The shadow of the country

Mu Yan looked around, the dungeon was full of creepy instruments of torture, it would be a lie to say that he wasn't afraid.But now he is deeply in the hands of the traitor, what can he do?No matter how much pain he has to suffer, he will eventually endure the pain.

After the jailer finished speaking, he roughly pulled Mu Yan up from the ground, handcuffed him and fixed him on the rack, and took a long and thin leather whip.Another jailer saw that the skin on Mu Yan's back was as smooth as new, like the petals of a daffodil.A trace of fear finally flashed in his eyes, so he couldn't help but smile sinisterly, "Such thin skin and tender flesh, it would be a pity to break it." As he spoke, his hands touched Mu Yan's cheek again, but Mu Yan couldn't move at all now. , had to desperately turn his head to avoid.

"The dungeon of Kunhe Palace is hidden, and no one knows about it. Even if a musician is missing in the palace, he won't find it here. Now it's too late to regret it. Have you thought about it?" A jailer said coldly.Although Mu Yan was in a daze, he was still shocked when he heard it, but he just lowered his head silently and said nothing more.

Seeing this, the jailer only sneered, and did not try to persuade him anymore.The scorching and sharp whip pierced the air and roared like a tongue of fire, tearing the clothes and inserting them into the flesh.In an instant, a bloodstain appeared, with fresh blood oozing faintly.Mu Yan wanted to persevere, but unexpectedly, the clenching of his teeth was pried open by this whip.

After more than a dozen lashes, the jailer seemed to be tired, so he finally stopped.He casually threw the whip full of blood into the bucket beside him, and the light red blood streaked in the water instantly. "What I just said, do you need to think about it now?"

"I don't have anything... to consider." Mu Yan lowered his eyes and said with difficulty, panting heavily.At that moment, he couldn't help but seep cold sweat from his back, and the salty sweat slid across the cracked and bleeding welt, and there was another wave of stinging pain.

"Oh, he has a tough temper." The whip in the jailer's hand lightly slid across the raised bloodstains on Mu Yan's body.The smile on the face is also thicker, I don't know whether it is ridicule or approval. "How about we change the method? There are many ways to extract a confession here. But, I don't know how much you can survive."

After hearing that, Mu Yan's face became even paler, but he closed his eyes powerlessly and in despair.He didn't know how long he could support it, and he didn't know if he was doing the right thing.It's just that there is no resistance to such a gentle and peaceful person.Although he was afraid at the moment, if he wanted to help the queen murder that person, he would not be able to accept it all at once.What's more, I have already secretly developed feelings for that person, and all my decisions and insistence have long been exhausted. I just said "time and practice" as a prevarication of judgment.

But at this moment, Yi Lan was still waiting for Mu Yan to come over in Lanling Hall.According to common sense, he should have arrived two hours ago.Today, did he leave the palace by himself?Or... was there an accident?Thinking about it now, he couldn't help standing up and walking outside the hall.

But before he walked out of the palace gate, a person who looked like a maid hurried over.When Yi Lan saw her, her ominous premonition became stronger and stronger.If it wasn't for some emergency, the person I arranged to be with the queen would definitely not come in person like this, so he couldn't help but said in a deep voice: "Is there a problem?"

The maid looked a little anxious, but still tried her best to maintain her composure, whispered a few words to Yi Lan and then turned her head back to Kunhe Palace.After Yi Lan listened, although she still stood there calmly, it was not hard to see the coldness and murderous look in his eyes.After contemplating for a moment, he quickly rushed to the queen's palace with light kung fu.

At this time, the two jailers had already removed Mu Yan from the torture rack, and put a pair of clamp sticks on his calf, but he had been tortured so weakly that he was almost unable to struggle.The moment the jailers on both sides tightened the ropes of the clamp sticks, there was a burst of bone-breaking cramping pain, but Mu Yan had long been unable to cry out, and said in a low trembling voice: "You...kill me..." He didn't know it until the moment, My insistence on my will was so shallow and powerless in front of these criminal laws.

Seeing this, the jailer smiled contemptuously: "You don't need to shout anymore, even the emperor doesn't know that there is a dungeon in Kunhe Palace. Don't expect anyone to find out here, let alone save you..."

Before the jailer could finish his sentence, there was a miserable scream.Mu Yan was startled, turned his head with great difficulty, and saw the man lying on the ground.A deep and long cut in the neck and throat cut off the artery, and the blood flowed out.A pair of eyes were as big as copper bells, as if dying with regret.

Seeing this, Mu Yan was startled, and looked up at the entrance of the dungeon, and it was Yi Lan who had come.That person's appearance was still as elegant and elegant as usual, and he did not attract the common dust, but he seemed to be more cold and chill than usual.

Seeing the current situation, the other jailer also felt bad.Just as he was about to run away, he saw something in the air suddenly turned around and flew towards this direction.Before he had time to see clearly what a powerful weapon it was, the thing had already left a thin line of blood on his throat.After passing by, it continued to fly out to the wooden torture frame on one side, and then deeply embedded in the torture frame, several inches deep.The jailer turned his head suddenly, and before he was about to die, he saw clearly that the "weapon" that took his life was just an ordinary paper folding fan!

At this time, Yi Lan turned her head to look at Mu Yan who was covered with scars on the ground beside her, and hurried over to help him untie the stick on his leg.Mu Yan was stunned for a moment but couldn't speak, and then said after a while, "You...how do you know I'm here?"

Yi Lan shook her head lightly, and was about to hug him up and go out, "Don't think so much, I'll take you back."

But at this moment, the jailer behind Yilan stood up slowly holding his last breath, picked up the long iron rod on the ground and swung it at Yilan with a ferocious face, the jailer was actually cheating death just now!

At this critical moment, Yi Lan's expression is still as calm as water, but her eyes are deeper and invisible.How could he not hear the faint voice behind him?So he made a decisive decision, and quickly pulled out a nail on the torture rack next to him, and without even looking back, he stabbed accurately and ruthlessly at the position one inch below the third rib on the right side of the jailer.

In an instant, the jailer fell to the ground, bleeding profusely.Before he died, he didn't expect that a violent blow from a small iron nail would be enough to kill him in one stroke.

After finishing off the two jailers, Yi Lan took off her coat and wrapped Mu Yan gently.I wanted to carefully avoid his whip wounds, but unexpectedly, he was covered in wounds all over his body, and there was nowhere to avoid them.Seeing the mottled dark red bloodstains on the ground, there was a kind of shock and guilt that was on the verge of madness.Thinking that Mu Yan was also injured on his leg, he picked him up as carefully and gently as possible without any further hesitation, and walked out of the gloomy dungeon.

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