The third candy

The news that the saint was punished by the leader and sent to a confinement room after returning to the religion soon spread to the people in the religion, but as to why, everyone who knew the inside story was silenced by the leader.

Wu Simiao walked to the confinement room by herself. The executioner at the door of the confinement room had received the secret order from the leader to punish the saint. The executioner opened the door with a key and asked Wu Simiao to go in.

The confinement room was a narrow, square room, dark and gloomy, with no windows. Only a three-inch square opening in the corner allowed some light to enter.

The house is surrounded by two layers of fine iron, so no sound can be heard. As long as the door is locked, the people inside cannot escape by any means.

There was no furniture in the forbidden room except for a chair in the middle. The chair was made of unknown material and was firmly fixed to the ground.

This was not Wu Simiao's first time in the confinement room. When she was a child, she got into trouble and was punished by the leader to be put in solitary confinement here, but she knew that the trouble she had caused this time could not be solved by simply being put in solitary confinement.

She settled into the chair with familiarity. After a morning of kneeling, bowing, and walking, Wu Simiao's soaked clothes had long since dried, and even her body wasn't so cold anymore. She didn't really know what methods were used in the forbidden room, but judging by the secrecy surrounding it among the other members of the sect, she figured it wouldn't be easy.

This way, Wu Simiao could feel more relieved.

The torturer did not use any punishment immediately. She watched Wu Simiao sit down on the chair, turned around and left the confinement room and locked the door, just like when Wu Simiao was put in solitary confinement countless times before.

Wu Simiao sat on the chair with her eyes lowered. Since her master was not in a hurry to punish her, it was just a good opportunity for her to recover some of her internal strength.

Not knowing how much time had passed, Wu Simiao could only roughly guess by looking at the time the light moved. It should be noon now, and her internal strength had recovered by 30%.

The torturer showed up at the right time, and this time she brought food.

"Saint, please." The executioner placed the food in front of Wu Simiao and said.

The meal wasn't particularly sumptuous, but it was all Wu Simiao's favorite, and there was even a medicinal dish. While Wu Simiao was eating, the criminal simply walked away without closing the door, and her throat suddenly felt blocked.

Her master might as well be a little crueler to her. Wu Simiao blinked her eyes and lowered her head to eat.

The executioner waited until Wu Simiao finished her meal before coming back in, taking away the dishes and chopsticks, and letting her rest for a while before stepping forward and saying, "Saint, please don't blame me."

After saying that, the executioner first searched Wu Simiao's body to confirm that there was no poisonous insect on her body - those poisonous insects were placed in the cold pond by Wu Simiao - then, the executioner took a knife and cut open Wu Simiao's right wrist. Blood instantly flowed out of the wound and fell to the ground. Wu Simiao didn't even frown.

The executioner took out a porcelain bottle from his arms, opened the lid, and a dark red poisonous insect crawled out of it. Without any need to drive it, it smelled the smell of blood and crawled out of the bottle and crawled onto Wu Simiao's right wrist.

The insect felt a tingling sensation on her skin. Its tentacles were different from those of the poisonous insects Wu Simiao had raised. Wu Simiao clenched her fists and subconsciously tried to dodge, but the torturer didn't give her a chance and held her wrist tightly until the insect burrowed through the wound and into her body.

As the poisonous insect crawled into the wound, the blood on Wu Simiao's wrist wound suddenly dried up, leaving only a red line-like wound.

The executioner let go of Wu Simiao's wrist and said, "Saint, see you tomorrow."

As the executioner spoke, he walked out of the confinement room. The light outside the door flickered, and as the door closed, Wu Simiao could not even hear the sound of the door being locked.

The first time Wu Simiao was locked up in the confinement room, she became more and more frightened. The pitch-black, silent environment could drive a person crazy. She could only stare at the light in the corner of the room. Fortunately, the leader only locked her up for an hour.

After that, Wu Simiao behaved well for two months, but she soon returned to her old ways. The second time she was imprisoned, she felt much less fearful. When she got tired of sitting on the chair, she would lie on the ground for a while. When she got tired of lying down, she would get up and start practicing again. As a result, the time she was imprisoned became longer and longer.

The young Wu Simiao thought this was just a small dark room.

But in fact, the leader had never used those methods on her, and now Wu Simiao had also tasted it.

It was a pain that came from her bones, as if someone was biting her flesh inside her body, and even breathing hurt.

Wu Simiao's internal energy had recovered somewhat, allowing her to use it to resist the insect, but it was still a drop in the bucket. It was just a single insect, yet it caused Wu Simiao to experience countless kinds of pain—the pain of her head being torn apart, the pain of her shoulders being pierced by a sharp weapon, and the pain of her legs being broken by force.

