Chapter 17: The dark prison is not the mortal world, as if the banished immortal is temporarily resting from the world...

The world of mortals is not the world of mortals, as if a banished immortal has temporarily rested from the mortal world. Wearing a red dress on Lu Zhifeng, there is no worldly trace of it, which makes him even more dazzling.

The two holes on the fair skin are highlighted by the red sleeves.

It's an eyesore.

Song Heng couldn't stand it, so he would grab the person who dressed very quickly but was so slow to come out when he was about to get close to him.

"Have you applied the medicine?"

"You definitely don't have it. It's showing signs of getting inflamed. Hurry, hand me your hand." Song Heng didn't wait for anyone to answer. He looked at the wound that was showing signs of getting inflamed, pulled Lu Zhifeng's hand over, and started applying medicine directly.

"It's okay if you've been there before. This is imperial medicine. It's guaranteed to work."

"Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty."

"My dear minister, there is no need to say this to me." Song Heng raised his head slightly towards Lu Zhifeng, like a proud little cat.

The slightly raised neck and sickly white skin were no longer covered by clothes, revealing dotted blue-gray circular spots. The spots were not large, and the color darkened from the outside to the inside, with a faint tendency to decay.

"Okay, I'll give you the rest of the medicine. I'm tired and need to rest."

I've been feeling drowsy since I took the medicine, and now I'm even more dizzy and can't hold on any longer.

"Your Majesty, please have a good rest. I will take my leave first." While Lu Zhifeng saluted, his eyes were fixed on Song Heng. A dark light flashed in his eyes at his neck, which was now covered by the white inner garment.

After finding the correct treatment direction and taking bowl after bowl of medicine, Song Heng, whose condition was not serious, gradually got better.

Except for the very serious ones, all the patients in the Taoist temple have seen hope of survival.

Su Keke and Chen Yeran made great contributions to this.

"My dear, are you saying that this plague came so quickly and caused such huge consequences, it was actually man-made?" Song Heng was very surprised. The original novel rarely mentioned the male and female protagonists in the early stage, and only wrote in detail about how sweet they were in the later period and how they created a prosperous era.

I didn't expect there were so many twists and turns.

"Your Majesty, that's exactly what happened." Lu Zhifeng observed Song Heng's condition every day, and he was a little surprised just now.

The white and flawless neck was exposed, and Lu Zhifeng was very pleased to see this.

"Tell me what happened?"

"After Miss Su and Master Chen developed the prescription, they discovered that one of the herbs was very effective and was the key to treating the plague."

"The one you picked last time when you were in danger?" When Lu Zhifeng talked about medicine, Song Heng couldn't help but think of the wound on Lu Zhifeng's palm.

"Exactly. When the two of them went to collect herbs, they discovered clues that the plague was man-made. Seeing that there were so many herbs in that place, they planned to pick as much as possible. However, due to the large amount and the lack of manpower, they still hadn't picked all the herbs by the time the moon was above the willows. They had no choice but to stay nearby, and there happened to be a small cabin there."

Lu Zhifeng paused, glanced towards Song Heng, and found that the little emperor was listening attentively.

He continued, "It was late at night, and Miss Su was still improving her plague medicine when she ran into the man in black who was about to poison the water source, which was the stream outside the cabin."

Song Heng listened to the story and asked, "And then?"

"The person who poisoned the house has been caught and brought back for interrogation. Miss Su also left someone to monitor the area around the cabin to prevent further poisoning."

"As expected of the heroine, she is so thoughtful." Song Heng murmured, thinking that Coco's way of handling the matter was very good.

"The mistress? Your Majesty?"

"It's okay. I just want to say that Miss Su did a good job. Did you ask anything?"

"The man in black kept his mouth shut and didn't reveal any information." Having said that, Lu Zhifeng's expression became serious.

Song Heng was the same. After all, the enemy was in the dark and his purpose was unknown.

"I just raided the homes of corrupt officials here. Could there be some who slipped through the net and are waiting for an opportunity to murder me?"

"Forget it, the situation is serious." Song Heng stood up directly, "I'd better go and interrogate him personally."

"My dear, why don't you go with me?" Song Heng walked in front and found that Lu Zhifeng was still there.

"Your Majesty, the dark prison is damp and may be harmful to your health."

"It's okay. I'm fine now and I'm not feeling unwell."

