Jian Xiuyun changed into the Jinyun clothes worn by the guards, and then spread his own clothes on the fainted man on the ground, then got up, and looked at the black gate not far away.
Before getting close, I could already feel the chill coming from inside.
No need to ask, this should be a dungeon.
Jian Xiuyun was still thinking about how to get in? Unexpectedly, it didn't take long to see a guard walking out clutching his stomach, probably going to Gong's room.
Seeing this, Jian Xiuyun hurriedly followed behind him, knocked him out by surprise, and then changed into his clothes.
Then he temporarily turned into his appearance with spiritual power, and after repeatedly confirming that there were no flaws, he hurried towards the door.
The guard who was guarding the gate together was a strong man. As soon as he saw him, he scolded: "Why have you been away for so long, kid? I thought you fell in."
Jian Xiuyun lowered his head and rubbed his stomach, and said weakly: "It's really uncomfortable."
The strong man saw that his face was pale, and he didn't seem to be pretending, so he slowed down his tone, and said with concern: "So uncomfortable? How about you go in and rest for a while, this bird's day, there should be no one to patrol."
Jian Xiuyun couldn't get what he wanted, so he forced a smile, bowed his body and said, "Thank you!"
"You're welcome, you go, I'll watch here." The strong man said, patted him on the shoulder, and sent him in.
Jian Xiuyun sat down on the stool at the door. After the strong man went out, he got up and walked in.
Inside is a long corridor with rooms separated by iron doors on both sides.
The room was almost full of people.
Some were lying on the ground in tatters, and some were hung from the beams, dripping with blood.
It is needless to say who is locked up here, so Jian Xiuyun kept his head half-lowered, for fear of being recognized.
After all, he even borrowed his spiritual power now, so it was impossible to rescue them all.
Along the way, Jian Xiuyun did see a few people he knew, but he never saw Lin Liaoting and the others.
The further you go, the lower the temperature and the dimmer the light.
Jian Xiuyun couldn't help feeling a little anxious.
Almost an hour had passed since he came out, and Kan Wenxiao might find out that he was not there at any time.
Seeing that it was the end of the day and Lin Liao Ting was still missing, Jian Xiuyun was about to let out a long sigh of relief when he caught a glimpse of a figure from the corner of his eye.
The man was hung upside down on the beam, and the purple robe on his body could hardly recognize its original color, it was tattered and stained with dirty blood.
His long hair hangs loosely on the ground, revealing his dirty face.
Jian Xiuyun was stunned for a moment, and then immediately ran over with big strides, clasping the cold iron gate with both hands, the chill seeped into his body along his skin.
He tremblingly stared at the person inside. The person seemed to have sensed something, and slowly opened his closed eyes. After looking at him for a long time, he finally realized that he began to struggle, and called him in a hoarse voice, "Master."
"Liao Ting." Jian Xiuyun was almost speechless, he took out the key he just found from the bodyguard, and began to try it with trembling hands.
Soon, the cell door was opened, and Jian Xiuyun rushed in, picked up the broken tiles on the ground, cut the rope, and let him down.
"Liao Ting." Jian Xiuyun called him in a low voice, trembling.
Jian Xiuyun stretched out his hand to help him up, but before he touched him, he avoided him, then took two steps back with hands and feet, lowered his head and hugged himself tightly, curled up, "Don't touch me, Master Zun, dirty, don't touch it."
Jian Xiuyun felt great grief in his heart, only felt a fishy taste in his throat, and couldn't speak.
There was a voice in the distance, and Jian Xiuyun knew that he couldn't delay any longer, so he stood up.
Looking around, he saw the hay that was spread on the ground and was used as a bed. After thinking for a while, he took out a fire pocket and lit it.
Dry grass is flammable, so the fire spread quickly. Jian Xiuyun ran out and opened all the nearby cell doors, and the prisoners inside rushed out immediately.
Jian Xiuyun walked in and lit the dry grass inside one after another.
The fire soon became violent.
While Jian Xiuyun yelled that the water was gone, he turned around and brought Lin Liaoting out.
Lin Liaoting still resisted his touch, but he had been hung up for too long and had no strength at all, so he had to be supported by Jian Xiuyun to walk out.
The fire was fierce, the prisoners who were released scattered, and those who were still locked panicked and screamed, and the dungeon quickly became chaotic.
Jian Xiuyun took advantage of the chaos and took Lin Liaoting to escape quickly.
When meeting the guards, Lin Liaoting pretended to be unconscious, explaining that the prisoner's room was flooded and he passed out again, so he had to be sent out first, after all, the Lord attached great importance to his life and death.
Because of the chaos and no one to investigate carefully, Jian Xiuyun's journey has been smooth.
Lin Liaoting's injuries were serious, and when Jian Xiuyun lowered his head, he could occasionally see bloodstains scattered on the ground.
But Lin Liaoting didn't say a word, just walked with him silently.
Jian Xiuyun felt uncomfortable in his heart, but he also knew that he could not show it to irritate him, so he just ran away with him silently, and occasionally comforted him, "We are here, we are going out soon, hold on..."
Finally, Jian Xiuyun saw the door.
I don't know if it was because the guards went in to put out the fire, but the gate was not closed, and there was no one at the gate.
Light came in and covered the stone road in front of me.
"It's about to come out." Jian Xiuyun turned his head and said to Lin Liaoting, then took him and strode out.
The snow outside still hasn't stopped, spreading profusely and covering the earth, the boundary between heaven and earth is almost hidden, without any trace.
However, in the next second, a black spot suddenly appeared on the white snow, like ink stains accidentally stained on rice paper.
Jian Xiuyun looked at the figure that was getting closer, and stopped.
Both feet stepped heavily on the snow, and Xue cried out for help in pain.
But no one knows.
Kan Wen Xiao came here on snow, without an umbrella, but his body was not wet, but his complexion was colder than snow.
He stood still in front of Jian Xiuyun, his voice was cold and he couldn't hear his emotions, "Master, where are you taking him?"
Kan Wenxiao clasped Jian Xiuyun's wrist, and strode towards the sleeping hall.
Jian Xiuyun struggled desperately behind him, but Kan Wenxiao's arm was like an iron hoop, motionless.
"Let go of me! Kan Wenxiao, let me go!" Jian Xiuyun was furious.
Kan Wen Xiao Huan acted as if he had never heard of it, and only let go of him when he entered the bedroom.
As soon as Jian Xiuyun got rid of the shackles, he immediately backed away from him, and then thought of Lin Liaoting, took a few steps forward, pushed him in front of him, and asked: "Where did you let someone take him?" ? He is injured, can someone treat him first, otherwise he will die!"
Kan Wenxiao looked at him quietly, with a storm in his eyes, "So what if you die?"
Seeing his indifferent look, Jian Xiuyun leaned on the edge of the table with his hands, his nails sank hard, and said sadly: "Kan Wenxiao, no matter how you say, he is also your senior brother, why is this so?"
"Why is this?" Kan Wenxiao approached with a smile as if he had heard some joke.
The laughter gradually died down, and the look in his eyes gradually turned cruel. He looked into Jian Xiuyun's eyes, and said word by word: "Master, why do you think it's not like this?"