Today I ate candied haws, drank sour plum soup, and went to the back street to see the ice lake. At this moment, the night fell, and the back street was shrouded in lights. I took advantage of the night to walk on the bluestone path , with the aroma of roasted sweet potatoes mixed with the roar of voices.

At this moment, she felt that she was really alive in the world.

"It's getting late, the princess should be tired from playing, and it's time to go back home." Huaiyu said.

Yan Wanqing nodded, the temperature outside was very low, under the light, she exhaled a white air mass.

Congge helped her into the carriage, but Huaiyu didn't accompany her. He said that he needed to go back and pack his things, and he would go to Zhen Guogong's mansion later.

Yan Wanqing felt tired after playing all day, so she leaned on the carriage and took a nap.

The carriage was swaying, the sounds from the surrounding area became more and more distant, and the surrounding area gradually became more and more quiet.

She fell into a deep sleep, and when she woke up, it was pitch black in the carriage.

"Congge?" she called, but no one answered her.

Yan Wanqing frowned and called again: "Cong Huan?"

Still no one answered her.

Yan Wanqing lifted the curtain of the car and came down, the carriage happened to be stuck in a small alley, she took some effort to squeeze herself out of the gap.

Cong Ge and Cong Huan will definitely not leave themselves, and the coachman will not leave the carriage.

At this moment, she was the only one in the car, which meant that they had an accident, but she was fine, which meant that the other party had no malicious intentions, otherwise it would have been just to wake her up, there was no need to wait for her to sleep comfortably before waking up.

Yan Wanqing took a few steps forward, with a panting horse behind her, and she saw a tall man standing in front of her with the light behind her.

"What do you mean, Your Excellency?" She spoke first.

The man slowly turned around when he heard the voice, the expression under the black robe was unclear, Yan Wanqing couldn't see clearly, but felt very familiar.

She took a few steps forward without fear of death. The alley was so dark that she had to walk forward while leaning on the wall.

Probing while walking: "Where did my maid go? Where's the coachman?"

The man still didn't answer, Yan Wanqing felt a little angry, she didn't want to expose the existence of the hidden guard prematurely before she was sure what the other party's intention was.

"Speak!" she shouted coquettishly.

First, a low-pitched laughter reached her ears, which became more and more familiar.

With Yan Wanqing's dazed effort, the man had already arrived.

She subconsciously raised her hand to block it, and in the blink of an eye, her arms were pressed against the wall and his chest.

"Why are you so fierce? Be good."

An incomparable voice rang in her ears, and Yan Wanqing's face darkened instantly.

It turned out to be this guy!
(End of this chapter)