He suddenly opened his eyes, and a flash of red fire flashed in his eyes.
He saw a group of invisible evil spirits floating over from the outside world, and a cold aura filled the underground prison. The other jailers seemed to have sensed something.
Because the Jinyiwei Xiaoqi, who was playing mahjong with others, muttered: "Damn, blowing such a weird wind in the middle of the night in this prison while others are celebrating, this is really inhumane."
"Yeah, this prison is freezing cold. My hands and feet are getting cold after being here for so long."
In Zhang Yuntu's eyes, the evil spirit swaggered past them, and the cold evil spirit's aura brushed across their bodies, making the blood in their bodies like a fire blown by the wind.
However, the Jinyiwei who came here to guard tonight were all quite good at martial arts. The worst one had reached the level of breaking bones through the Book of Changes. Among ordinary people, they were considered to be extremely strong and could fight against tigers and leopards.
If such evil spirits blew past them, at most they would just feel a little cold. If ordinary people were treated like this by evil spirits, they would probably get a serious illness.
Some of the Confucian disciples had fallen in love with evil spirits and died an untimely death.
This state is normal.
Zhang Mingtu originally did not want to interfere, but the spy from the Kingdom of the Rising Sun spent so much time and energy, wanting to die with a bloody knife in the Jinyiwei prison.
I think Blood Knife should know a lot of things that the spies of the Kingdom of the Rising Sun don't want the Jinyiwei to know.
It was too late when the future brother discovered it before, but now Zhang Mingtu has the opportunity to change it.
After thinking for a moment, Zhang Mingtu walked out of the house. The Jinyiwei who were drinking, eating meat, chatting and playing mahjong were shocked and hurried over to pay their respects.
Zhang Mingtu waved his hand, signaling them to play by themselves.
"This prison is so gloomy. I feel a bit cold after staying in here for so long. I'm going to go out for a walk. You guys can just have fun."
Despite saying this, a small flag player below still dropped the mahjong in his hand and followed Zhang Mingtu around the prison for a few rounds.
After seeing that Zhang Mingtu was really just strolling around, he expressed his loyalty to Zhang Mingtu again. After Zhang Mingtu's several persuasions, he returned to the poker table.
Zhang Ming walked around the cell naturally, focusing his attention mainly inside the cell.
After practicing the Acala Sutra once, Zhang Mingtu's senses became sharper, especially when he was burning with anger, all six senses seemed to be greatly enhanced.
He originally had a strong sensitivity to evil spirits, and with the blessing of the Acala Sutra, he became even more sensitive.
He could already feel that the evil spirit was getting closer and closer to the cell, and it had made several attempts in the cell, and the evil spirit had circled around the relevant areas with visible and dark sentinels.
Zhang Mingtu even discovered several secret sentries hiding in the dark by observing the evil spirits.
"It seems that they are also very familiar with the Jinyiwei Prison. I wonder who else is leaning towards them."
Zhang Mingtu secretly made a judgment in his mind based on his inference.
How many people from Daxia have joined the Kingdom of the Rising Sun is still a mystery, and Zhang Mingtu does not dare to make a judgment easily.
All we know is that a large number of people are connected to the Kingdom of the Rising Sun. After all, the Kingdom of the Rising Sun and Daxia have been in contact for hundreds of years, and various connections have not been severed.
Daxia had experienced several periods of prosperity and had even sent a powerful fleet out to sea, but encountered huge storms and the voyage was aborted.
The evil spirit checked the underground cell of the Jinyiwei, and finally rushed into the cell of Xuedao without any concealment.
Blood Knife in the cell seemed to sense something, and his head, which was originally drooping due to the chains, was slightly raised.
A cold aura approached his body. With the sharp mind of a Blood Sword Grandmaster, he could detect traces of evil.
In the past, such evil spirits would not dare to approach him when his energy and blood were strong. Even if they got close to him, they would be chopped off by him, and even their spirit and thoughts would be shattered. But now, his power as a master has been completely destroyed, and his body has suffered a great blow. His scapula has been locked up and his energy and blood cannot be mobilized. The evil spirit attacked at this time, and he could clearly see it, but he had no way to stop it.
He raised his head and opened his mouth to call for help, but his whole body turned cold. A cold air blocked his throat, making it impossible for him to make a sound. His eyes bulged out like a dying fish on the shore. He could hear a chuckle in his throat, but he could not utter a word.
Under the influence of his powerful mental will, his body couldn't help but twitch violently, causing the chains around him to rattle. He wanted to use this action to attract the attention of the jailer.
As a result, all I could hear was the jailer's shouting.
"Big, big, I guessed this time it would be big."
"Hey, it's Xiao, I'm going to kill you all this time, it's your turn to drink!"
The noisy sound made the sound of the chains sliding completely unnoticed, and Hongji's heart sank to the bottom.
At this moment, he felt a chill in his chest. The inexplicable evil had invaded his heart, and the cold thought made his body shiver uncontrollably.
The originally clear thoughts in my mind suddenly became a little dull.
He felt the approach of death, but he was not afraid much. Instead, he felt more unwilling. The evil spirits that he could easily crush to death in the past had become their death warrant today.
He was like a dough, being kneaded at will.
This feeling made him extremely uncomfortable.
He could die at the hands of a martial arts master, at the hands of a world-famous figure, at the hands of a captain of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, or even at the hands of a top constable of the Six Gates.
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