All the injuries she had suffered and recovered from over the years seemed to reappear on her body again. Enduring these intense pains, Wu Simiao did not faint from the pain. Instead, under the influence of the insect, her mind became increasingly clear, and she even recalled the scene when she was injured.

Wu Simiao raised her hand and could see the insect moving up and down under her skin. She could clearly hear the swallowing sound coming from her body - she seemed to be about to be eaten by a bug.

Wu Simiao, who was originally sitting upright on the chair, curled up her body. Her body trembled and she fell from the chair to the ground. She felt cold all over. Wu Simiao felt her internal force flowing away from her palms again. She seemed to have returned to the cold pool where she had saved Li Fengyi not long ago.

Wu Simiao's fingers tightly grasped her collar, and she tried hard to suppress the cry of pain in her throat. However, the darkness before her eyes and the pain in her body made her more dazed, and before she even noticed, she had already let out a sob that sounded like crying.

Am I going to die? Wu Simiao thought clearly, but I can't die.

Wu Simiao gritted her teeth and tasted the blood in her mouth. Many thoughts popped up in her head. She had been thinking about random things in the confinement room before to kill time, but now it was to stop herself from feeling so much pain.

One thought after another popped up in disorder, from the fact that the leader had indeed shown much mercy to her subordinates before, to the time when she fell to the place where she could not see any light and it was unknown how much time had passed, from the formation of the Jiashi Sect to the mountains and rivers of the Wulin Alliance, from counting the sources of those pains, and finally falling on Li Fengyi.

When he thought of this name, all his restraint just now disappeared, and Wu Simiao tried hard to let the pain that he had ignored come back.

How is she? This was the only thought that came to Wu Simiao's mind.

The leader was still soft-hearted and didn't punish the prisoner for even half a day. As soon as it got dark, the torturer took the key and opened the door of the confinement room.

Wu Simiao was lying on the ground on her side, her face pale, most of her clothes soaked with sweat, there was blood on her lips, her fingers were still clutching her collar, her knuckles were white.

The executioner was used to this kind of scene. Wu Simiao was not the worst-off one, but her heart still skipped a beat and she hurried forward to check Wu Simiao's breath.

Although the saint was sent here as punishment by the leader, if something really happened to her, no one in the sect could afford it.

Fortunately, Wu Simiao was still breathing. When he heard the footsteps of the executioner and felt his movements, his eyes slowly moved.

The executioner took out an insect flute from his bosom and started to play it. The poisonous insect that had been wreaking havoc in Wu Simiao's body for a whole day calmed down, and the pain that seeped from his bones disappeared. What Wu Simiao realized later was the aches and pains that were spreading across his body.

She had been maintaining the same posture and had become somewhat stiff. Fortunately, the torturer took her right wrist, reopened the wound, and continued to play the flute to lead the poisonous insect out of the original path and put it back into the jar.

If someone else cannot walk out on their own at this point, the executioner will send someone to throw them out.

Wu Simiao didn't dare treat him so carelessly.

Just as the criminal was thinking about whether to report back to the leader, Qin Shuxing's voice was heard outside the confinement room.

Qin Shuxing is Qin Shuyue's sister and also a serious doctor.

Qin Shuxing arrived in a sedan chair. Seeing that the executioner had already lured the poisonous insect out, she entered the confinement room and bandaged Wu Simiao's wound before continuing, "By the leader's order, take the Saint Girl back to Chaoyang Palace."

"Yes. Please come in, Doctor Qin." The executioner said respectfully.

Without the stimulation of the insect, Wu Simiao finally couldn't hold on and passed out.

Qin Shuxing had already taken Wu Simiao's pulse while bandaging her. She had only just recovered her internal energy and was a little exhausted from the poisonous insect infestation, not any hidden injuries. So, seeing Wu Simiao unconscious, Qin Shuxing remained calm. She waved her hand and had them carried to the sedan chair, and the group headed towards Chaoyang Palace.

Wu Simiao didn't know how long she had been unconscious. She could only feel that she was lying in a warm place. Her ears were originally filled with an empty tranquility, but as her consciousness returned, she could hear clear sounds. She heard the sound of the wind, footsteps, and the low voices of people talking.

She opened her eyes and moved her body slightly. Wu Simiao still felt a little sore in her back and waist, but it was much better than when she was in the confinement room.

Forbidden room... As soon as Wu Simiao opened his eyes, he recognized where he was. This was Chaoyang Palace.

"Saint, you're awake!" The maidservant beside her was excited when she saw Wu Simiao open her eyes. She patted her companion and asked him to inform the leader. Then she poured a glass of water and handed it to Wu Simiao, "Saint, have some water."

