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Chapter 123 Zuo Xiangfu Dungeon

The only thing not involved is the Xingyue Kingdom, but the Murong family is still related to the Xingyue Kingdom.

Xuanyuan Dingheng frowned after listening:
"Zi'er, what you said seems to have nothing to do with each other, but it feels very weird. Do you think there is any conspiracy in it?"

Murong Xingzi thought for a while, then shook her head:
"I just feel that the water in the Dongfangbao Martial Arts Conference is really not shallow!"

After speaking, the two fell silent, their thoughts drifted, and they turned around and looked out the window at the same time.

The sky was still gloomy, and it was raining constantly.

At the same time, Anyuan City, the capital of Xiyuan Kingdom, is sunny and beautiful.

On Spring Street in Anyuan City, the Zuoxiang Mansion was built against the cliff.

Different from the lively and beautiful morning in other mansions, Xiang's mansion was as quiet as ever.

In the magnificent mansion, the law is strict, and the servants lower their eyebrows and lower their eyes, doing things lightly and following the rules.

If it weren't for the smoke from the kitchen on the east side of the high wall, and the servants coming in and out, the whole Xiangfu would be as quiet as a beautiful empty house just completed.

The dungeon in the backyard of Xiangfu.

On the wall of the dungeon along the only curved passage for people to walk, there are constantly burning pine oil torches inserted, swaying with the wind brought by the people who come, flickering, flickering, and the gloomy light is reflected in the On both sides of the moss-covered passage, it looks cold and forbidding.

The damp, moldy, and even rancid dungeon smell constantly rushed into people's nostrils.

Qin Zuoxiang, who was nearly forty years old, covered his nose with one hand, ignoring the prisoners with disheveled hair all the way, or stretched out long dirty hands that were slightly white, trying to pull his robe, or The voice of grievances, or the vicious look of resentment, walked to the deepest part of the dungeon expressionlessly.

There are no torches here, and the wet stone walls produce a little faint light due to the presence of water.

What a shame to do something so gloomy on such a bright morning.

Qin Zuoxiang frowned, waved his hand back, dismissed his confidants, touched the stone wall by memory, and turned the switch of the secret room on the wall of Xiangfu's dungeon.

The thick stone wall door opened rumblingly to both sides, and when only one person was allowed to pass through, Qin Zuoxiang quickly entered.

The half-open stone wall door clanged shut behind him.

Dozens of night pearls of different sizes are inlaid on the walls of the passage that only allows one person to walk.

(End of this chapter)