Layers of imperial guards.
The soldier took Jiu Ye's token and went forward.
There were dozens of stairs going down.
Going around a thousand times.
It is dark and damp, and the stone walls are uneven.
The water drips.
It's dark and cold here.
In the death row, Duan Qinghong from Duanjiazhuang was locked in a water dungeon with his limbs tied with chains.
The soldier holding the Nine Master's token quickly ran over and whispered to Lu Zhenzhi, "Master, Miss Fu promised the daughter of the Jian family to visit the Jian residence."
"Um."
The soldier continued, "The daughter of the Jian family said that she would let Miss Fu stay with her at the Jian residence tonight, recite poems, drink evening tea, and admire the spring moon. She also said that the doctor at the Jian residence would cure Miss Fu's eyes and let her stay with her for a long time."
Lu Zhenzhi turned around and looked at the soldier with lowered eyebrows: "It depends on what the general says."
"General Yu meant that if she wanted to go, she could go and he would protect her."
Lu Zhenzhi rubbed his hands and hummed lightly: "Jian Mansion. Well, you go down."
"Yes, Master Jiu."
The soldier retreated.
Lu Zhenzhi took out a key and opened the door of the water dungeon.
"Qixuan, come here."
King Hui was just wondering when he heard his Ninth Uncle calling him. He quickly responded by walking across the stone slab in the water and into the iron cage: "Ninth Uncle."
Deputy General Xiao stood outside, sword drawn, and looked around.
Lu Zhenzhi pinched Duan Qinghong's chin: "Look at his face and see if it has been touched..."
King Hui was stunned. He looked at Master Jiu, then at Duan Qinghong with messy hair. At this time, the man was covered in blood.
Lu Zhenzhi said calmly: "Why? Isn't this your unique skill? There's no one else here, I want you to see if he is really Duan Qinghong."
"Ninth Uncle suspects he's a fake?"
Lu Zhenzhi pinched his chin. This man had been dead for two days.
"Well. Try to see if you can peel his face off."
"ah?"
Lu Zhenzhi: "Why are you so slow? No wonder Tong'er doesn't like you, hurry up! Peel off your face!"
King Hui was so frightened that he nodded "yes", raised his hand, walked over and touched the face of the corpse.
Lu Zhenzhi pulled the corpse's hair back, revealing its entire face.
King Hui said, "I need some hot water."
Lu Zhenzhi: "Does the Thousand-Faced Paladin need hot water to peel his face?"
King Hui's pupils dilated again and he took two steps back in shock.
"How did the Ninth Prince know..."
"Do things." Lu Zhenzhi emphasized, "No wonder Tong'er said you talk too much nonsense. Now it seems that you do talk too much nonsense. Men should talk less and do more. Too much talk means incompetence."
King Hui was hesitant. If he didn't use hot water, he would have to rely on his internal strength, and then his ninth uncle would see through him.
"Hurry up, my hands are sore!" Lu Zhenzhi put it down and walked to the side. "Do it yourself, be quick! Qixuan, I know exactly how much you weigh."
“!!”
"What are you looking at! Hurry up and get started! You still want to follow me into battle... Humph, you're so slow! If I asked you to blow up a bunker, would you keep me waiting until dawn?! Huh?!"
King Hui no longer hesitated, walked a little further, and gathered all his energy, turning upstream, gathering it at Dantian, upstream -
He raised his right arm, turned it against the current, pressed it into his right shoulder, and then along his arm and forearm, gathered it between his five fingers, and with all five fingers together, pushed the wind and rotated it, so that the corpse's hair was blown to the back of his head by the strong wind.
Duan Qinghong's face was bulging with cells of red blood!
One after another!
It’s as if there are countless giant blisters under the skin!
Lu Zhenzhi folded his arms and watched calmly from the side.
Suddenly, King Hui withdrew his palm—
The face that originally resembled Duan Qinghong flew down and landed in the water dungeon.
Another face revealed!
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