Chapter 1670 I Can't Take It Anymore

Hearing the bandits' words, Meng Yunzheng frowned slightly. Sure enough, these people were all trying to pin the blame on the emperor.

The young master grew even more enraged upon hearing this, his eyes reddening as he shouted, "You've been driven to a dead end, what right do you have to take it out on us ordinary people? If you've got the guts, go and vent your anger on us..."

Before he could utter the word "rebellion," a middle-aged man behind him quickly covered his mouth and hissed, "Are you crazy? How can you say such a thing?"

The young master broke down and cried, “But we have no way to survive! The second young master of the He family was taken away last night and hasn’t come back yet. They said he was fed to wild animals. Didn’t you hear the howls of those wild animals last night? I can’t take it anymore, I can’t take it anymore.”

The other people in the cell clenched their teeth tightly. Thinking of the sounds they had heard last night, their faces turned deathly pale, and they could only hang their heads in silence.

Seeing this, the bandit became even more smug. He raised an eyebrow and said, "You can't even stand the sound of wild beasts? You're so desperate, aren't you? You guys have been enjoying yourself too much before, unlike us, who have all suffered. At least you have some hope, but what about us? We waited for a pardon for half a year and got nothing in return... we..."

Meng Yunzheng interrupted him in a low voice, "Alright, let's go." He couldn't let him stir things up any more. "If we delay any longer, it will be time for dinner."

The bandit stiffened. Hearing him mention time, he realized he hadn't taken the antidote yet. He had to stop his wicked desire to continue provoking them and sighed, "Yes, I'm too lazy to waste words with them. Let's keep going."

He led the way, and Meng Yunzheng and the other man followed.

Behind him came the sound of the young master still pounding on the railing in frustration. If his mouth hadn't been covered, he might have continued to curse.

Shu Yu and Meng Yunzheng both felt somewhat heavy-hearted.

"These two cells over there hold traitors and spies," the bandit's voice rang out, and Meng Yunzheng and Shu Yu looked in the direction he pointed.

There weren't many people in those two cells, but... they were all in terrible condition.

They were all covered in blood and gore, some lying on the ground, others motionless. Without exception, they all had injuries; some had lost hands, some had lost feet, and some were almost wrapped up like mummies. The stench of blood was particularly pungent.

Meng Yunzheng paused. These people were covered in injuries, their clothes were tattered, and it was impossible to even make out what they looked like.

If Uncle Meng were among them, Meng Yunzheng feared he might impulsively open the door to rescue him.

Seeing him looking into the prison cell, the bandit quickly whispered, "The person you're looking for shouldn't be in there."

How can you be so sure?

The bandit said, "These people were sent to the dueling arena to fight those wild beasts before, and the wounds on their bodies are from that time. The black market hasn't been open for more than ten days. Wasn't your uncle just brought in a couple of days ago? The dueling arena is closed, so there's no need to lock people up here, right?"

That made some sense, but just to be on the safe side, Meng Yunzheng still looked at them one by one.

If you can't see the face clearly, then look at the figure and the clothes.

Most of the people in the prison wore the same clothes, which were probably distributed to them by the black market. They were mostly white or beige, so that the blood would stain them and drive people even crazier.

(End of this chapter)