Supreme pardon

After negotiating the conditions with Xiao Sangyu, Wen Renjue put this matter aside, and he began to think about another matter that should have been put on the agenda long ago.

He left the cleaning and finishing work of the big families in the area to Lan An, so Yan Zhen had to be in charge of the matter that needs to be done right now.

Unlike others, Yan Zhen really didn't care much about what he was doing, he only knew how to act according to his own orders, Wenren Jue was very satisfied with this.

If it is said that Xiang Yang dare not ask too much, while Hei Hu is more cautious. As for Lan An, even if he doesn't say anything curious, the other party will secretly investigate and ask a few questions boldly. Zhen, obeyed what he told him, and didn't interfere too much.

Except for issues related to his safety.

The king's residence occupies a large area, but there is a place in the backyard that is forbidden. It is used to store some valuables and important materials of the king's district. No one is allowed to enter without the king's personal order.

Yan Zhen has been going in and out too frequently in recent days, and has moved some people in at night one after another.

Wen Renjue arranged for the "coincident encounter" between Xiao Sangyu and Zhan He, and waited for Yanzhen for three days. On a dark night, facing the starry sky, he walked into one of the houses in the backyard.

The weather at night is good, the moon is bright, surrounded by stars, the windmill flowers blooming in the backyard smell sweet, and the breeze blows away the heat of the day.

After Wen Renjue walked into the house, the dark space suddenly lit up.

Yan Zhen was wearing light blue clothes, and there were several members of the Royal War Department standing beside him, one of them was in the corner, and his hand had just been removed from the light switch.

Seven or eight people saluted him silently, and then Yan Zhen, who was the leader, turned the wall lamp on the wall, and a square hole suddenly opened left and right on the ground.

The entrance of the cave was pitch black, and there was no bottom to be seen. The person next to Yan Zhen walked over first, and under the light of the flashlight, he could see the steps going down step by step.

"My lord, follow me." Yan Zhen also took out a flashlight from his pocket, opened it and was the first to go down from the cave.

Wen Renjue looked around, and ordered to an older soldier: "You two stay on top, as long as someone breaks in, no matter who they are, shoot them to death."

"Yes!" The two soldiers in the same clothes straightened up and replied in a deep voice.

Walking down the deep steps, a corner appeared after about ten steps. Wen Renjue also followed a few people behind him. After turning the corner, the space suddenly became larger.

This is a secret underground prison. It is different from the place where Bai Tan was imprisoned before. The environment here is not bad. Although it is underground, the air is very circulated, there is no strange smell, and there are not many prisoners.

Yan Zhen arrived in front of one of the cells early, pointed to more than a dozen men squatting inside and said: "This is a person with supernatural abilities brought back from the front line."

It's not that swallowing the crystal nucleus will definitely be able to purify supernatural powers. For humans at this stage, possessing supernatural powers means being a strong person and a person favored by fate.

The outstanding figures of these eras were rebellious before they were defeated, but since they were captured and imprisoned in this kind of place, they gradually lost hope. Their eyes full of fighting spirit in the past now looked lifeless.

Seeing someone coming, some of them were so tortured that they curled up unconsciously.

Wen Renjue remained silent, and slowly walked to another adjacent cell. Through the pillar made of black metal, he glanced at the men squatting in twos and threes with sluggish eyes.

Seeing him observing the other group of people, Yan Zhen immediately followed up a few steps forward, and said softly: "This is also sent from the front line. According to your requirements, we have selected the ones that have fused the crystal nucleus but have not yet purified their abilities." .”

"Well," Wen Renjue nodded, appreciating: "You did a good job."

Yan Zhen smiled, bowed his head again, and then retreated silently.

Wen Renjue's eyes still stayed on the person in the cell in front of him, he waved his hands, and said softly, "Pull him out."

"Yes." The two stood at the door of the cell, waiting for the soldiers he ordered to open the door immediately. As soon as they walked in, there were screams in the cell, and the dozen or so people detained inside retreated one after another. huddled together.

Because the king didn't order exactly which one to arrest, the two soldiers picked up a thin man outside and dragged him out.

The man was pulled by the arm, screaming more and more miserably, begging for mercy with tears streaming down his face.

His subordinates showed no mercy at all. After pulling the man out of the cell door, he kicked him to the ground. One of them turned his head and closed the cell door, while the other soldier stood behind the thin man, vigilant.