"I am not as fragile as you think."

Seeing that Song Heng was determined to leave, Lu Zhifeng said no more, picked up his outer robe beside him, and quickened his pace to catch up with Song Heng.

The heavy, chained door flung open, letting in a gust of damp, cold air. The damp, musty smell mingled with the decaying odor of rust. Only a sliver of light shone from the far end. The flickering light and shadows made the place seem even more eerie and dark.

The further you go in, the stronger the smell of blood becomes.

A draft blew through the hallway, and Song Heng faced the damp chill, shivering slightly unconsciously.

"Your Majesty, the dark prison is cold." Lu Zhifeng casually and naturally put his outer robe on Song Heng.

Suddenly, warmth swept over my whole body, and that creepy feeling seemed to disappear suddenly.

Soon, a man, covered in blood, his limbs bound by iron chains to the rack, appeared before him, seemingly lifeless. Whip marks covered his body, his exposed flesh twitching, and even the white bones visible in some places.

"You haven't confessed yet?" Song Heng asked the guard standing by.

"No, sir."

"It's a tough nut to crack."

"Hey. Who told you to do this?" Song Heng kicked the person in front of him hard.

The person who was originally quiet and motionless opened his eyelids, then closed them again after seeing the person coming, pretending to be dead.

Song Heng kicked a few more times, but no one moved.

Knowing that he couldn't get any information out of this person today, Song Heng ignored him and thought about the possibilities in his mind.

"Miss Su, why are you here?" Lu Zhifeng had been guarding Song Heng, just in case the man on the rack suddenly attacked and hurt anyone. After all, he had resisted many times before. Of course, he was also keeping an eye on his surroundings, and then he saw Su Keke coming in from the entrance.

"Mr. Lu, you're here too?" Su Keke was obviously a little surprised. Seeing someone else nearby and seeing Mr. Lu's protective attitude, she understood, "Is this Mr. Song?"

"That's right, Miss Su." Song Heng responded politely.

Lu Zhifeng spoke at the right time to answer the question Su Keke had asked earlier: "I came here with Lord Song to see if we can find the culprit behind this. Where is Miss Su?"

"That's why I came here too."

"Miss Su, do you have a way to make this person speak?" Song Heng suddenly became interested.

"I invented a set of needle techniques that can make people obedient."

As if to confirm what Miss Su said, after Su Keke finished speaking, Chen Yeran carried a box and slowly walked in from the door of the secret cell.

Su Keke took the box and opened it, revealing a set of silver needles.

Song Heng moved aside and made a gesture of invitation, indicating that Su Keke could start the operation.

Su Keke passed by Song Heng and nodded slightly.

Without any hesitation, he took the silver needle and directly pierced the man in black.

After more than a dozen silver needles were inserted, the man in black slowly opened his eyes, his eyes looking a little empty.

"Sir Song, you can ask now. Should we leave?" When Su Keke saw the black man's appearance, he knew that he had succeeded.

"No need." Song Heng felt that with the halo of the protagonist, he should have a good harvest.

Song Heng: "Who sent you?"

"I don't know." The man in black spoke slowly.

Song Heng: "Then where did you get the poison?"

"Given by another person."

Song Heng: "Who is he?"

"have no idea."

Lu Zhifeng: "What's your name?"

"No name, only a code name."

Lu Zhifeng: "What's your code name?"

"Zero Seven."

Su Keke: "Does the person who gave you the poison also have a code name?"

"yes."

Su Keke: "Are you from the same organization?"

"yes."

"Tell me about your own experience." From Su Keke's question, Song Heng discovered that this person should be a tool being trained by others.

Specially used to do some shady things.

"I..." Lingqi seemed to be in pain. After struggling for a while, he began to tell the story.

From what he said, it's clear he has no memories of his childhood. It's as if he was born into a closed training camp, where he was constantly completing missions. This time, poisoning was one of his missions, and his contact was from the same organization. He was told to get the poison every seven days and throw it into the river's source.

"Can you make him obedient and control him to complete some things?" Song Heng suddenly thought of something and turned to Su Keke and asked.

Tomorrow is the seventh day.

"It shouldn't be a problem if we improve it." Su Keke understood what Song Heng said and suddenly looked up. "Could it be that Mr. Song wants to?"

"The enemy is in the dark while we are in the light, so we can follow this man to investigate."