In the military camp on Huyou Mountain, a man who looked like Fu Huaiyu sat in the middle. It was Mo Zilian. With his eyes narrowed, he sat at the desk and picked up a pen, writing on a piece of paper: "The traitor Liang Yu has been arrested. Please make the decision, Ninth Prince."
After a while, as if thinking for a long time, he stood up and rolled up the note, "Someone, bring the pigeon."
After he finished speaking, there was a knock on the door. "Your Majesty, the carrier pigeon has been brought."
"Come in!" Mo Zilian opened his mouth slightly, and the door was pushed open. He saw the soldier holding a birdcage with a snow-white pigeon in it.
After opening the cage and taking out the pigeon, Mo Zilian stuffed the rolled-up paper into the small bamboo tube on the pigeon's foot and asked the soldier to release the pigeon. He turned around and walked slowly towards the dungeon.
In the dark dungeon, there was a foul smell. Most of the prisoners were disobedient, and some wanted to rebel. Mo Zilian walked slowly to Liang Yu's cell door. It turned out that when he returned to Hu Youshan a few days ago, Mo Zilian first exposed Liang Yu's crimes and then locked him up in the dungeon. At this time, the blood stains on Liang Yu's body had dried, his lips were white, and there were many cracks, which showed that he had not had a good time in the past few days.
Seeing Liang Yu who was already covered with scars, Mo Zilian sneered, "Oh, it's true that you can't guard against a thief in your own home no matter how hard you try! Liang Yu, Liang Yu, why do you have to be a traitor? Just enjoy the last moments of your life! Hahaha!" Those few sinister laughs were like a death warrant, which made people's hair stand on end.
Hearing this, Liang Yu slowly raised his head and looked in the direction of the voice. Seeing Mo Zilian's cold face, he was filled with fear. At this time, Mo Zilian was still wearing a human skin mask that looked the same as Fu Huaiyu's. The indifference in his eyes was like a demon crawling out of hell, licking the last bit of hope in people's hearts.
Liang Yu knew Fu Huaiyu's methods, and Mo Zilian's methods were extremely cruel, even worse than Fu Huaiyu's. Almost none of the people executed by him had intact bodies. Mo Zilian sneered at Liang Yu's frightened face, and glanced at the wet ground under Liang Yu with disgust. He despised Liang Yu in his heart. He had no courage to begin with, but he actually wanted to learn to be a spy.
The next morning, Mo Zilian received a letter from the Ninth Prince via carrier pigeon. There was not much written on it, only one word "kill" in the middle of the white paper, which was unusually clear.
Mo Zilian sneered and said, "Come here, drag Liang Yu from the dungeon to the execution ground."
"Yes, Your Majesty." The soldier took the order, but felt a little nervous when he was about to go out. After dealing with him for the past few days, he already knew that the man in front of him was definitely not a good person. A few days ago, a soldier expressed some dissatisfaction in his tone, but this prince directly dragged him out and beat him with fifty boards. It was said that the boards were smeared with salt, which made people feel painful just thinking about it.
Seeing that the time was getting closer to noon, Mo Zilian walked towards the execution ground calmly. When he arrived at the execution ground, Liang Yu had already been pressed there.
Mo Zilian looked at Liang Yu, who was already having difficulty breathing, with a gentle smile on his face. However, Liang Yu's heart was already filled with fear. When he saw Mo Zilian, it was as if he saw a murderous demon waving at him.
Liang Yu wanted to struggle, but his body, which had been tortured by Mo Zi to the point where he had no strength left, could not move.
When the soldier saw him coming, he stepped forward and reported, "Your Majesty, the criminal Liang Yu has been taken to the execution ground. Please execute him."
Mo Zilian waved his hand, signaling the soldiers to retreat and head towards Liang Yu.
"How is it? Is the weather nice today? Do you feel much warmer?" After a few questions, it was as gentle as usual, but Liang Yu didn't think so at this time.
He hadn't had any water for the whole day, and now he was under the sun, and he felt the moisture on his body being evaporated bit by bit, and his lips were even more cracked. He opened his mouth, but the pain in his throat was so severe that he couldn't say a word except for some hoarse sounds.
Mo Zilian had anticipated this situation, but he reached out and asked someone to bring a glass of water over. "Here, feed it to him."
The soldiers were puzzled by this, but since the prince had spoken, they naturally had to obey. Liang Yu was already very thirsty, so he did not resist and drank the water obediently.
"How is it? Do you feel better?" He opened the fan and looked at the person in front of him with a smile.
Liang Yu felt that he had regained some strength, nodded, and looked at Mo Zilian hopefully. He was willing to give him water, did that mean that he still had a chance to survive? The despair in his eyes seemed to have faded a lot, but he didn't expect that this was exactly what Mo Zilian wanted.
"Go and prepare five horses. I don't need to tell you about the rest, right?" Liang Yu's hope had not been revealed for long, and Mo Zilian's next words extinguished all the light in his eyes.
Obviously, five horses torn into pieces!
Liang Yu was tied to five strong horses. Only then did he realize that despair after hope was the greatest pain. But now, Liang Yu could only shout with all his strength, "No!"
"Now, it's just the beginning..." Mo Zilian's voice seemed to be the final decree from hell. At the same time, five horses ran in five different directions like crazy, tearing Liang Yu apart.
On the other side, Xiao Shushen, who received the news that Liang Yu had been torn into pieces by five horses, was restless and frowned. Since Liang Yu was already dead, it meant that the matter had been exposed.
Her long nails dug into the pastry in her hand, causing it to crack instantly and shatter onto the ground. "Madam Gui, tell the people in Hu Youshan to withdraw as soon as possible. And don't let any clues show up. If there is any mistake, you know the consequences..." Her voice trembled, and she felt a chill on her back.
Fu Huaiyu, she had underestimated his methods, she didn't expect him to be so cruel.
"Yes." Aunt Gui wiped the sweat off her forehead, her eyes full of seriousness. More than ten spies had been placed on Huyou Mountain a long time ago. However, the defense was strict, and these seemingly few people were placed there with great difficulty, and many people died along the way. And now, they had to withdraw all of them, how could anyone be willing!
Xiao Shushen slumped on the bed, her makeup smudged by sweat. She looked into the mirror carelessly, her former beauty replaced by a horrifying one. She suddenly felt a surge of anger, and reached out to take a hairpin from her hair and threw it at the mirror. There was a "snap" sound, followed by the creaking sound of the mirror breaking, leaving only fragments on the ground.
What a great Ninth Prince! Whatever he wanted in this world, he would never fail to get!