When Nan Mo was working as a jailer in the Ministry of Justice, he heard the jailer talk about a man who was tortured terribly.
"That bitch thinks the shit the Duke of Zhenguo poops smells good!"
The jailer's ridicule made Nan Mo feel very uncomfortable.
Although he had no contact with the assassin named Chaomu.
But he had seen the man's eyes.
It was so peaceful before I was blinded by the smoke.
Even with a soldering iron and a nail board in front of him, he was like a pool of stagnant water.
How could such a person be as despicable as the prison boss said?
Now, by chance in this day and night, he had the honor to become the stone thrown into the stagnant water.
Nan Mo witnessed the dead body suddenly come back to life. He attributed all this unreasonableness to the awakening of the soul.
Just like what the wizard of their tribe said.
Only by driving away the evil spirits that occupy the soul can the true self awaken.
At this time, the hateful evil spirit appeared again.
Nan Mo stared at Chu Mu nervously, afraid that he would break out of the window in a moment of impulse and throw himself into that man's arms.
Chu Mu raised his hand!
He used his inner strength to shake open the wooden seal on the window!
"No!" Nan Mo stretched out his hand to stop him.
"Ah tui!"
Chu Mu forced the window half open. He stood behind the window, supporting his chin and smiling at Xu Zhi downstairs.
"Brother, do you make keys? How many keys do you make? Do you make keys?"
When Xu Zhi saw Chu Mu, his first reaction was not to be puzzled by the incomprehensible question.
Instead, he stared unhappily at Chu Mu's snow-white shoulders, which were exposed because his clothes were torn by Nan Mo.
The system's repair ability was quite realistic. In order to avoid being exposed, Lao Ba repaired Chu Mu's internal injuries, but most of the marks on his skin remained.
So at this time, there were still red whip marks on Chu Mu's shoulders.
The interweaving of red and white is more seductive than red alone, and can also arouse the desire to conquer in some people.
Xu Zhi took a breath silently: "Chao Chao, put on your clothes."
[Hey, this crazy duke controls everything, and even cares about what I wear? This guy's style is just too strong.]
Chu Mu thought to himself while fanning his nose with his hand.
Nan Mo felt Chu Mu's disgust towards Xu Zhi, and his mood immediately brightened.
He looked at the scar on Chu Mu's shoulder and felt more and more uncomfortable. He found a black cloak from the cupboard in this room and put it on Chu Mu with his own hands.
From Xu Zhi's position, he could only see a pair of men's arms going around Chu Mu's chest from behind, and considerately helping him tie the belt.
"Thanks."
Chu Mu was indeed a little cold, and Nan Mo's cloak was just the right amount for him.
Xu Zhi saw with his own eyes that Chu Mu turned his face slightly and showed the smile that was originally reserved for the Duke of Zhenguo to the people behind him.
The man's extremely handsome eyebrows and eyes were quickly filled with hatred.
"Chao Mu! I'll give you one more chance, come down here right now! Come back to me..."
"I don't want it," Chu Mu shook his head like a rattle before Xu Zhi finished speaking, "I'm not a masochist. I don't want to be a good person and run away to be someone else's dog."
"Chao Mu!" Xu Zhi's patience finally ran out. "Alright, you forced me to do this. Come on! Bring them all up here!"
Click.
As this order was issued, Chu Mu's heart seemed to skip a beat.
A very bad premonition came over me.
Chu Mu's intuition told him that he should fight his way out and leave this dangerous place as soon as possible.
However, his feet seemed to be nailed to the spot.
clang clang.
There was a dull shuffling of chains.
“Hurry up!”
A small leader of the imperial guards was holding a thick black chain in his hand, the other end of which was connected to a heavy wooden yoke.
The old man under it staggered with every step he took.
Chu Mu saw the old man's face clearly in an instant.
{Mumu, this person is my original body's teacher and my only concern in Daxia.}
Chu Mu didn't even need to remind him, a brief plot content entered his stream of consciousness.
The old man in front of him had been the original body's teacher since the Duke of Zhenguo brought Chaomu back to train him to be the substitute of the Hidden King.
The relationship between the two is naturally good.
Otherwise, Chu Mu wouldn’t have such a big emotional reaction now.
More importantly, Lao Ba also specifically told him that during the days when Chao Mu was imprisoned in the Ministry of Justice, the old man, regardless of his health, knelt outside the Yinwang Palace for three days and three nights, holding the plaque bestowed by the late king...
"Xu Zhi!"
Before Chu Mu could even open his mouth, the white-haired old man yelled, "You're really unworthy of the title of Duke of Zhenguo by using a dying old man like me to threaten Chao Mu!"
The old man glared at him with a look of indignation on his face.
"Xiao Chaomu—you don't have to be burdened by an old man like me. The sky is high and birds can fly freely, the sea is wide and fish can jump freely. Just go!"
When the old man was young, he was a famous scholar in Daxia, and the students who came to study with him almost broke down his door.
He was once the teacher of the previous king. If he had not resigned from office and retired, he would probably be extremely powerful now.
"Xiao Chaomu, I have said before that you are the most insightful and intelligent student I have ever met in my life. You have the talent to govern the world, and your ability is no less than mine."
The old man became more and more agitated.
"I teach you poetry and literature, not to see you submit to an evil man and become his pawn and lackey!"
"Well said!"
In the silence, Xu Zhi was the first to applaud.
"Mr. Hua truly possesses the demeanor of a national teacher... You taught Chao Chao so well, and I haven't even thanked you properly..."
As he spoke, Xu Zhi had already drawn the sword from his waist.
"stop!"
Chu Mu gathered his internal strength, pushed open the half-covered window and jumped down.
Nan Mo's heart tightened, and he was about to jump down, but suddenly he felt dizzy and his vision was blurred.
He quickly grabbed the wall with both hands and managed to stand steadily.
When Chu Mu jumped in front of Xu Zhi, a trace of confusion flashed across the man's dark eyes.
He rubbed his eyebrows and met Chu Mu's eyes, who was on guard.
"You—finally decided to come down."
Whack!
The surrounding imperial guards all drew their swords.
The blades were cold, all pointed at Chu Mu.
"Little Chaomu!" the old man said anxiously, "Don't worry about me, just go!"
Chu Mu smiled, looking into the old man's eyes calmly: "Teacher, you taught me morality, how could I do something unkind and unjust?"
"—You're confused!" The old man shook his head sadly. "Never mind. We're master and disciple, and I'll be your companion on your journey to the underworld. You won't be left alone..."
Chu Mu really wanted to say, no, I don’t want to die at all.
But looking at the old man's tragic demeanor, he felt that saying it out loud would ruin the atmosphere.
Chu Mu just stood there awkwardly and didn't say anything.
The soldiers surrounding him were all on high alert, waiting for the next instructions from the Duke of Zhenguo.
However, after waiting for a long time, they only saw Xu Zhi, who had fallen off his horse, holding his forehead...
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