Wu Simiao's throat was indeed a little dry, but now was not the time to drink water.

She remembered that she had been in the confinement room for less than a day before the leader sent someone to take her back. Wu Simiao knew that the first thing she should do now was to thank the leader for his tolerance, but... she was a little worried about Li Fengyi.

She was alone in the sect, and the leader also sent Qin Shuyue.

"How many days have I been lying in bed?" Wu Simiao pushed away the water handed to him by the maid and asked while supporting himself to get out of bed.

"This is the second day since you came back. You slept for a day and a night." the maid replied.

The clean coat was placed on the hanger beside her. Wu Simiao put on her shoes. One day and one night... She calculated the time, put on her coat and tied her belt, and walked out of the bedroom.

"Where are you going in such a hurry?" The leader just happened to walk to the bedroom door and bumped into Wu Simiao who was walking out.

Wu Simiao stopped and smiled coquettishly, "I'll go and apologize to you."

"Slippery tongue." The leader knew Wu Simiao was lying to please her, but she simply raised her hand and tapped Wu Simiao's forehead before continuing, "I've imprisoned your righteous fairy in Lichun Pavilion. It's getting late now, so if you want to visit her, have the Left Protector take you there tomorrow."

"Master." Wu Simiao's eyes lit up, "I knew you were the best to me."

"Don't think I will let you go just because you say something nice. This matter is not over yet." The leader said again.

Now Wu Simiao was no longer nervous or alert. After knowing that the leader's solution to Li Fengyi was just to lock her up in her room, she would not worry even if the leader locked her up in a confinement room again.

"Starting tomorrow, you will be copying the religious rules in Chaoyang Palace. When you have copied them a hundred times, you will go to see your fairy."

"Master..." Wu Simiao stretched out the last word, "There are a hundred rules in the sect!"

"If you think my punishment is too light, then starting today, copy it three hundred times."

"Ouch." As soon as the leader finished speaking, Wu Simiao immediately covered his right wrist and walked to the bed, "Master, my hand hurts. I think I need to rest for a while."

The leader knew that Wu Simiao was pretending to feel pain from her wound. Besides, she was left-handed, so the pain in her right hand wouldn't affect anything. She squinted at Wu Simiao and told the maid, "Go to the kitchen and serve the meal."

"yes."

Wu Si Miao obediently followed the leader to eat dinner. After dinner, the leader watched over her while she changed the medicine. After seeing the leader off, Wu Si Miao said to the maids waiting in the room, "You all go out. I'll read a book by myself."

"This..." The maids looked hesitant. They were ordered by the leader to pay attention to the saint's every move.

"What? Do you think my words are useless just because the leader punished me? The leader can punish me to the confinement room, and I can punish you too." Wu Simiao threatened with a cold face. After she finished speaking, she walked straight to the bookcase without even looking at the maids' expressions, picked up a travel journal at random, and sat down at the desk.

No one in the Jiashi Cult would dare to look down on Wu Simiao. Everyone knew she was being groomed to be the next Cult Leader. Furthermore, the maids had witnessed more than once today how much the Cult Leader valued the Saint. They had no doubt that even if the Saint wanted to change the Cult's rules, the Cult Leader would easily agree, not to mention the lives of the maids themselves.

The maids did not dare to offend Wu Simiao, and begged for mercy one after another: "Then we servants will not disturb the Saint from studying. We will guard the door. If you need anything, just call us."

As soon as the words fell, the maids lowered their heads and left one by one, closing the door of the room.

After hearing the sound of the door opening and closing, Wu Simiao sat at the table and pretended to read for a while. After a while, he raised his voice to ask the maid to add tea and cut candles. When the maid left again, Wu Simiao put down the book in his hand, left through the window, and walked quickly towards the east.

As soon as Wu Simiao's voice disappeared from Chaoyang Hall, the Left Protector quickly came to the leader's side. She lowered her voice and said, "You guessed right. The Saint Girl has indeed gone to Lichun Pavilion."

The leader was playing chess with herself at the time. When she heard the words of the left protector, her expression did not change and she continued to make moves with the white chess piece in her hand.

The Left Protector was somewhat unsure of the Sect Leader's intentions. She thought for a moment and then said, "Sister, do you want me to...

"No need." The leader dropped another black piece, "Go and listen to what the Saint said to that fairy."

The leader's eyes were still on the chessboard as she spoke. Although it seemed that there were only her and the Left Protector in the room, the Left Protector knew that these words were not meant for her.

As the leader finished speaking, a faint breath disappeared in the corner of Chaoyang Hall.