The man was still begging for mercy repeatedly, with his hands on the ground, showing no sign of resistance.

Wen Renjue was impatient with his yelling, the soldier behind the man saw this, pulled out a short dagger from his waist, while squatting, he wrapped his arms around the man with one hand, and pressed the dagger against the man's throat with the other hand, low He shouted, "Shut up if you don't want to die!"

The voice stopped abruptly, and the thin man was coerced to raise his head. Wen Renjue saw that his face was full of tears, his eyes were swollen like fish bubbles, his face was covered with freckles, and there was a bruise on his forehead.

Probably the crying stopped too suddenly, and the man was still sobbing.

Those terrified eyes stared straight at Wen Ren Jue.

The desire to survive swaying in the depths of the black eyes made Wen Renjue twitch the corners of his mouth when he looked at him.

The clothes I wore today were a little too loose, especially the sleeves. Seeing that the man finally stopped crying and begging for mercy, Wen Renjue's right hand drooped, and a small bottle slid down from his wrist, and he held it in his palm.

Facing everyone's eyes, Wen Renjue held up the small bottle. Because of the light, everyone could clearly see that there were some small black pills inside the small transparent glass bottle.

Throwing the small bottle to Yan Zhen casually, Wen Renjue looked down at the thin and freckled man, and said casually, "Feed him one."

Yan Zhen didn't say a word, opened the bottle cap, poured a few in the palm of his hand, and approached the man expressionlessly.

The thin man who had just stopped begging for mercy struggled again, this time more violently than before, and he didn't care about the dagger still on his neck. Naturally, the soldiers behind him couldn't really kill him, so the dagger was thrown aside , he held the person with both hands and tried to imprison him.

Seeing that he was struggling, another soldier who had turned back to close the cell door also stepped forward, pressing the thin man to the ground forcefully from left to right.

Yan Zhen pinched one with two fingers, and the soldier behind the thin man stretched out a hand to pinch the man's mouth open. Yan Zhen quickly stuffed the man's mouth in, and then pushed the man's jaw upwards with great force, forcing him to take the man's mouth. A pill was swallowed.

After doing all this, Yan Zhen took two steps back and returned to Wen Renjue, and the two soldiers who subdued the freckled man also retreated.

The thin man was let go but couldn't care less about running. He lay on his stomach with a bloodless face, retching all the time, trying to spit out the black pill that he had just taken.

He coughed a few times but failed to spit it out. The thin man's dirty black hand was directly put into his mouth, and saliva flowed down his palm.

Lying on the ground in despair and helplessness, it was obviously useless, but the man stuffed his whole palm into his mouth again and again, causing retching several times, but he still couldn't spit out anything.

He looked very embarrassed and disgusted, but Wen Renjue was standing three steps in front of him, looking down at all this seriously, without any change in expression on his face.

"It should be effective soon." Wei Duan said in his mind, a few heavenly eyes that ordinary people can't see are circling around the man on the ground.

There was no sound, Wen Ren Jue continued to wait.

This pill was made according to Weiduan's request. I heard that the age of gods can limit the divine power of some low-ability tribesmen. Weiduan modified it according to some differences in today's human beings, and handed over the production method to Wen Renjue, Wen Ren Jue asked Lan An to do this again.

Lan An was very curious about what these pills were for, but Wen Renjue's rare cold gaze made him give up on exploring.

Now, this is the first time to test the effect of this pill.

The man with freckles who was holding his throat suddenly stopped moving, his eyeballs protruded exaggeratedly, he rolled twice on the ground, then kicked his feet, and scratched forward with his hands on the ground, and there was no movement for a while.

Yan Zhen was stunned for a moment, stepped forward quickly, squatted down to check, then turned to Wen Ren Jue with a strange expression and said: "My lord, the man is dead."

Wen Renjue saw it, there was no change on the surface, but in his mind he asked Wei Duan coldly: "What's going on?"

"The dose is too large." Wei Duan didn't care, and suggested: "Catch someone with supernatural powers and try it out."

"Bring another person out." Wen Renjue didn't say anything superfluous, and raised his chin, signaling to the person locked up in another cell.

A few minutes ago, I saw someone die tragically under an unknown pill, and he seemed to be in great pain before his death. The prisoners in the other cell were not so cooperative.

