After snowing, the Changling Mausoleum becomes bone-chillingly cold. Even though the sky is no longer snowing, the snow accumulated between the roof tiles and in the shade is not easy to melt away, and eventually becomes harder and harder, turning into an ice shell mixed with bits and pieces of dust. .
There are not many pedestrians in Shendu Prison, and the snow on many corridors is difficult to melt. The deep and shallow footprints are like imprinted on the light gray ice shell, and the people who left the footprints do not know where they are. This added to the gloomy atmosphere in Shendu Prison.
Occasionally, there were a few shrill voices that seemed to be gagged, and the screams were not very pleasant, faintly coming from the cracks in the doors of some houses, echoing in the room, and then quickly disappeared.
Chen Shou, who was wearing a crimson robe, always looked decadent and downcast. He walked slowly on the snow-covered road, giving people the feeling of a wilted pomegranate. The high-ranking and powerful dignitaries of the Great Qin Dynasty were linked together.
The old, deaf-mute old servant who had been helping him drive the car was already waiting at the gate of Shendu Prison. He didn't give any instructions, and the old servant didn't make any gestures at all, but after he boarded the car, Then he drove in circles in the streets and alleys of Changling, seemingly aimlessly.
Sitting in the crude carriage, Supervisor Chen lowered his head slightly, as if he had fallen asleep, but at a certain moment, he slowly raised his head and opened the curtain.
The unmarked carriage was driving into the shadows of a high wall.
When he lifted the curtain of the car, many strands of vitality from the heavens and the earth gently poured out from his body.
Without even a whiff of the wind, layers of crystal-like brilliance quickly gathered around his body, like forming countless mirrors, reflecting the surrounding light.
He was obviously wearing a deep red robe, but even if there were passers-by around, they could only see the curtains of the car being blown by the wind, but they couldn't see him walking out of the car.
At this moment, he seemed to be transparent.
Then he flew up lightly, over the high wall, and fell into the courtyard.
In the courtyard is a garden that has withered under the winter snow.
Supervisor Chen walked through the garden and into the corridor.
Only then did the crystal-like brilliance gathered around him slowly disappear, and his figure slowly emerged from the air like a ghost.
He walked straight along this corridor, finally entered the backyard, and stopped in front of a study.
He didn't try to hide his footsteps.
In this study room, sat a middle-aged man with long beard who looked like a scholar, wearing a gray cotton robe. He was rubbing ink and was about to write some letter, but the ink had not melted completely because of the cold weather.
The middle-aged man with long beard heard unfamiliar footsteps, but he did not stop grinding ink, because even though he knew that this was an inexplicable visitor, in his eyes, there were only a very small number of people in the entire Changling who could understand it. He poses a threat.
But how could those limited big men who could pose a threat to him appear in front of him in this way
So when Supervisor Chen's footsteps stopped, he sneered arrogantly and said: "It's cold outside, since you're here, don't wait outside."
Hearing such words from the study, Supervisor Chen's expression did not change at all, and he didn't even make any unnecessary movements. The study door in front of him was pushed open by the breath gushing out of him.
The middle-aged man with long beard narrowed his eyes slightly, and was about to say something, but when he saw the crimson robe on Chief Chen's body and felt the strange mixed atmosphere of decadence and haze, his haughty face suddenly changed. frozen.
"You...you are the prisoner of the gods..." The cold air continuously gushed out from the depths of his body, making his tongue stiff.
"I am."
Supervisor Chen spit out three words very directly.
The middle-aged man with long beard turned pale instantly.
"I know you are a very special middleman." Supervisor Chen looked at him indifferently, and said slowly and clearly, "Some practitioners in the army in other counties also want to live a good life. There are also countless places to spend money, but if there is no war for a while, they can't accumulate military achievements, get rewards, and can't get transfer orders. But they have very good fighting power, and some of them will do some Killing people for others. However, there are some powerful people in Changling, but they need someone to help them kill some people, and it is best not to have anything to do with yourself."
Thinking of the legend about the mysterious chief supervisor of the capital of the gods, this middle-aged man with long beard kept sweating from his forehead and running down his face, but he still said forcefully: "No matter what you say, it will be with me. Nothing to do, because you can't possibly have evidence."
"You're right, I have no proof."
Supervisor Chen lowered his eyelids coldly.
The middle-aged man with a long beard suddenly realized something, his eyes were instantly filled with unbelievable light, and a ball of light in his hand burst out like the rising sun, and exuded abnormal terror, which was about to smash the entire study room into pieces breath.
However, at this moment, his mind suddenly became dizzy, the vision in front of him became blurred, and any movement of his body became extremely slow due to the drowsiness of his thoughts.
A crimson sword light flew from the sleeve of Supervisor Chen's crimson robe, piercing his heart gently and deftly.
The mind of the middle-aged man with long beard regained consciousness instantly.
However, a bit of coolness spread from his heart in an instant. Looking at the crimson sword light retracted into his sleeve, the power in his body also quickly faded like a tide. His palm showed.
"Why?"
This middle-aged man with a long beard couldn't understand what method the legendary chief supervisor of the gods used to make him lose his mind in an instant. Under such circumstances, the other party dared to kill him directly.
"There is no reason." Supervisor Chen said indifferently: "It's just that you don't understand me... because I never follow the rules."
The middle-aged man with long beard clutched his heart and sat down slowly. He was extremely painful and even more incomprehensible and said: "As the head of the Shendu prison, you supervise the officials according to the laws of the Great Qin. People like you don't follow the laws. Isn’t it a more serious crime to follow the rules? Even if you don’t follow the rules, why do you want to kill me, why don’t you want to know something from me?”
"Whether people in our position can gain a foothold in Changling depends only on whether they are loyal to the Great Qin Dynasty and His Majesty, not on any guilt." Looking at him who refused to die, Chief Supervisor Chen said coldly: "It is from your mouth. What I know here is still not absolute evidence for those noble people. What I need is to make the situation more chaotic... If someone makes a mess, they will make mistakes and let me catch them."
The middle-aged man with long beard felt more and more painful. He moaned and made a strange sound from his throat, "Then why me? Why me?"
"Because of your identity." Supervisor Chen looked at him blankly and said, "Because you are not from the military, even if you are killed, no military personnel will pay attention unless it is someone related to you." It is possible to use the power of the military to track down this matter. He may want to know which force did this. As long as he investigates, I may know who he is."
The middle-aged man with long beard let out his last breath from his throat, fell forward on the desk, and died in pain.
The strong vitality of heaven and earth gushed out from Supervisor Chen's body again, and his body became transparent again in the air and disappeared.
He crossed the high wall and walked through the streets and alleys transparently.
Pedestrians walked by along the way and didn't notice his presence at all.
He walked through several streets and alleys, opened the curtain of the carriage that was still moving slowly, and sat in the carriage, as if nothing had happened.
Every day, he seems to just ride the carriage carried by the deaf-mute old servant, patrolling the streets and alleys of Changling, occasionally issuing one or two orders, other than that, he seems to have nothing to do all day long. Do.
However, in the deep walled compound he left just now, more and more blood flowed from the chest of the middle-aged bearded man who died on the desk, and finally covered the entire desk, flowing along the desk. The horns continued to flow to the ground.
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At the same time, Ding Ning was also in the moving carriage.
When Chen Jianshou slowly turned the energy of heaven and earth gathered around him into nothingness, and then lowered his head slightly to think about something, he was also lowering his head slightly to think about something.
Zhushan County in Berkshire is no stranger to him.
The richest and most powerful family in Zhushan County is the Feng family.
And Feng's family is also among the flowers on the wall in his wine shop.