Zhenwu Tianxia: Summon Yuwen Chengdu at the beginning

Chapter 33 Good monks don't kill people

Qin Wei sat in the retreat hall, his eyes lowered.

After a long time, Li Ru walked into the retreat hall.

"His Royal Highness, the identity of the assassin has been found."

"What's the origin?" Qin Wei asked.

"The remnant sword has no shadow, and the stabbing soul has no trace. These two are well-known killers on the dark list of Xueyilou." Li Ru said.

Both Jing Wuying and Ying Wuzong are well-known killers on the dark list of Xueyi Building, Zhenwu Division has all the information of Huangcheng Division about the folk warrior forces, so it is a piece of cake to find out their identities.

Qin Wei crossed his hands in front of his chest, and there was a little bit of cold light in his eyes.

"Are they here for the bounty of the hidden list?"

Li Ru said solemnly, "Probably not."

"In recent years, Jing Wuying and Ying Wujing have been active in the border of Yuezhou."

Qin Wei narrowed his eyes.

He understood what Li Ru meant.

Yuezhou is three thousand miles away from Kyoto, if these two people set off for Kyoto after receiving a reward from the black list, they would never have arrived in Kyoto so soon.

To put it simply, they were already on their way to Kyoto before the secret reward mission was released.

It's not for the secret list to offer a reward, it's because they have already received the task assigned by others.

For a long-established killer like Jing Wuying, the way of accepting missions is definitely not just the dark list of the blood clothes building.

Then who gave them the mission to come all the way to the capital to assassinate Qin Wei?

Did the person who gave them the task just poison and kill the former person?

"Mr. Zhuge!"

"The next official is here!" Zhuge Zhengwo replied.

"I will leave this matter to you, and we must find out who is behind the scenes!" Qin Wei said in a deep voice.

A poisoning, an assassination, the person behind the scenes actually wanted him to die so much, Qin Wei was very curious about who this person was.

"I obey orders!" Zhuge Zhengwo replied.

……

The news of Qin Wei's assassination spread quickly in Kyoto, but most people or forces were not surprised by it.

After all, there is a reward on the hidden list in Xueyilou, so it is only natural that Qin Wei will be assassinated.

Perhaps many people are already gloating, expecting Qin Wei to be killed by the assassin.

In Prince An's Mansion.

While Qin Changan was eating, he received the news that Qin Wei had been assassinated.

"Are you dead?"

He raised his head and asked the guard who came to report calmly.

"His Royal Highness, everything is fine, and an assassin was caught and brought back to Zhenwusi." The guard knelt on the ground and replied.

"Pity!"

Qin Changan shook his head slightly and said.

For Qin Wei, his nephew, Qin Changan has very complicated feelings.

In the past, Qin Wei was just a transparent person among the royal family, no one would pay attention to him, and Qin Changan naturally would not care about him either.

But now that Qin Wei is in control of Zhenwu Division, seeing that Zhenwu Division is getting stronger and stronger, Qin Changan can no longer ignore Qin Wei's existence.

Especially before Qin Wei knew that behind the Fenxiang Pavilion was Prince An's Mansion, but he still attacked the Fenxiang Pavilion, which made him feel very dissatisfied with Qin Wei.

"How did you prepare for what you were asked to do?" Qin Changan asked.

"Go back to the prince, everything has been arranged!" The guard responded.

"Then let's get started."

"He gave me a great gift, and I will return it no matter what."

Qin Changan said lightly.

"Here!"

Qin Changan waved his hand, and the guard bowed and retreated in response.

……

midnight.

Zhen Wusi prison.

The ground was damp and dirty, and the air smelled of rot and blood.

Zhuge Zheng and I were sitting in a cell, looking at a volume of books with a peaceful face.

A cross-shaped shackle was erected in the cell, and Jing Wuying was chained to the cross by piercing the lute bone.

Jing Wuying woke up!
"I'm not dead!"

