Where is this? Why is there a familiar fishy smell?

The scholar only felt a headache, and his blurred vision gradually became clearer.

He opened his eyelids hard, but Jing Qian, Ma Jun and others beside him were still asleep.

He sat up and wanted to shake the door in front of him, but his limbs had no strength at all. What was going on?

Thinking back, I went to that silk shop yesterday and ate and drank. I can’t remember what the shopkeeper said in the middle.

Suddenly, a figure flashed through his mind, and Xiucai suddenly remembered Qiao Lianshou's bastard man.

"Qiao Lianshou, don't hide, I know it's you!" the scholar shouted loudly in the underground torture chamber.

"Stop shouting, you can't hear me." A voice came from the next door, and Xiucai let go of his hand holding the door.

There was a bang, as if something was kicked on the ground. At this time, another voice came from the next door and said: "You are not alone, are you?"

How does he know?

The scholar felt something strange, and slowly walked to the wall with heavy steps. At this time, the neighbor pushed an iron rod through the gap in the wall and opened the two sides.

He carefully leaned down and saw a shirtless old man sitting next door through the hole.

"Young people, it's hard to go out. Talking to the old man makes time fly by!"

The scholar suddenly saw a pile of bones from the corner next door, and suddenly felt an inexplicable sadness in his heart. According to what the old man just said, the pile of bones should also be the people who were locked up with him at the beginning.

"Old man, what's with the human bones in the corner?"

The old man moved his body, sighed, picked up the iron rod on the ground and blocked the hole in the wall.

It seemed that those poor bones were also the old man's companions, so why was he the only one still alive? The scholar couldn't hold back his curiosity. He glanced at the sleeping Jinggan and the others, then walked to the wall and pulled away the iron stick.

"Old man, why are you locked up here?"

The old man who was lying down next door and squinting his eyes immediately opened his eyes and glared at the hole in the wall angrily. He thought that this would dispel a junior's curiosity about this place, but he didn't expect that the scholar still refused to give up and used all his strength. The iron rod struck the wall.

"Knock it as hard as you can and see when you can break it open!" After saying that, he threw a bright bead over and said, "Keep it bright and see how many traces there are left by people!"

"I can't reach it!"

The old man had no choice but to get up and walk to the wall, pick up the bead and stuff it into the hole.

The scholar took it carefully and wiped it with his clothes. The light from the narrow gap above his head passed through the beads, and everything in the prison suddenly became bright.

There were densely packed palm prints, footprints, and iron rod marks on the wall.

The scholar was walking around the wall, looking at it, when suddenly there was another bang. He leaned down alertly and illuminated the ground, only to find that there were several rusty knives piled in the corner.

He picked up one of them from the ground and looked at it carefully. The old man slapped the wall like crazy and shouted: "Young man, put it down quickly! Just pretend you didn't see it!"

The scholar was so frightened by this shout that he dropped the sword in his hand. After the shock, he became even more curious.

"Old man, why is this?"

The old man frowned and thought for a moment, then sighed and sat on the ground before telling the whole story.

"I can't get out anymore. What am I still afraid of? It's okay to tell you! After a while, you will feel that they are a burden to you, and they will also feel that you are a burden. That weapon is specially provided for you. Tools of struggle!"

Jingqian, Ma Jun and the others have never had any misunderstandings with me. Even if there are some disputes between brothers, we will settle them. This old man is exaggerating!

"Why don't you speak? Don't you believe it?" The old man seemed to understand the scholar's thoughts. He sighed and continued: "They didn't believe it when they came!"

"Are there any exceptions?"

"Not at all!", the old man responded firmly.

"Then how did you get in?"

The old man fell silent again.

"Don't you want to tell me?" Xiucai continued to cross-examine.

"Humph, I used to work in their workshop, and people outside spread rumors about his benevolence and righteousness. Only I know, I know my own identity, and I know my mission. During the chaos a few years ago, there was a famine here, and the workshop There was a shortage of people, so he found an opportunity to build a platform for himself. He asked his two sons to transport a large number of locusts from the outer city, making the already barren fields even more barren! Now people in several villages were Facing the end of starvation!"

The old man became more and more excited as he spoke. He widened his eyes and continued: "And what are they doing now? Mix the chaff that they have no place to put at home with the sewage from the mountains, cook it into porridge and rice, open the door wide, and call people from all over the villages. Come and drink. As my mission dictated, I exposed their hypocrisy in front of everyone. A moment I didn't expect happened. The villagers, together with their men, beat my legs to pieces, and destroyed me and all my workmen. Imprisoned in this dungeon!"

After hearing this, the scholar broke out in cold sweat, folded his arms and continued to ask: "Is it because you told the truth?"

"right!"

"So, the pile of bones next to you are all your work? Then they just think you are a burden, and you also think they are a burden?" the scholar pressed.

The old man was silent again, sighing repeatedly.

Wait, he just said it was a mission. What is his mission? Who is he?

"Why do you still work at his house if you have a mission? What kind of mission is it?" the scholar asked curiously.

When the old man heard this, he laughed, and tears gradually appeared in the corners of his eyes: "A mission that can only be endured, but not a perfect person!"

Is there such a mission in the world? It is clearly pushing people to a dead end and failing to be a human being at all!

The old man wiped the tears from his eyes and said, "Xia! I just live in a tight spot!"

Xia, I often heard it mentioned by martial arts people in the past. As we all know, heroes in the world are either for fame or profit.

A hero is a rare person.

In the twenty-ninth year of Daoguang's reign, chaos recurred in the northwest, especially among the martial arts factions, who in the end were fighting for the orthodoxy of the martial arts.

At this time, a person appeared, Xia! No one knew who he was, but they only knew that his arrival must be to do a just thing. Therefore, Xia's figure was everywhere, and even the Nether Escort Bureau restrained itself a lot. .

Some people said that he was the fourth son of the emperor in the imperial court, but because of this matter, the imperial court conducted a secret investigation for a long time but could not find it.

Therefore, in the following world, Xia is like a code name. Every time he completes a just deed, he will retire and leave it to the next generation of Xia to carry out new missions.

It was difficult to breathe in the dungeon. The old man felt a little tired before he finished speaking. He slowly groped to the corner to sleep.

At this time, Jingqian and Huaiyi woke up one after another, and when they saw that they were in the dungeon, they both felt impatient in their hearts.

"It's Qiao Lianshou, that beast! Master Qiao's reputation will be defeated sooner or later by these two losers!" Ma Jun even cursed.

Several people began to get confused and quarreled. Only the scholar understood that such cruel methods came from a family of benevolence and righteousness.
Chapter completed!