Dressed as the hero Bai Yueguang, I defeated the villain

Li Muhe finally gave up the idea of ​​showing his presence in front of Yan Shijun after being rejected by Yan Shijun's No. 20 times and threatening suicide ten times.And Yan Shijun was not too restrained, but had the privilege to move around the entire Luoxiao Palace, but he had to follow the guards when he went out.Yan Shijun didn't want to say anything, so he just let him follow all the way from the Palace of Never Night to the back garden.

The weather in early spring has warmed up slightly, and the flowers in the garden are full of buds ready to bloom, and green buds are also emerging.Yan Shijun stood under the tree, letting the cool wind of early spring blow over his face, his heart sank slightly: If it weren't for this accident, he should go to the back mountain to collect herbs now, and Shen Chichuan should be busy too Renovating the clinic, that's right; the old doctor said that he will teach Baiqing acupuncture and moxibustion in the beginning of this year...

Yan Shijun smiled slightly, a teardrop slid down his face and fell to the ground.

But that's all gone.

When he came back to his senses, the tears on his face had dried up, and it hurt a little.Turning around, he accidentally caught a glimpse of the corner of his clothes in the corner of his eyes.

Yan Shijun said coldly to the guard behind him: "You step back first."

The guard showed embarrassment: "This..."

Yan Shijun put on a cold face, and said sarcastically, "Do you want to follow me when I go to the latrine?"

The guard didn't expect Yan Shijun's sudden words, bowed slightly awkwardly, and stepped aside.

Yan Shijun followed that figure through the corner, and in the corner stood a hunched figure.

He turned his head, and the scars on his face made people gasp.

Shangwen.

When he saw Yan Shijun, before he could speak, he knelt down in front of Yan Shijun, crying in his voice, "Young Master Yan, I'm sorry..."

Yan Shijun sneered: "You should kneel, not me."

Shangwen was already choked with crying, a particularly terrifying scarred face mixed with snot and tears all over his face was extremely funny, he trembled, rubbed the ground with his knees to rub against the ground in front of Yan Shijun, and tugged at the hem of his clothes: "I'm sorry, my sister is in his hands. She is still young. I can't help it. I'm sorry..."

Most of the hidden guards and fighters in Luoxiao Palace are lonely desperadoes. They have no burdens, no worries, no feelings, and they don’t even have much connection with this world. Even if they die, they have nothing to do. Nostalgia.Shangwen is one of the very few people who have relatives alive, maybe because he has cared for him, he is a little more humane than those dark guards who are drifting like duckweed.It was these few traces of humanity that made him dream of the few days when he was cared for and taken care of after Nancheng was destroyed.

The more so, the guilt climbed and spread along the whole heart under the nourishment of that layer of conscience, and when he came back to his senses, that layer of repression had wrapped him up and he couldn't breathe.

Yan Shijun didn't dodge. He looked down at the man crying beside his legs, and his voice was terribly deep: "So? How should we count the lives of so many people in Nancheng? Who should I ask for compensation?"

Without further ado, this world is like this, with layers of cause and effect connecting everyone, and the lack of any link will not create the current result.Shangwen was arrested, his sister was forced to betray Shen Chichuan and implicated Nancheng, and those people in Nancheng were just ordinary people. They worked hard all their lives to maintain their lives and never harmed anyone. What about them?Wrong again?

Yan Shijun closed his eyes, and finally there was a little more choking in his voice: "Forget it, you go, I don't want to see you."

Shangwen knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times. He put all his guilt towards Nancheng in these three kowtows: "Mr. Yan, I asked someone to transfer me to the dungeon. I can get in touch with Shen Chichuan. It means, if there is anything I can use, I will help you."

"Even if it takes my life, I'm willing."

Seeing that Yan Shijun did not leave, Shang Wen knew that he was hesitating, and continued: "I inquired about the habits of the leader. At this time, the leader is being interrogated in the dungeon. He will meet the new mountain leader later in the evening. He will not go to the dungeon. Late is opportunity."

Yan Shijun looked back at him, his eyes were dim, Shang Wen lowered his head: "I know you don't believe me, but...but..."

But he couldn't think of a suitable reason to increase his credit value for a long time, and he smiled bitterly in his heart: where does he have the qualifications to make him believe?

Yan Shijun's figure slowly receded, and his voice floated in the air: "Midnight, you are here at the Palace of No Nights, don't let others know."

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The night sky was covered with dark clouds. At first glance, there were not even a single star. Even the moon was hidden behind the clouds. The sky was heavy and oppressive as if it wanted to rain.The guard guarding Yan Shijun's door yawned twice in a row, and stared at the figure reflected on the window with all his strength.

The guard secretly sighed: Could it be that it will last all night?

Just when he was leaning against the pillar, and his upper eyelid was about to have an intimate contact with his lower eyelid, Yan Shijun's voice came from inside the door: "I'm hungry."

