Night Emperor Crazy Concubine

Chapter 598
For Xiao Xuehan, Feng Qi didn't intend to waste too much time on him, so after the court, he didn't go to the imperial study, and didn't go back to Luanfeng Palace. Go to the Wei Pavilion outside the Qingwu Gate in the north.

No matter where the two words Xingtang appear, they can vividly and vividly interpret the true meaning of the four words cruel and ruthless.

Wei Ge, whose main responsibility is to train shadow guards, is naturally even worse.

Wei Pavilion is an independent house, covering a large area, which is equivalent to a prince's mansion. Of course, this place is different from the prince's mansion, except for the pavilions and the rows of shadow guards. There is only one spacious but fortified school field, which is the training ground for junior shadow guards.

As for the ornamental gardens, flowers, rockery and lakes that are available in ordinary mansions, there are none here.

There are four pavilions here, east, west, north, south, and the guards are as strict as the palace. So far, no one has ever been able to escape after breaking into the guard pavilion.

Feng Qi hasn't been here for a long time, but it doesn't mean that the Shadow Guard here doesn't know him.

As soon as they stepped into the solemn and solemn gate, no matter whether they were in the light or hidden in the dark, Qiqi's whole body shivered, and the next moment they knelt down respectfully and humbly on the ground. Although there was no sound, everyone's nerves were It tensed up almost instantly.

Feng Qi was wearing a thin moonlight embroidered dragon pattern gown, which he hadn't changed since the morning court. Even if some of the shadow guards here didn't know Feng Qi, it was impossible not to recognize him. Glossy dragon pattern.

What's more, he was accompanied by the number one master in the palace - Mr. Mu Xi who also walked out of Wei Pavilion.

Compared with the pavilion master Feng Wuhen, Mu Xi stayed in the Wei Pavilion for a long time. Although he had never been the pavilion master, he was the source of many shadow guards' nightmares—for more than ten years, Mu Xi is the chief coach of Wei Pavilion, and how many shadow guards in Wei Pavilion have spent the long hellish years in his hands.

The cruelty is still fresh in the memory, never for a moment or forgotten.

There are very few people in the inner court who know Mu Xi's identity, but in the Wei Pavilion, almost no one knows him, and everyone's fear of him has already penetrated deep into their blood and cannot be controlled.

Feng Qi didn't speak, and didn't stop to pay attention to the surrounding environment. Accompanied by Mu Xi, he walked to the punishment hall in the West Pavilion.

No one knows better than Mu Xi where the punishment hall of Wei Pavilion is.

The torture hall is also a row of connected buildings, with many traps inside, the smell is clean and depressing, except for the smell of blood, there are almost no other smells that shouldn't be there.

There are no guards deliberately arranged outside the punishment hall, but for all those who enter the punishment hall, no matter how high your martial arts are, it is impossible to escape from the inside.

Feng Qi and Mu Xi quietly entered through the main entrance, and went in like a leisurely stroll. The environment here was no stranger to Feng Qi, and Mu Xi was even more familiar with it than anyone else.

There is no guard outside the execution hall, but there are countless shadow guard masters in every place inside, and there are also people who are in charge of execution. The two people who walked in suddenly aroused everyone's vigilance almost instantly, and the murderous intent was also there. In an instant, it was stimulated from all parts of the body—that was the subconscious reaction of the body after long training.

However, when they turned their heads and saw clearly who was coming, they instantly suppressed the murderous aura that pervaded their bodies, and they lowered their bodies, knelt down humblely on the ground, and greeted them silently.

Feng Qi and Mu Xi walked into the seventh door, and saw the person they were going to meet this time.

On a execution platform made of black iron, the body of a tall and tall man was unfolded and fixed on it in a natural but absolutely uncomfortable posture. His hands and feet were already wearing heavy handcuffs and shackles. The black robe had been broken into pieces, revealing the white underclothes stained with blood.

Except for the pale face that was still clearly discernible, Xiao Xuehan, the master of the Guiyuan Hall, this man who was a powerful man in the Jianghu, was already in a state of embarrassment in just one night.

"My lord." Seeing Feng Qi approaching, Feng Wuhen turned around and knelt respectfully.

The men in black who were standing silently in the corner fell to their knees instantly when they saw this, without saying a word.

Feng Qi's eyes swept lightly, taking a panoramic view of the decorations here.

There are countless torture tools of all kinds, but there are no less than a dozen styles of whips, not only the ropes and sticks lined up on the wall, but also neatly placed on the ground, which seem to be the torture tools that are used to serve Master Xiao. The needle-punched iron plate with the cold light looks really creepy.

Most of these instruments of torture can bring extreme pain to a person's body, but some can only cause skin and flesh injuries, while others can smash a person's bones piece by piece, cut off the meridians, and completely reduce a person to a cripple.

Feng Qi raised his eyes and looked at the person who was fixed on the torture rack.

Whip marks, blood can be seen on the whip, and bones can be seen deep.

The burn mark, on the shoulder, the smell of burnt flesh still faintly lingers in the air and has not completely dissipated.

The shackles on the hands and feet were dripping blood little by little, Feng Qi's eyes glanced indifferently, and it was easy to see that it was the result of the sharp edges hidden inside the shackles directly piercing the wrists and ankles.

Xiao Xuehan is in a coma at the moment.

His usual stern facial features were as pale as paper, and his bitten lips were also completely white, with bright red bloodshot eyes showing a thrilling cruelty.

Feng Qi stepped on the wooden steps, walked up step by step, and walked directly in front of Xiao Xuehan.

Raising his hand lightly, a few wisps of zhenqi penetrated through the space between his fingertips and into several vital points of the opponent's body. Xiao Xuehan's pale complexion showed a little flush, and after a while, he let out a low cough, accompanied by a streak of blood spilling out of his throat, which was shocking. Red snaked down the corners of the lips.

Xiao Xuehan slowly opened his eyes, and what caught his eyes was a moon-white dress that was as pure and noble as a fairy exiled from the clouds. He raised his eyes with difficulty, only to see Feng Qi's peerless face.

"Is Palace Master Xiao alright?"

When Feng Qi spoke, his voice was as sweet as a clear spring, but as indifferent as ice, revealing a kind of gentle ruthlessness.

Xiao Xuehan looked at him for a long time, then pulled his lips, and said with difficulty, "Death...I can't die."

After the words fell, a fishy sweetness spilled out of the throat again, the body twitched violently almost uncontrollably, the brows were locked tightly, and the pain was hidden in the lowered eyes.

It hurts the lungs.

Although the whip marks and branding looked serious, they were nothing more than flesh wounds. Xiao Xuehan's wounds were the most serious wounds inside.

Feng Qi seemed to understand something, turned his head to look at Feng Wuhen, "Martial arts are sealed?"

(End of this chapter)