Several soldiers went in, and one of them in the uniform was dragged out. The man was dragged out of the cell and still struggled, writhing desperately.

That is to say, Yan Zhen was hungry for these people for a few days, but if he had some strength on his body, it was not so easy to manipulate.

The same pill was fed in, and the man who was pulled out rolled twice on the ground in pain, but he was fine.

Wen Renjue finally showed a smile, and took two steps forward. He observed the man lying on the ground closely by several soldiers. He closed his eyes and felt it for a while. After opening his eyes, he asked Wei Duan in his mind. : "The ability disappeared, is it temporary or permanent?"

"In the age of the descendants of the gods, this kind of pill is useless to people with high divine power. When dealing with people with low divine power, the time limit can be different depending on the energy in the opponent's body. But for today's human beings, the specific time limit It’s hard to say.” Weiduan is very strict about this issue.

Wenrenjue didn't force it to give an answer right away. Seeing that the pill was really effective, he was satisfied, which meant that he would have a good strong restraint when dealing with other royal districts in the future.

It's just that he came here tonight, not just for this.

After verifying one answer in his mind, there is another question waiting for him to reveal. With a finger pointing, Wen Renjue squinted his eyes and said indifferently: "Bring it out."

Looking at his gaze, there was only one person locked in one cell, while Yan Zhen on the other side quickly understood, and immediately pulled one person out of each of the two cells.

Wen Renjue didn't intend to feed them any more medicine, his eyes ordered Yan Zhen to stand where he was, he stepped forward a few steps, approached one of them, slowly stretched out his hand, gently touched the forehead of the upper man with his middle finger, and his subordinates around him were surprised eyes, and closed his eyes.

The desperately writhing man suddenly stopped all his movements after his fingers touched it, as if lost his soul, maintaining the previous expression, stiff.

Within 2 minutes, Wen Renjue opened his eyes. A gray liquid that was about to solidify was shaking in the palm of his hand. When he turned his hand sideways, another transparent empty bottle slipped out of his sleeve, and the palm was as thick as honey. The liquid was poured in, and he immediately walked over to the other person.

After the king left, the two soldiers who imprisoned the man looked at each other suspiciously. They couldn't feel the life of the man in their hands. They let go at the same time with some hesitation. Like a wall, it crashed to the ground.

When Yan Zhen stepped forward to make sure that the person was dead, Wen Ren Jue on the other side slowly opened his eyes, and he poured the red liquid in his palm into another small bottle that he had prepared in advance.

"My lord, this person is dead." Yan Zhen didn't ask why he died suddenly, because he felt that the scene that happened just now was very familiar.

I remember before, when the crystal nucleus energy in Xiangyang's body was chaotic, the master had done similar things to people.

According to the overhead light, Wen Renjue was shaking the thick red liquid in the bottle, his eyes fascinated.

"It's amazing." In his mind, he murmured.

"Compared to depriving ordinary mutants, do you find it difficult for this one with supernatural powers?" Wei Duan is concerned about this.

Wen Ren Jue gave a gloomy laugh, "After merging the divine eyes a few times, it seems a lot easier."

"Minister, this man is dead too." The other two soldiers imprisoning the man with supernatural abilities reported to Yan Zhen with snow-white complexions.

Wen Renjue put away the obsession in his eyes, handed the red bottle to Yan Zhen, and said flatly: "Drink it."

"Yes." Yan Zhen did not ask anything as usual, and raised his hand to take it.

Wen Renjue squinted his eyes but suddenly changed his mind, threw the bottle in his hand at a guard behind Yan Zhen, and said softly: "I remember you purified a supernatural power, it's fire."

"Yes." The guard replied very respectfully.

Wen Renjue smiled, staring at the bottle in his hand, and said gently, "Then you can drink it."

There was two seconds of hesitation, but the guard still raised his head and drank the liquid in the bottle in one gulp.

"If there are no accidents, his abilities should have a qualitative leap." Wei Duan is full of expectations.

Wen Ren Jue asked casually: "What if there is an accident?"

"I'm going to die." Wei Duan didn't fluctuate at all.

Wen Renjue stared thoughtfully, carefully wiped off the finger that he had just touched, and said in a low voice, "It's better to find a few more people to do the experiment."