He opened his eyes, and the pain from his body made him tremble, and his drowsy consciousness immediately became much clearer.

He raised his head to look at the crowd in front of him, and finally locked his eyes on Zhuge Zhengwo who was wearing a white robe.

"This is Zhen Wusi?" He actually had the heart to ask.

Zhugezheng put down the book, said with a faint smile, "That's right, this is Zhenwusi."

"These behind me are the Prisoners of the Ministry of Punishment."

Prison Cheng is in charge of prison litigation, in charge of prisoners, and is also in charge of torture.

And the Prison Officers of the Ministry of Punishment are all masters of torture, and they use all kinds of torture with their hearts.

Jing Wuying looked at those prison officials, his pale face turned extremely gloomy.

"It's up to you to kill or cut!"

He lowered his head and said sadly.

As an assassin, falling into such a fate was something he had long expected.

From the day he became an assassin, he knew that sooner or later he would become a prisoner and be tortured.

"Don't you think it's a pity?" Zhuge Zhengwo asked.

"What a pity?" Jing Wuying asked.

"Everything is possible when a person is alive. You are already a ninth-rank martial artist, and you are very likely to become an innate in the future!"

"Now you are only over 60 years old, even if you can't become a congenital, you can live another 30 to [-] years. If you can become a congenital warrior, you have nearly a hundred years to live!"

Zhuge Zheng and I said unhurriedly.

"People in the Jianghu will die sooner or later! The old man has lived happily for most of his life, and his life is enough." Jing Wuying sneered.

He is a well-tested old Jianghu, and he can't change his mind with just a few words.

"It stands to reason that if you assassinate His Highness, you should be cut into pieces."

"However, as long as you tell the mastermind behind the scenes and join Zhenwu Division, I can help you intercede with His Highness and save your life."

Zhuge is right.

"Impossible!" Jing Wuying said.

Zhuge Zheng and I stood up, "I have given you three chances, you have rejected the first one just now, and the remaining two will be reserved for tomorrow morning and evening."

"Hopefully you'll make a wise choice when the time comes."

As he said that, he turned around and said to several prison officials: "I will leave the rest to you, don't let him die."

"Here!"

Several prison officials responded.

Zhuge Zheng nodded to me, and then walked out of the cell.

The eyes of several prison officials stared at Jing Wuying.

“Bones are our favorite!”

"A ninth-rank martial artist doesn't know that he can resist our torture!"

"Senior, don't worry, we are very gentle and will definitely make you miserable!"

Several people grinned, their tone full of disturbing madness.

Jing Wuying suddenly felt cold all over, but there was sweat streaming down his forehead.

The prison chief of the Ministry of punishment has an extremely cruel title in the Jianghu.

Good monk!

A name that sounds good.

But in fact this is a hopeless existence.

Because a good monk will not let you die, but will only make your life worse than death.

Good monks don't kill people!
"Have an hors d'oeuvres first!"

"Peel!"

A pale prisoner took out a sharp knife and shook it in front of Jing Wuying.

"My knife is very fast, it can pick off your skin bit by bit."

"Pick one piece at a time, and one piece is only the size of your finger."

"With your old skin, you can pick it hundreds of times!"

He tore off Jing Wuying's sleeve, and said with a smile, "Don't move around! If you move around, the knife will bleed if you stab deeply."

"This skinning is my family skill. Three years ago, I picked 230 pieces of skin from a prisoner without leaving a drop of blood."

"Don't worry, this peeling is not painful, but after I finish peeling, sprinkle salt water will really hurt!"

"At that time, you will be able to experience what it means to be in pain."

Looking at the sharp knife, Jing Wuying was terrified!
But he still didn't have the slightest intention of giving in, and the prison guards were not surprised, they just smiled ferociously and began to torture.

In the dead of night, the shrill screams echoed in the dark cell, like the wailing of an evil ghost.

(End of this chapter)