Desert, full moon
The silver moonlight shines on the undulating sand dunes. Everything is silent and the night sky is clear.
In the ancient city located on the sand dunes, Fu Qingyang felt like he was sinking into an endless abyss in the prison. He wanted to wake up but he was sinking uncontrollably.
I don’t know how long it was before the cool and stimulating feeling woke him up. He greedily swallowed a few mouthfuls of the water around his mouth, and his soul returned to his place.
Fu Qingyang opened his eyes with difficulty, he felt pain all over his body and his bones seemed to be falling apart.
A level 8 master doesn't even have the strength to move a finger.
"Envoy, you are awake"
A hooded head came closer, a look of concern.
"Deputy Envoy Jiang!" Fu Qingyang subconsciously called out the other party's identity, and a short and broken memory came flooding back.
His identity was an envoy of the Tang Dynasty named Wang Ce. He was on a mission to India on behalf of the Tang Dynasty. As a result, he encountered civil strife in India and the king of India died in the strife.
The rebels who proclaimed themselves kings looted the diplomatic missions and stole the valuables gifted to India by the Tang Dynasty.
More than 30 members of the delegation, including Wang Ce, fought desperately, but the enemy was too large in number and too strong, so they were all captured and temporarily detained in the prison of this ancient city.
The wound on Fu Qingyang's body was caused by the resistance.
"Envoy Wang, you're awake!" More people gathered around, all members of the delegation.
The night in the desert was extremely cold, and the prison was simple and leaky, making the members of the delegation imprisoned there shiver with cold.
They had huddled together in a corner to cuddle and keep each other warm.
Fu Qingyang sensed the condition of his body. He had multiple fractures, bleeding internal organs, and his cultivation was sealed. He only had extraordinary combat power.
The overall situation is terrible.
Immediately, he opened the task interface and checked the copy task.
The main task is for him to take back the tribute from the court.
The side quest is to escape from prison.
Note: Before the mission is completed, you are not allowed to return to the Tang Dynasty, and you are not allowed to report this history to the Tang Dynasty.
Fu Qingyang knew clearly that the correct strategy was to borrow troops from Tubo and wipe out the rebel forces in Tianzhu.
He silently planned out the steps of the attack in his mind: one, escape from prison. Two, go to Tubo. Three, borrow troops to attack India.
The plot of the dungeon is not pure history, so adjustments will definitely be made. Borrowing troops from Tubo will not be so quick. It will inevitably go through a series of crises and tests.
Attacking Tianzhu will be a decisive battle. It is not clear how many level nine warriors Tianzhu has at present.
Of course, these are all later stories. The most urgent task is to escape from prison.
Fu Qingyang moved his body and immediately felt a sharp pain. Even with his extraordinary physique, his life would be in danger if he did not receive timely treatment.
Of course, Fu Qingyang’s gang warehouse is not short of props for the wood demon profession and diluted life essence.
"I'm fine, don't worry." He said weakly to comfort the gathered delegation members.
Fu Qingyang did not treat his injuries immediately. Instead, he moved his eyes to the wooden fence and listened attentively.
As a scout, observing the environment is instinctive.
This prison was not built underground, but was a row of low brick houses on the surface, with walls on three sides, an earthen fence, and another fence opposite the fence.
There was an armored guard five meters away from the cell, standing next to a blazing torch, using the torch to keep warm.
Every quarter of an hour, a team of six people patrols.
There were eight guards on both sides of the corridor. The major professions did not have escape skills at the extraordinary stage, so it was impossible to escape from the prison without alerting the guards.
It is not difficult to deal with eight people, but to deal with them at the same time without alerting them is impossible with my current state and level. If I want to escape from the prison, I can only use my wits.
Fu Qingyang thought for a few seconds, then approached the fence and said weakly to the nearest guard, "I am an envoy from the Tang Dynasty. May I trouble you to do me a favor?"
The guard ignored him.
"If you can help me, I will give you wealth and glory." Fu Qingyang gasped for breath after every sentence, as if even speaking had become a burden.
The guard then spoke up, "You are wanted criminals that the king values. I will not let you go."
"Your Excellency has misunderstood." Fu Qingyang coughed a few times and said with difficulty: "I am seriously injured. If I don't get treatment, I won't live until tomorrow. When I entered the city, I left a magic weapon in a secret place. It can cure diseases and injuries. If you help me get it, I will reward you handsomely."
The guard's eyes lit up when he heard this. He looked around and leaned over to whisper, "If you really have such a magic weapon, I will get it for you. The Indians keep their promises and never lie."
As he spoke, he looked at Fu Qingyang in the firelight. The Tang envoy had a pale face and bloodless lips. He was definitely not going to live long.
Fu Qingyang lowered his voice and whispered in his ear for a while. The guard who got the exact address left immediately. When passing by the torch, he said to his companion: "I'm going to the toilet."
He didn't even look at the envoy from the Tang Dynasty. The only thing in his mind was the magic weapon to treat injuries and diseases.
After he left, Fu Qingyang called the guard again and said, "Brave warrior of the Indian Kingdom, I am an envoy of the Tang Dynasty. Can you please come over and talk to me?"
