Jian Xiuyun changed into the brocade uniform worn by the guards, and spread his own clothes on the fainted man on the ground. Then he stood up and looked at the black door not far away.
Even before he got close, he could already feel the chill emanating from inside.
There was no need to ask. This should be the dungeon.
Jian Xiuyun was still thinking about how to get in. Unexpectedly, not long after, he saw a guard walking out, holding his stomach, probably heading to the palace.
Seeing this, Jian Xiuyun quickly followed him, knocked him unconscious, and then changed into his clothes.
Then he used spiritual power to temporarily transform into his appearance. After checking multiple times and confirming there were no flaws, he hurried towards the door.
The guard guarding the door was a strong man. When he saw him, he cursed, “Why were you gone so long? I thought you fell in.”
Jian Xiuyun lowered his head and rubbed his stomach, then said feebly, “I really don’t feel well.”
Seeing that his face was pale and no longer pretending, the strong man also softened his tone and said with concern, “Do you really feel unwell? Why don’t you go in and rest for a while? There should be no patrols on this day.”
Jian Xiuyun got the desired result, so he squeezed out a smile, bowed and said, “Thank you!”
“You’re welcome, go ahead, I’ll watch from here.” The strong man said, patting his shoulder and sending him in.
Jian Xiuyun sat down on the stool at the door. After the strong man went out, he got up and walked inside.
Inside was a long corridor, with rooms on both sides separated by iron bars.
The rooms were full of people.
Some were lying on the ground in tatters, and some were hung from beams, dripping with blood.
It went without saying who was locked up here, so Jian Xiuyun kept his head half-lowered for fear of being recognized.
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After all, even his current spiritual power was borrowed. It was impossible to rescue them all.
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Seeing that they had reached the end and Lin Liaoting was still nowhere to be seen, Jian Xiuyun was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he caught a glimpse of a figure from the corner of his eye.
The man was hung upside down from the beam. The purple robe on his body was almost unrecognizable from its original color. It was in tatters and stained dirty with blood.
His long hair hung loosely on the ground, revealing a dirty face.
Jian Xiuyun was stunned for a moment, and then immediately ran over, holding on to the cold iron bars with both hands, the chill seeping into his flesh along his skin.
He stared at the person inside tremblingly. The person seemed to feel something, and slowly opened his eyes. After looking at him for a long time, he seemed to react. He started to struggle and called out dumbly, “Shizun.”
“Liaoting.” Jian Xiuyun was almost speechless. He took out the keys he had just found in the guard’s robes and started trying each one by one with trembling hands.
Soon, the cell door opened, and Jian Xiuyun rushed in. He picked up the shattered tiles on the ground, cut the rope, and let him down.
“Liaoting.” Jian Xiuyun called out to him in a low, trembling voice.
He stretched out his hand to help him up, but Lin Liaoting dodged it before he could be touched. Then he crawled two steps back, lowered his head and hugged himself tightly, shrinking into a ball, “Don’t touch me, Shizun. I’m so dirty, please don’t touch me.”
Jian Xiuyun felt his heart ache terribly. He tasted iron in the back of his throat, not knowing what to say.
A sound came from the distance. Jian Xiuyun knew that he could not delay any longer and stood up.
Looking around, he saw the hay spread on the ground to be used as a bed. He thought for a moment, then took out a fire stick and lit it.
Hay was flammable, so the fire spread quicky. Jian Xiuyun ran out and opened several nearby cell doors, and the prisoners inside immediately poured out.
Jian Xiuyun walked in and lit the hay inside.
The fire soon became intense.
Jian Xiuyun quickly took Lin Liaoting out of his cell.
Lin Liaoting still resisted his touch, but he had been hung for too long and had no strength at all. He could only be supported by Jian Xiuyun and walked out.
The fire was fierce, and the prisoners who were released scattered. The people who were still locked panicked and screamed. Chaos soon broke out in the dungeon.
Jian Xiuyun took advantage of the turmoil and quickly fled out with Lin Liaoting.
When he met any guards, he told Lin Liaoting to pretend to be unconscious and explained that the prisoner’s room had leaked and he fainted, so he could only send him out first. After all, the Lord valued his life.
Due to the chaos, no one was looking into it carefully. Jian Xiuyun’s journey was relatively smooth.
Lin Liaoting was gravely injured, and when Jian Xiuyun lowered his head, he could occasionally see blood stains dripping on the ground.
But Lin Liaoting didn’t say a word and just walked with him silently.
Jian Xiuyun felt uncomfortable, but he also knew not to show it anymore and irritate him, so he just walked with him in silence, occasionally comforting him, “I’m here, we’re going out soon, hold on…”
Finally, Jian Xiuyun saw the door.
Whether it was because the guards had gone in to put out the fire or something else, but the door was not shut and it was unguarded.
Light poured in and lightened up the stone path in front of him.
“It’s time to go out.” Jian Xiuyun turned to Lin Liaoting and said, then led him and strode out.
The snow outside hadn’t still stopped. It spread for as far as the eye could see, and the boundary between heaven and earth had almost disappeared without a trace.
However, the next moment, a black spot suddenly appeared on the white snow, just like an ink stain accidentally dripped on rice paper.
Jian Xiuyun looked at the figure getting closer and closer and stopped.
Both feet stepped heavily on the snow, and the snow crunched under his steps.
Although Kan Wenxiao walked under the snow without an umbrella, his body was completely dry. But his face was colder than the snow.
He came to a halt in front of Jian Xiuyun, his voice cold and monotone, “Shizun, where are you taking him?”
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Jian Xiuyun’s wrist was clasped by Kan Wenxiao as he strode towards the bedroom.
Jian Xiuyun struggled desperately behind him, but Kan Wenxiao’s hold was like an iron hoop, impossible to shrug off.
“Let me go! Kan Wenxiao, let me go!” Jian Xiuyun was furious.
Kan Wenxiao seemed not to have heard anything, and only let go of him when he entered the bedroom.
As soon as Jian Xiuyun was let go, he immediately stepped back and away from him. Then, he thought of Lin Liaoting, took a few steps forward and forced himself to stand tall in front of him, and asked, “Where did your attendants take him? He is injured, can you ask someone to treat him first? If this continues, he will die!”
Kan Wenxiao stared at him quietly, a storm brewing in his eyes, “So what if he dies?”
Jian Xiuyun looked at his indifferent expression, holding the edge of a table and digging his nails into it. He said sadly, “Kan Wenxiao, no matter what, he is your Shixiong. Why are you doing this?”
“Why am I doing this?” Kan Wenxiao looked like he had heard some joke and approached with a smile.
The smile gradually died down, and the look in his eyes became fierce. He stared into Jian Xiuyun’s eyes and enunciated each word, “Shizun, why do you think I’m doing this?”
Wenxiao stop. Just stop. You are getting worse with each chapter…
KWX is so my type, I’m sincerely worried about Jian XiuYun
Thank you for the chapter <3
Thanks very much for the chapter… So bad that Kan WenXiao be the bad guy