The Queen of Fortune, please enter the palace

Chapter 483 Prison Break 4
"If my guess is correct, he should have been sucked out of all his energy within a very short period of time!" Jin Yuan frowned and muttered.

In fact, it's not entirely up to her to guess.

Because the jailer hadn't been dead for long!

Even if all the blood in his body was drained, he wouldn't be as haggard as he was at this time, and his whole body would still be blue.

And she just reached out and probed under his nose, and she really felt an extremely bloody hostility.

That hostility was even worse than what he felt in the National Teacher's Mansion that day.

"Queen, in your opinion, the one who sucked all the energy of the jailer is the national teacher?"

Changsun Yan had seen some strange things in the National Teacher's Mansion long ago, and now he was not too surprised to hear what Jin Yuan said.

Jin Yuan thought for a moment, then replied in a low voice: "It can be said to be yes, or it can be said to be no..."

Changsun Yan and Luo Hen looked at each other, not understanding what Jin Yuan meant.

Jin Yuan had already stood up, and sighed to Zhuo Yanchong: "Zhuo Bingshan, the reason why the national teacher Chao Li escaped without opening the prison door is probably because...he is no longer the former king with a mortal body. Master!"

Zhuo Yanchong nodded solemnly, and said to the guards following him: "Bring the torch—"

Bypassing the withered body of the jailer, a group of people came to the gate of the prison where the national teacher Chao Li was imprisoned.

All the torches were placed on the wall, illuminating everything in front of them.

Even though Changsun Yan and Luo Hen had already seen the mess here, when they saw the corpse of the jailer lying horizontally under their feet again, they still felt horrified, and they shuddered suddenly.

As for the guards following them, when they saw the mutilated and dilapidated corpses, some of them began to tremble with their legs, and some couldn't help but cover their noses and mouths, and hid aside to vomit.

"Tick, tick..."

The blood is not yet dry.

Blood gurgled from those broken limbs, splashing and dripping on the stone slabs of the prison.

Those ticking sounds echoed in the prison, each sound becoming clearer, adding a touch of horror to the entire prison.

Zhuo Yanchong didn't cover his nose, but looked coldly at the mess all over the floor, and asked in a deep voice: "Are all the jailers guarding the state division dead?"

(End of this chapter)