In the torture room of the Ministry of Justice, the heavy doors and windows were separated from the sound of rain. Torches and candles were lit in the room, and the torture instruments were filled with blue and white, which made the whole room look lush.

The bodies were carried in and placed on the table with the smell of rain. The bodies' faces were covered. Although there were ice frozen on the way, they still rotted and smelled in summer.

Duan Shan had no feeling at all. He began to check the bodies, and his clothes were removed from any wounds from head to toe and did not let go.

"So much injuries." Duan Shandao.

"What are the things to see about these injuries?" said the black armored guard on the side. "The five worm soldiers, roosters crowed and thieves, are despicable and shameless injuring people. We are proud to die after a hundred battles."

Duan Shan said: "They all died at the hands of the Five Pest Army?"

Heijiawei Muran said: "Yes."

Duan Shan shook his head and said, "The means are not powerful enough."

What does this mean? It means that the Five Pill Army is not very powerful, so what are they who died at the hands of the Five Pill Army? The Black Armored Guard looked angry and wanted to speak Duan Shan suddenly said, standing in front of a corpse, and excitement appeared on his blue and white face.

"It's it." He said, reaching out and pressing the neck of the corpse. The wound had rotten. Duan Shan pressed in without hesitation and exploring the wound around it. The bad smell of the torn wound was instantly intense.

Duan Shan leaned over and looked up as if he was obsessed, squinted at the wound, without smelling it, the scene alone was disgusting... What's going on? The black armored guards on the side frowned.

“...there is only one wound…the perfect incision….”

“…this is also….”

"Did you kill five of them all at once?"

Seeing Duan Shan traveling through the remaining corpses and talking to himself, the Black Armored Guard probably understood it, and went up to look at the five corpses and said, "These five people were indeed killed together. They were ambushed by the Five Pest Army."

Duan Shan stood up straight, looked at him, and said, "The five people are still fatal..."

Heijiawei Muran said: "It's nothing impossible, after all, he is Du."

It turned out to be him, and Duan Shan knew about this person, and Surong said: "Where is he?"

Heijiawei Dao: "Xiling slope outside Chang'an City."

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On a rainy night, the lights lit in Song Yuan’s study. Song Yuan, who was paced back and forth in a homely robe, stopped, his face slightly distorted, and said, “Where are you going?”

Duan Shan said: "The murderer who killed Zong Zhou has been found, and he is the Du of the Five Pest Army, and he is indeed hiding near Chang'an City."

Song Yuan frowned and said, "I said it was them who did it... Ignore the irrelevant trivial matters. Why are you going to arrest? The Black Armored Guard will look for him." He rubbed his arms and hissed, "This damn remnant of the Yellow Shadao."

It was cloudy and rainy, his arm was so painful that he couldn't fall asleep.

"Also, if you want to catch me, you don't have to go to Chang'an City." Song Yuan said again, "He should go to Huangsha Road."

Duan Shan said: "For the jade seal?"

Song Yuan said: "He has been looking for jade seals for so many years. He can naturally think of places where we can think of them, and he can naturally guess the opportunities we can think of them."

Duan Shan said: "Then I will go to Huangsha Road, too, and see this master who was known as Qin and Qin Tan in the Great Zhou army back then, but was comparable to Qin Tan Gong."

Song Yuan said: "Go, have more people and set up a net of heaven and earth. This time he will be unable to escape."

Duan Shan left, and the night rain became lighter. Song Yuan could not fall asleep and continued to walk. Footsteps sounded outside the door. There were not many people who could get close to this place without reporting.

Song Yuan turned his head in surprise and saw Song Ying walking in with her umbrella put away.

"Yingying, why haven't you slept yet so late?" Song Yuan asked hurriedly, a little uneasy, "What's the matter? Is Hu Zi quarreling again?"

Song Ying shook her head and smiled: "No, Hu Zi is already asleep. I used a few more strokes to make paintings and went to bed late."

Song Yuan said: "Don't let the gods go."

Song Ying said: "I know, don't worry, dad."

Song Yuan nodded with a smile and said, "Baby, you are the most sensible, I'm not worried."

Song Ying smiled and frowned and looked at Song Yuan's arm: "Is there no way to do this injury? Is it so sad."

Song Yuan let go of his hand and shook his arm, saying, "It's okay, the time is still short, the doctor said that he will keep it better and better." Without wanting to talk about this topic, he said, "What's wrong with the baby being so late?"

Song Ying said: "Dad, I want to go to the gentleman exam."

Song Yuan was stunned and uneasy, and said, "Baby, this is too dangerous." He was going to leave the capital, so far.

Song Ying said: "Dad, I don't want to really compete, I just want to participate in a painting game." Looking out the window, the rain hits the banana leaves, "I have been writing and painting alone, and I don't know the world outside. This time, I have a rare comparison of the six arts of gentlemen, and the world is gathered together. I want to go and see it."

Song Yuan looked at the girl under the lamp, and the veil covered her face but could not stop loneliness... Because of her face, she was thirteen or fourteen years old and had to hide at home. There were only a few people who often saw each day. It has been eight or nine years since such a life... It was eight or nine years old, and said, "But it would be very dangerous. It was the Yellow Sha Road, you..."

He is the daughter of Song Yuan... The Huangsha Taoist was assassinated by the moths and fires.

Song Ying said: "Because it's very dangerous, everyone thinks I won't go, but it's safer." He walked up and shook Song Yuan's arm, begging and calling Daddy, his voice full of admiration, "What's more, Daddy can do anything."

Song Yuan laughed and said, "Okay, then go, Dad can do anything."

There was a sound of footsteps coming outside the door and stopped again, followed by a female voice: "Miss, the young master is awake."

Song Ying whispered and said, "Are you crying again?" As he walked out quickly, Song Yuan followed him. Because the door of the room was not closed in a hurry, the wind rushed in with raindrops, tilting a few pieces of paper on the table and then falling down. Under the lamp, you can see the words Chang'an City, Xilingpo and other words above, which are the records sent by Duan Shan.

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The west slope of Chang'an City goes westward, and there are several prefectures across the country. A long river divides the heaven and earth into two sides like a jade belt. From the river, the grassland on the other side seems boundless. There are also golden deserts mixed with green and golden, as if jewelry dotted the earth. A city appears in this vast area. The surrounding deserted cities are extremely prosperous, with cattle, horses, llamas, and came and go.

In this city, there are several palaces carved from high and low white jade, standing holy and lofty to overlook the entire world. This is where the Xiliang royal court is located. As an eagle in the grassland and desert, the Xiliang royal court has been passed down for hundreds of years, protecting this land and threatening the Great Zhou opposite. For a hundred years, no one can completely conquer anyone.

At this time, a young man in a white brocade robe was walking fast in the palace. The graceful and beautiful palace maids on both sides saluted. The young man looked straight through the white jade palace gates, and walked up the steps in three or two steps into a palace. The inside and outside of the palace seemed to be made of white jade, with long pearls and jade curtains hanging deep in the distance. Seven or eight palace maids covered with jewelry sat scattered on the ground and laughed. When they saw the young man coming in, they knelt down and said loudly: "Your Highness the Prince."

The young man sat down among the palace maids with a short body, using humans as their base, and the soft fragrance surrounds him. He raised his hand, took out a roll, and said, "A good poem came from the capital, let me read it to you."
Chapter completed!