The carriage of the Orthodox Academy left the Beibing Ma Sizheng Lane at the fastest speed.
The crowd gathered outside the alley didn't react at all. Even Mao Qiuyu and Chen Liuwang didn't know what happened in the courtyard.
The five hundred cavalry of the state church dispersed, leaving only trails of smoke and dust.
Chen Changsheng and the others were in such a hurry, not because Zhe Xiu's injury was too serious to support, but because the psychological shadow left by that small courtyard was too terrible.
Zhe Xiu was lying on a stretcher, wearing a clean cloth, his face was a little pale from not seeing the sun for a long time, and he was a little thin, but there were no wounds, and the condition looked pretty good.
The carriage was driving at high speed, the wind on the street lifted the corner of the curtain, Tang Sanshiliu saw the corner of the cornice of Zhou Prison, his face was slightly pale, and he subconsciously clenched the hilt of his sword, unlike when he talked with Zhou Tong in the courtyard before calm look.
Zhou Prison is gloomy, but the real scary one is Zhou Tong himself.
Chen Changsheng lowered his head, his temple hair was already wet with sweat, he looked as if he had just done heavy physical labor.
He took out a handkerchief from his sleeve, wiped off the sweat on his face, then rolled it in his palm, wrapping it with his true energy.
Before entering Zhou Prison, he pinched this handkerchief.
He rarely sweats, like Tang Thirty-Six and Xuanyuan Po, he has never seen it.
Today's situation is special, he thought in advance that he might sweat.
Chen Changsheng was really relieved after confirming that the handkerchief wet with sweat did not release the strange fragrance that made him uneasy.
For him, the confrontation with Zhou Tong in the small courtyard was more thrilling than the battle with Zhou Ziheng.
Because of this confrontation, their mentality needs to bear extremely terrifying coercion.
"Don't wipe your mouth." Tang Thirty-Six said looking at him who kept wiping his sweat.
Chen Changsheng paused, and asked, "Why?"
Tang Thirty-Six said: "Wipe your mouth with a handkerchief, just like Zhou Tong did just now, it will look very abnormal."
Xuanyuan Po's laughter came from the front of the carriage, the simple and honest boy of the bear tribe always had such a low smile.
This was a not-so-funny joke, and the atmosphere in the carriage was finally a little more relaxed.
Chen Changsheng's mood gradually calmed down, and he began to check Zhe Xiu's injury.
He rested his fingers on the pulse of Zhexiu, and listened quietly. Suddenly, there was a muffled bang in the carriage, and his fingers were flicked.
Tang Thirty-Six asked, "What's going on?"
"A whim, his old habit."
Chen Changsheng felt that there was something wrong with Zhe Xiu's pulse, so he frowned slightly, but he didn't say anything. Then he took off the golden needle from his finger, untied his collar, and prepared to use the needle to have a look.
With this solution, his hands froze.
After Tang Thirty-Six saw it, his body also froze.
Chen Changsheng's fingers trembled a little, but he still slowly unbuttoned the sleeves, exposing his body.
Yes, Zhe Xiu didn't have any injuries on his face, and he couldn't see any injuries or punishments, because those were all on his body.
Not a single inch of his body is complete now.
There were wounds and rotting flesh everywhere.
In some places you may even see bones.
In some places, even the bones turned black.
Chen Changsheng didn't know how many kinds of torture Zhexiu had suffered and how much poison he had been poisoned.
He didn't want to know either, because he couldn't bear to know.
There was a dead silence in the carriage.
"parking!"
Chen Changsheng said suddenly.
Tang Thirty-Six lowered his head, his right hand clenched the Wenshui sword again at some point.
Xuanyuan Po didn't know what happened in the carriage, he stopped the car and got in, and saw Zhexiu's miserable state.
His eyes suddenly turned red, his breathing became rapid and heavy, and because of anger, his arms began to thicken, and the hair like steel thorns protruded from the skin, which was the precursor of transformation.
"I'm going to kill Zhou Tong!"
Chen Changsheng and Tang Thirty-Six did not speak, but they also thought the same way, that's why they called to stop, and that's why they held the sword hilt.
Zhexiu was tortured so badly that Chen Changsheng could no longer maintain a calm and steady state of mind. Tang Sanshiliu didn't care about his status as a child of his family.
If Liang Xiaoxiao used his own death to accuse Zhexiu of colluding with the demons, and Zhexiu was implicated by Qijian, then Zhou Tong still refused to let him go, and using such cruel methods to torture Zhexiu was suffering for the Orthodox Academy.
They are the Orthodox Academy, of course they want to avenge Zhexiu.
At this moment, Zhe Xiu opened his eyes.
The depths of his pupils were still lemon-coloured.
It was the fusion of Nanke's poison and wolf blood.
But because too many poisons were planted in Zhou Prison, and the various toxins conflicted with each other, in the last few days, his eyesight gradually recovered.
Every time he woke up in the prison, he would face endless pain, so when he opened his eyes, he was filled with indifference and hatred.
But at this moment, what he saw was not those weird instruments of torture that were even specially designed for the monster race, but three young faces with expressions of concern.
In a short time, Zhexiu was fully awake, and from the expressions of the three of them, he guessed what they were going to do.
The vigilance and hatred in his eyes gradually disappeared, but there was still no expression on his face, and he directly said to Xuanyuan Po, "Drive."
His voice was weak, but there was a sense of refusal.
Xuanyuan Po shouted loudly: "We are going to return to Zhou Prison to avenge you."
Zhexiu looked at him expressionlessly and said: "There are many kinds of cannonballs in there, do you want to make braised bear's paws for them?"
It's still a bad joke, and this time no one laughs.
Of course it's not that Zhexiu never tells jokes, that's why everyone was a little surprised.
"But... there is really no way to swallow this breath." Tang Thirty-Six said.
Zhexiu said: "When you can't beat the opponent, you have to endure it, keep staring at him, strengthen yourself, and then bite him to death."
This is how wolves survive.
Chen Changsheng looked at him sadly and said, "I'm sorry, I'm the one who got you into trouble."
Zhe Xiu closed his eyes and ignored him.
Xuanyuan Po returned to the front of the carriage, and the carriage continued to drive.
Getting farther and farther away from Zhou Prison.
But the four teenagers on the carriage knew very well that one day, they would come back here.
Suddenly, an indifferent and straight voice sounded in the carriage.
It was the sound of Zhe Xiu, and he still had his eyes closed.
"If you think I'm too miserable... just add money."
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Back at the Orthodox Academy, the thirteen priests of the Qing Dynasty who had been waiting for a long time began to treat Zhexiu with the holy light technique, and then Chen Changsheng began to treat him with his own hands, carefully treating the horrific wounds on Zhexiu with gold needles and a knife, It took half a day to complete the process, and it was already dark.
Zhexiu was injured too badly. In order to facilitate treatment and avoid moving, he did not live in the small buildings by the forest bank. He laid a thick bedding on the wooden floor of the library, and just lay down on the ground like this.
With the help of the light, Chen Changsheng looked at the directory of the Orthodox Academy, then put it back in the drawer, looked at the wolf boy who closed his eyes, endured the pain and said nothing, and remembered that Zhexiu said in Zhouyuan that he wanted to Ask for a sword.
"Money... I don't have much right now." Chen Changsheng ignored Tang Thirty-Six's annoyed gaze, and said to Zhexiu, "But I have many swords, you can choose whatever you want."