fake prince

Chapter 825 Penetrating the Lute Bone

"Yes, I will lead the way." The prison officer said, and let the two of them move in. Su Ziji walked in front, and Fang Zhen was pushed two steps behind by the young servant.

The large prison has a huge area and holds prisoners from the entire capital city. Ordinary prisoners are locked up in one area, criminals are locked up in another area, high officials and dignitaries are in another area, and the monks of Qingyuan Temple, because of their special identities, commit crimes. Special, it is in the inner area.

Su Ziji didn't let too many guards in, and only followed two, both old guards.

Fang Zhen only had a young servant who helped him push the wheelchair. Su Ziji had seen this servant a few times before, and knew that he was skilled in kung fu, so he knew that Fang Zhen seemed to be "in trouble", but he was not down.

Looking away, Su Ziji walked, passively listening to the howling ghosts and wolves in the prison.

They are currently walking on the road in an ordinary area, and the dim oil lamp can only illuminate the surrounding area slightly, making the whole environment even more gloomy.

The cries, screams, and murmurs sounded like a gathering of lunatics. Except for some people who grew like mushrooms in the corners, many of the rest of the people jumped at the sight of someone walking by the iron fence. I couldn't help shouting "wronged", and reached out to grab the passers-by.

"Presumptuous!" the prison officer yelled angrily, with his scabbard ruthlessly hitting him, retracting his painful hand, but staring at the person who entered with his numb and desperate eyes.

Fang Zhen was pushed by the servant, this scene made him frowned slightly.

It was not the first time he entered the big prison. The big prison in the past was never like this, or it may be related to the emperor's violent temper in the past year. There are more people in prison, and a group of people will be implicated from time to time.

But these have nothing to do with him, he lowered his gaze and calmly passed by these people.

When we got to the middle, we headed to a small road on the right. When we got out of the back door of this dark building, there was a square courtyard. Passing through the courtyard, and then walking in, it was another dark road, and we heard the leading man The prison officer said: "My lord, Mr. Fang, we are here."

"My lord is here to pick someone up, so hurry up and open the iron gate!"

This corridor is also illuminated by oil lamps. When you get closer, you can see two jailers standing in front of the nearest iron gate. Hearing the order of the prison officer, the jailer hurriedly opened the iron gate.

As the iron door opened, a burst of inexplicable stench came out from inside.

Fang Zhen covered his nose with one hand, frowned and asked, "Is everyone inside?"

"Lord Fang, look, all the monks of Qingyuan Temple are still alive!" the prison officer said without changing his expression.

Fang Zhen motioned to the servant to push him a few steps forward, and through the opened door, he saw a shadowy scene inside. It seemed that there were more than thirty people sitting and lying down.

But from the outside looking in, it is impossible to tell who is Bianxuan.

Su Ziji didn't go over to have a look, but he also guessed that the scene inside might not look good, so he said to the prison officer, "Please bring Bianxuan out first."

"Okay!" The prison officer immediately ordered the jailer: "You two quickly help Master Bianxuan out!"

As soon as these words came out, Fang Zhen's face changed slightly.

The word "support" was actually used. Could it be that Bianxuan has been beaten so hard?

After a while, the two jailers who entered came out with one of them.

It wasn't that the man couldn't walk at all, but his body was weak and he walked a little slowly, so he was dragged out. Once he was released outside, he stood directly against the wall.

Some of the hair has grown, making Bianxuan look like he has a cropped head, and there is a wound on his face, a deep red wound, which ruined the originally handsome face, and his left eye seems to be swollen badly, looking ferocious.

Fang Zhen frowned, and as soon as he signaled, the young servant, regardless of the unpleasant smell on Bianxuan's body, took two steps forward, tore off Bianxuan's clothes, and exposed his shoulders.

The two shoulders were bloody and bloody, and it looked like they had been pierced by something.

Although the injuries on Bianxuan's body look serious, except for the eyes, they are actually far less serious than the shoulder bones being pierced. For a former master, even if the injuries were twice as severe, Bianxuan would not be so weak, and the shoulder bones Being worn is tantamount to being abolished in martial arts.

Su Ziji couldn't help but look at the prison officer, and the prison officer hurriedly smiled: "My lord, this is the imperial court system. Prisoners with martial arts all wear pipa bones when they are imprisoned. It's not a lowly job. It's a rule, and even a lowly job has to abide by it." .”

The prison officer was also afraid that Bianxuan would turn over when he came out this time, so in order not to let him bear any grudges, he said: "Actually, this is preferential treatment. If the crime is extremely heinous, or the danger is extremely high, it is said that the tendons of the limbs will be broken. It's just like this." As soon as it comes, people will be completely paralyzed, unable to walk, and unable to even hold an apple, so this will only be used on death row prisoners.”

"If you penetrate the lute bone like this, won't you get sick?" Su Ziji asked in surprise after hearing this, surely it will cause inflammation?

"My lord, yes, out of ten there will always be two or three who can't make it through, but the Ministry of Criminal Justice also knows that the filing of a sudden illness will be closed."

Su Ziji was stunned, and he couldn't help sighing secretly: "It's true that people kill people like grass and don't hear them."

"In the novels I read before, martial arts will not be abolished if you catch a master, and you will escape from prison if you have the opportunity. How can such a cheap thing happen in reality? As long as you enter a big prison, no matter whether it is a citizen or an official, an ordinary person or a master of martial arts , have to shed a layer of skin."

Looking at it this way, Bianxuan's situation isn't too bad.

The injury on the shoulder bone can be healed. Not only will it not hinder your life, but even though it will affect you, you can also restore some martial arts.

He waved his hand to let the jailer and the guards back out. Su Ziji was at the door of the cell, and said to the silent Bianxuan: "Bianxuan, I have ordered you to go out and help me with my work, and you can choose a few more people to accompany you. Get out of prison, not too many, you choose people who are familiar and close!"

Bianxuan stood against the wall, his legs were weak and weak when he first came out, and now he is struggling to hold on. Hearing this, he remained silent and just glanced at Su Ziji. Under the dim light of the oil lamp, this once handsome and gentle monk seemed to have fallen into a magic way, exuding a gloomy coldness.

Su Ziji waited for a while, seeing that he cast a glance at himself and lowered his eyes, he didn't speak and stopped looking at him, he was surprised: "Don't you want to go out?"

Fang Zhen was very anxious. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If he missed this opportunity to get out of prison, even if he went to ask for help, he might not be able to prevent Bianxuan from dying here!

What is this monk thinking?

Fang Zhen coughed, and when Bian Xuan looked over, he gave him winks.

Bianxuan watched silently, then looked at Su Ziji again, and said softly, "I don't know how many people we can bring, and why?"

Su Ziji breathed a sigh of relief and sighed in his heart. In fact, the way of governing at level 15 knows what happened. It is said that

90.00% of the suicides dare not commit suicide after committing suicide. It is said that the victims, like the suicides, are really about to die, and they will also regret it, but it is too late.

Looking at history, it is clear that anyone who suffers in prison and whose life is at the thought of others will be blackened.

Bian Xuan watched his seniors and his seniors die tragically one by one. Now that the madness has become black and normal, but since he can still communicate normally, his action this time is still valuable.

"No more than nine people, and Fang Zhen will tell you the rest." Su Ziji said lightly.

(End of this chapter)