Traitor

Chapter 7 Human Bone Flute

Zhao Wuyou looks like a frail scholar, but he plays chess like a general, he can attack and defend.He calmly dealt with it without any panic.Even though everyone knows that Mu Baili, the admiral of the East Factory and the chief inspector of ceremonies, is a murderer who never softens his heart.Ordinary military commanders still showed fear when they saw him.However, this frail scholar is so calm that people admire him.

Zhao Wuyou lost, lost half of his son.

So in calculation, Mu Baili didn't really win.

"How did you manage to lose only half of the chess pieces?" Mu Baili let go of his hand, and the chess pieces fell back into the chess box with a clatter.

Zhao Wuyou got up, "Losing is losing, Zhao can afford to lose." She took a deep breath, "I should go back, leave."

"I heard that Mr. Zhao is looking for a string of Buddhist beads?" Mu Baili smiled gently.

Zhao Wuyou's heart was slightly cold.

Standing at the gate of the Imperial Prison, Zhao Wuyou's complexion turned even paler.

Mu Baili held her hand, "Take you to see your old friend." Suddenly, he frowned slightly, looking at the soft and boneless hand in his palm, with surprise on his face, "Why are your hands so cold?" Wrapped in thick fox fur, there is no warmth at all, and the hands are very cold.

Zhao Wuyou hurriedly withdrew his hands, his expression tightened slightly, "Let's go!"

The imperial prison in Dongchang has always been a place where there is no return, and Mu Baili walked with her one after the other.

Originally thought that this imperial prison was a place where the sky was rained with blood, and it should be full of wailing, which was shocking.But the facts made Zhao Wuyou's vision refreshed. There was not a drop of blood here, and he passed through prison cells and torture rooms along the way, without hearing the slightest scream.

In front of a torture chamber, Mu Baili paused.

After opening the door, Zhao Wuyou realized that he was wrong.

It wasn't that there was no wailing, but that the wall was several feet thick, and the slightest sound inside could not be heard through the wall.Even a person with high martial arts skills would not be able to break free from this iron wall.

Zhang Tao was worn down to the top half, and his whole body was soaked in blood.It was a completely different person from the time when Zhao Wuyou was overbearing and insisted on killing Zhao Wuyou.These eunuchs are capable, and they can make you survive but not die.With only one breath left, it can hang you for a few days and make you hurt until you die.

"Master Zhao gave me such a great gift, how can I enjoy it alone." Mu Baili smiled gently, and Lu Guoan handed over a rectangular blue brocade box.Mu Baili held Zhao Wuyou's hand, and stuffed the box into her hand, "Take this as a gift in return from me, and I hope Master Zhao will cherish it well. Send it off!"

After finishing speaking, he turned and left.

Lu Guoan bowed to Zhao Wuyou, "Lord Zhao, don't underestimate this thing. It was heard in the past that no ghosts play the flute under the moon. Our supervisor made it himself!"

Zhao Wuyou clenched the brocade box in his hand, his face was as white as paper.When going out, she casually handed the brocade box to Yunzheng.

Yunzheng went in without knowing, "Young Master, what is this?"

"Open it yourself." Zhao Wuyou was not in a good mood.

Yunzheng opened the brocade box, her eyes were cold, "It's the son's favorite piccolo." Suddenly, she was stunned, "But this flute seems a little weird, it doesn't seem to be a jade flute, nor a bamboo flute."

Xi Mo stepped forward to look, and immediately turned pale, "It's a bone flute, a human bone flute."

Yunzheng shook her hand, and hurriedly threw the brocade box to Xi Mo, her heart beating wildly, "Don't scare people."

"Don't even look at where this is?" Xi Mo glanced at the gate of the East Factory, and then returned to the carriage holding the brocade box.

Yunzheng stared at the gate of Dongchang with short breaths, and quickly got into the carriage, "It's too creepy to make a flute out of human bones. No matter how well this flute is made, who would dare to play it?"

Zhao Wuyou's quiet voice came from inside the car, "Have you heard a word? There are no ghosts playing the flute under the moon. It is said that in the ancient country of Tilan in the desert, a monk quietly used a girl's leg bone to make A human bone flute. When the bone flute is played, people will die. In the end, even the entire ancient country of Tilan disappeared completely."

"Young master, stop talking." Yunzheng took a breath, "Then what about the bone flute?"

Zhao Wuyou closed his eyes and leaned against the soft car wall, there were only two words between his teeth, "Hey the dog."

Xi Mo was taken aback, and looked at Yunzheng, neither of them dared to say anything.

Dongchang's methods are used to be extremely ruthless. I heard that in this prison, there are not only human bone flutes, but also human skin drums.And - the human skin paper made of high-quality girl human skin is a treasure that is in short supply for the nobles in the palace.

Along the way, no one dared to say anything more, but after getting out of the car, Zhao Wuyou realized that the fox fur on his body hadn't been given to Mu Baili.Thinking of Mu Baili's gentle smile and the outrageous tricks behind it, Zhao Wuyou felt a headache, very painful.

When will this fox fur go back?
(End of this chapter)