I really don't want to take shortcuts anymore

Chapter 377 Goodbye Mr. Mo

Luo Qianhuai originally wanted to discuss it with Wei Cang and Wei Cang, including but not limited to the topographic map of Tingwei Mansion, the southern army's defense patrol route, weakly defended areas, the entrance to the dungeon, internal support personnel, etc.

Wei Ying and Wei Cang were indeed prepared for this. Before Luo Qianhuai came out from changing clothes, they had already taken out the map they had drawn and put it on the desk, waiting to explain it to her in detail.

Unexpectedly, after Luo Qianhuai smiled calmly, he suddenly stepped out of the house, leaping high like a hawk, and soon disappeared into the night sky northwest of Yaoxing Tower.

The spring was cold, especially at night. Even though Luo Qianhuai had added a layer of jacket to his night clothes, he was still shivering from the cold.

But the feeling of gliding in the air is not bad. After many systematic exercises, she has become somewhat accustomed to this. In addition, she does not know how to practice the systematic body skills. To a certain extent, it seems to have overcome gravity, making her feel an unfettered freedom. feel.

However, when Luo Qianhuai saw from a distance the Tingwei Mansion, which was surrounded by countless soldiers and densely guarded with gongs and whistles, his leisurely mood was completely gone.

"System, we're not going to break in directly in front of so many people, are we?"

The system did not answer, and her actions proved that her worries were unfounded.

Tingwei Mansion covers an area of ​​about 100 acres, with a depth of 350 meters and a width of about 200 meters. Although there are many two thousand Southern Guards soldiers, it is impossible to hold hands and form a circle outside.

Except for the main entrance, there are sergeants guarding every two meters in other locations. Coupled with patrols that are constantly interspersed, it is considered impeccable.

But the system is not normal. It silently sneaked into the dark alley opposite the northwest corner of Tingwei Mansion. After squatting silently for a while, it saw a little leader who was dressed differently from an ordinary sergeant and hurriedly entered the alley alone.

He seemed to be in a hurry. As soon as he entered the alley, he unbuttoned his pants and faced the wall. The system swam behind him like a ghost, and with a gentle touch, the man froze in place.

A moment later, Luo Qianhuai, who had changed into leather clothes, walked towards the sergeants standing by the wall in a grand manner.

Although the clouds cover the moon tonight, torches are lit every five meters outside the wall, enough to clearly illuminate those who approach.

The first thing that caught the sergeant's eyes was Luo Qianhuai's new outfit. The commander of the village was not a big shot, he could only lead fifty soldiers, but to his subordinates, he was an unquestionable leader, so no one had any doubts at first.

But as Luo Qianhuai got closer and closer, the two sergeants facing her noticed something strange. Although this person's face is still unclear, his stature is shorter than that of his village chief.

But this alone doesn't explain anything. Maybe it's another village chief who came.

You must know that tonight, the Southern Army has temporarily mobilized four troops of 500 people. There are forty commanders alone, and there are many short ones among them. For example, they are jointly responsible for this section of the wall with their camp. Tuen Chang Lin is about the same height as the one in front of him, but he seems to be taller in stature.
It wasn't until Luo Qianhuai walked within twenty steps and most of his head was exposed under the light of the torch that the two sergeants realized the problem.

The face under the fine iron pocket was not any familiar face to them, but a dull mask!
At this moment, even the slowest person will know that this person is probably coming with bad intentions.

The system did not give them a chance to speak. With a flick of their fingers, several stones in their hands were instantly fired out, hitting all witnesses.

There seemed to be a mysterious energy contained in those stones. All the soldiers who were attacked stood motionless. They looked no different from before, so they did not arouse the alertness of others.

Before the next wave of patrols arrived, the system had already entered the inner courtyard of Tingwei Mansion. In the inner courtyard, there are also three steps, one post, five steps and one sentry. There is almost no gap between the sergeants patrolling back and forth, but that is all for ordinary people.

The system made three rounds and easily avoided all the sentries and arrived at the entrance of the dungeon.

Strange to say, the other areas of Tingwei Mansion were full of people, but the most critical entrance to the dungeon was not even half a person.

Luo Qianhuai's heart rang with alarm bells: "Be careful of fraud in the system. Don't go in so carelessly."

Before she finished speaking, the system had already taken forward steps and walked into the dungeon fearlessly.

There was no one guarding the upper floor, so Luo Qianhuai walked down the stairs. On the smooth green stone wall, a bronze oil lamp flickered every dozen steps, casting a dim yellow halo.

The stairs under his feet were quite steep and felt sticky and slippery when he stepped on them, which made Luo Qianhuai instinctively feel disgusted.

There was someone at the bottom of the stairs. Several jailers were sitting or lying on their backs, sleeping soundly. On the table beside him, there were several empty wine jars rolling around, and there were still a few slices of boiled white meat and a few peanuts left on the plate.

Hanging on the wall were chains, instruments of torture, and several strings of brass keys.

The system neither paid attention to the person nor went to get the key, and went straight into the depths of the dungeon.

The dungeon of Tingwei Mansion is full of prisoners who have committed crimes but have not yet been convicted. The number of prisoners is not small, so the place is very large and built like a maze.

After turning countless corners, the system finally stood in front of a wooden fence and reached out to break the lock hanging on the door.

Luo Qianhuai originally wanted to blame the system for wasting energy by leaving the key alone.

But the strong and pungent smell of blood penetrated her nose at this moment, causing her to cast her gaze on the motionless human figure spread out on the haystack.

The oil lamps on the dungeon walls were far apart, making it difficult to see in the dark. But Luo Qianhuai was using his soul perspective at the moment and could already see the man's situation clearly.

When we parted last time, he was still an elegant and calm young man, but now he has become miserable.

The once smooth black hair has long been condensed into locks by blood and sweat, mixed with withered grass stalks and knotted together, half covering the blood-stained face.

The thin lips that were always tightly pursed were covered with red and purple tooth marks, and dried blood stains hung on the corners of the lips. Even when he was unconscious, his eyebrows were still locked tightly, almost forming a red mark in the middle.

From the neck down, everything is shocking. The original-colored linen prison clothes had long been soaked with blood, and were hanging on the body in strips, revealing the deep whip marks that tore the skin.

Those whip marks were so densely spread all over the body that at first glance it was hard to count how many whips he had received, and it was hard to imagine how painful it would be during the torture.