The guard strode over, looked at the man from the Tang Dynasty who was about to die, and asked, "What's the matter?"
Fu Qingyang repeated what he had just said to him. The guard turned around and left. "I'm going to the toilet!"
This cycle repeated four times. After sending away the four guards, the remaining four guards were a little puzzled. They thought that these guys must have secretly cooked for themselves at night, otherwise why would they have stomachaches at the same time.
In the cell, Fu Qingyang took out a green gem and swallowed it, then took out an injection of diluted life fluid and injected it into the carotid artery.
After sitting cross-legged quietly for ten seconds, he opened his eyes and said in a cold voice, "Warriors of India, I am an envoy of the Tang Dynasty. I have been deceived. I have been deceived by the four of you. You have swindled me of the location where five thousand taels of gold were buried. Please help me."
The guard closest to the buried site of the five thousand taels of gold came over subconsciously and shouted, "What did you say?" The other three guards saw this and rushed over, fearing that their colleagues would hear the buried site and they would not know it.
Fu Qingyang opened the inventory, grabbed a crossbow and pulled the trigger in a flash.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Four strings sounded, and four people fell down.
Fu Qingyang put away the crossbow, grabbed a wide-bladed short knife, cut the iron chain fiercely, opened the prison door, turned around and looked at the dumbfounded envoys, and said lightly: "You stay here. Tianzhu is afraid of the Tang Dynasty and dare not kill people easily. I will go out to get reinforcements. The guards here are strict. More than 30 people acting together will not be able to escape. And facing the escaped prisoners, the guards will definitely kill them without mercy. It's better to stay in prison."
"Sir Wang, you must be careful. Sir Wang, you must come back to save us." Amid the calls of the crowd, Fu Qingyang disappeared into the night before the patrolling soldiers arrived.
The one who just pushed the door in was Sektia
But how did she know it was mine? I had already left in advance, and the love profession does not have the ability to divination.
It was some special prop that Zhang Yuanqing instinctively tensed up his nerves, and many thoughts flashed through his mind. He looked confused and said, "Oh, beautiful goddess, I don't understand what you mean!"
Sektia closed the simple wooden door, sat on the bed, took a deep breath, and smiled: "This is the smell, Amini, I always remember the smell of you, it just appeared in the storage room. Your denial and lies cannot change the reality."
Zhang Yuanqing was silent for a second, then simply admitted, "Yes, Sektia, I went in there."
Sektia stared at him in silence for half a minute. The beautiful goddess raised her lips and said, "Why did you approach your mother's residence? You should know that it is taboo there."
"I sensed it!" Zhang Yuanqing answered honestly.
His words made Secettia stop smiling and frown.
After a while, she said in a puzzled tone:
"Normally, you shouldn't be able to sense it. Although you are the offspring of the goddess of beauty, you are not a woman because you inherited the characteristics of your mother's desire."
It is not a woman, so it cannot sense it. It has inherited some of the abilities of the goddess of beauty, so it is possible to sense it.
Zhang Yuanqing analyzed these two key pieces of information from Secchiya's words.
The things in the basement seem to be related to the goddess of beauty. In this case, the attack on Paphos Island by the followers of the God of Light has nothing to do with the basement and is purely a personal vendetta.
The God of Light should look down on things related to the profession of love.
"I did sense it, but it has nothing to do with the bloodline of the goddess of beauty. It's myself..." Zhang Yuanqing thought of this and suddenly stopped.
Perhaps the reason why I can sense its fluctuations is not only because of my high status, but it is also possible that the blood of the goddess of beauty has played a role. So, what on earth is that thing!
Zhang Yuanqing asked curiously:
"I don't know why I can sense it. What is in the storage room?"
Seketia's face straightened and she said, "This is not something you should know, Amini. I want you to promise me that you will never go near the storage room again. Otherwise, even if you are my child, I will expel you from Paphos Island."
At this point, Zhang Yuanqing had no choice but to bow and respond: "Yes! Beautiful Secettiya, your opinion is my will."
Sektia nodded with satisfaction, resumed her smiling attitude, and said: "One last question, how did you get into the storage room? You didn't even unlock it?"
Zhang Yuanqing barely hesitated or paused before answering, "The treasure-seeking traveler gave me the ability to enter."
He put the blame on the Void profession. With Secettia's knowledge and status, he must have known about the existence of the Void.
Sektia didn't ask any more questions. She nodded and walked towards the door. When she was about to open it, she suddenly stopped and turned around and smiled:
"I heard that you successfully completed the task. Amini, I admire your ability, but I advise you not to provoke Cupid again, otherwise, your punishment will not be as simple as letting you and Heracliene have fun."
Zhang Yuanqing was stunned. What does that mean?
Sectea glanced at Heraclea and raised her bright red lips. "You and Heraclea are in love. It was Cupid who did it!"
She made a gesture of drawing a bow.
"He wants you to break the taboo, both as a prank and to control you. He can expel you from Paphos at any time if he wants." Sektia said:
"Cupid dare not offend me. If you can't bear the lust at night and want to have fun, you can actually come to me, just like that night, you pestered me until dawn."