The guard cursed secretly in his heart: What the hell!

But he still resigned to his fate and left the door, ordering the attendants who were guarding the door of the Nightless Hall to prepare meals.After a while, an attendant walked to the door carrying a food box.

The attendant lowered his head, he couldn't see his face clearly in the dark night, the guard didn't ask any more questions, just opened the food box and glanced at it, and let him in without any abnormality.The shadows of the two people reflected on the window overlapped for a moment, and the attendant came out with his head down and the lunch box in his hands. He slightly bowed his hands to the guard, and walked out slowly.

The guard glanced at the window, the shadow was still reflected on it, there was nothing wrong.

The attendant who left walked out with slow steps, and immediately turned a corner after leaving the Palace of Never Night, and walked towards the dungeon.

The attendant who entered the door just now was disguised as Shang Wen, and they exchanged identities when their shadows overlapped for a moment. At this time, Yan Shijun was wearing Shang Wen's signboard, and entered the dungeon without hindrance.

This dungeon is all made of black iron, without any temperature at all.Entering the door is a long and narrow corridor, the lights on both sides are dim and dim, and the air is filled with a smell of rancidity and feces, which is disgusting.Going further inside, there is a thick smell of blood in this strange mixed smell.

"Hey!" Someone called him from behind, Yan Shijun's body shook, and he pretended to be calm and turned his head. This man had a long sword on his waist, and his clothes were more complicated than his. It seemed that he was equivalent to a prison boss.

The prison chief said to Yan Shijun: "You, go to the innermost few patrol rooms!"

Yan Shijun nodded slightly, half of his face was hidden in the shadow, and the man turned his head away in disgust without looking too much.

Yan Shijun obeyed his words and walked to the deepest point, and caught a few voices from behind by the way.

Only one person whispered: "Shen Chichuan is a lunatic, he has already hurt several brothers, this kid can't help but beat him when he sees it, what if he can't stand it and dies inside?"

The prison boss said: "Crazy? Shen Chichuan was beaten half to death by the leader today, and more than 40 broken bone nails were thrown inside. Can he become crazy? You care so much about that kid, why don't you go? "

The man hurriedly refused: "No, no, I don't dare to go inside."

The sneering sound of the cell boss gradually faded away, and Yan Shijun's legs became more and more heavy: Shen Chichuan was injured with more than 40 broken bone nails, so what will happen to him now?

Yan Shijun walked along the passage to the depths of the dungeon. The people in the deepest part of the dungeon were all lunatics. He had been in this place for an unknown number of years. He stared at him with a slobbering grin.

Yan Shijun didn't care about anything, he desperately searched for the familiar figure through layers of iron bars, until he saw the man covered in scars in the innermost cell.

Both hands and feet were tied with wrist-thick iron chains, and his plain white clothes were already filthy, with shocking bloodstains on them, and the two blood-stained white gauzes on his wrists made Yan Shijun's heart tremble even more. .Shen Chichuan leaned against the wall, his always tense back drooping lifelessly, his black hair messily scattered on his cheeks, covering his face, Yan Shijun didn't even know if he was still alive or not.

"Shen...Shen Chichuan..."

Shen Chichuan's whole body was shocked, he turned his head incredulously, and met Yan Shijun's eyes.

Behind him is the gaze of the cell boss watching from a distance, Yan Shijun can't stay for long, they can't even say a word, they can only suppress their inner desires, separated by an iron fence, but it seems to be separated by a world.

In this short meeting of eyes, all their longings, heartaches, and unwillingness were fused...

Shen Chichuan was a little helpless and wanted to come over, but Li Muhe nailed a bone-breaking nail on his body, and the nail went deep into the flesh as soon as he moved, and before he got up, he fell hard to the ground, the pain was so painful that he didn't even Enemy half points.

Yan Shijun's heart was tightly gripped, the pain made it difficult for him to breathe, he could only bite his lower lip desperately to keep himself from making a sound.

"Have you finished patrolling? You can't come out from inside!" The prison chief shouted at him from a distance, Yan Shijun bent over, bowed to the prison chief, got up and left.

A small package rolled quietly to Shen Chichuan's feet.

It was a small medicine bottle, and a short knife, with a note:

There is already a way to escape, you just need to recharge your batteries and wait for my reply.Inside the bottle is medicine, which can heal injuries. Someone will deliver medicine to you at noon every day, and you must take it every day.Remember: Be sure to protect yourself.

Shen Chichuan opened the medicine bottle, and there was a strong smell of herbs in it, mixed with traces of almost inaudible blood.Shen Chichuan didn't suspect anything else, and just threw his head up.

Outside the dungeon, Yan Shijun, who had already come out, looked at his palm under the dim moonlight. It was a fresh knife mark.