"Wait! I found it!"

Ji Li retracted his hand and looked at Zhiying, half of his body lying on the scroll, with his head close to the corner covered with tea. It seemed that the clue he had found was very small.

The others also turned their eyes when they heard this.

Fudan stretched his head toward the scroll and asked, "What did you find?"

Zhiying stood up and pointed at the scroll and said excitedly: "I know where the painting on this scroll is!" His eyes were bright, as if he had discovered some shocking secret.

Fudan and others waited silently for her answer. Huaishu said hesitantly: "Here...the red maple forest outside Batuyuan?"

"Yes!" Weaver Ying's fingertips moved to a water stain and said to everyone: "Look, what's inside this water drop!"

Everyone gathered around and looked at where Zhiying was pointing. The water stains on the paper were like a convex lens, showing the picture below more clearly.

There is a field of iris flowers. The green grass is surrounded by countless purple-red long and hanging flower spikes. It has a gentle and delicate feeling, which is very different from the large and fiery red on the scroll.

What made everyone particularly surprised was that among the blooming rosettes, there was an upright man sitting on his back. His gray hair was scattered randomly on his back, and it was like a short cloak, covering this man.

Suddenly the man moved. He turned his head sideways. His movements were a little stiff, like a puppet. He turned one by one, and his body slowly turned around, but it was even stiffer than turning his head. He seemed to be sitting in a flower bush.

A long, long time.

Zhi Ying and others held their breath, as if the moment to reveal the miracle was about to come.

The person in the scroll finally turned around with difficulty, and the moment they saw his true appearance, everyone took a breath of cold air.

What kind of person is that?

The deeply sunken eyes, the chapped lips, and the face couldn't be called a face at all. They were all covered with uneven dark marks. Even the eyelids were not like this and were drooping loosely.

As if it had been scratched by a sharp blade, from the left forehead to the right cheek, a frightening and ferocious scar as thick as a finger was printed on it. From the wound in the middle, it opened outward, like a dark mud ditch, as if you could smell the smell emanating from inside.

The stench.

In comparison, the ruggedness I just saw was nothing.

Now, the pair of dark-colored eyes that seemed to be buried deep in the two eye sockets were looking at them intently.

In other words, he was not looking at them, because his eyes had no focus, and there was no sparkle in them. It was just because his body was facing them, so his eyes were also facing them.

"Oh my God! Has he been poured?" Fudan's exclamation rang in his ears.

Zhi Ying was caught off guard and her eardrum was hurt by the impact. She covered her left ear, looked away from the scroll, and stayed away from the terrifying person.

"What pouring?" she asked.

Huai Shu frowned and explained: "Pouring is a kind of torture. It involves pouring hot molten iron on the prisoner's face, and then taking it off after cooling to form a perfect human-shaped mask." He paused, and then continued.

Continuing, "Because the molten iron has stuck to the dough during the cooling process, so when taking out the iron mold, a layer of skin will be peeled off. This kind of punishment is designed to make the prisoner never forget the crime he committed.

Get rid of the pain you have experienced."

Zhi Ying's scalp felt numb when she heard it. She had heard of inviting you to be put in an urn, heard of lingchi, heard of cutting in half, and heard of skinning. Well, this could be considered a kind of skinning.

How could anyone come up with such an inhumane punishment?

She glanced at the Huai technique explaining pouring, then passed over Fu Dan Xian Sang, and finally landed on Ji Li. She bit her lip and said, "You also use this kind of punishment?"

Xian Sang stood up, Pinpin walked to Ji Li's side, with a smile on his open face, and said to Zhi Ying: "That was created by your Heavenly Emperor, why don't you, a member of the God Clan, know about it?"

Zhiying gave her a big roll of his eyes and said with a pun: "I'm not the daughter of the Emperor of Heaven, how do I know about the Emperor of Heaven!"

"What do you mean?" Xian Sangfeng narrowed his eyes slightly and moved closer to Weaver Ying.

Zhi Ying shrugged without retreating, tilted his head, and said with an innocent expression: "That's the literal meaning, otherwise what do you think I mean, princess?"

Xian Sang looked gloomy and said in a bad tone: "You..."

At the same time, a voice like a breeze blowing like a bamboo cut off Xian Sang's sweet shout, and Ji Li spoke indifferently, but it was a warning that could not be ignored: "Xian Sang, we will discuss unimportant matters in private."

Looking at Zhi Ying who was hiding behind Ji Li, sticking out her tongue and making faces at him, Xian Sang's beautiful and angry face was the same color as the red dress on her body.

When Zhi Ying saw this color, he felt soothed all over his body, and his scalp, which was numb from the torture of pouring just now, was soothed and smoothed out.

Ji Li's biological sister lives in her sea of ​​consciousness, how can he not protect him?

She put her hands on Ji Li's shoulders and rested her chin on the back of her hands, enjoying the sight of Xian Sang's beautiful eyes quenching, but not being able to vent her frustration.

Suddenly, she felt a pain in her wrist, which forced her to raise her head and hold her wrist, staring left and right. However, the pain stopped after a while. It was so strange!

Ji Li, who was in front of him, felt something strange about her, turned around and asked with concern: "What's wrong with you?"

Zhi Ying felt that it was a bit embarrassing to say that his wrist hurt. After all, he had such a big reaction just now, and it didn't hurt anymore, so he calmed down and kept his voice a little heavy.

"I see that although the punishment of pouring was invented by the Emperor of Heaven, it must have been widely spread. Moreover, this scroll was obtained from the Lord Fengxu, and he attached so much importance to it. I am afraid that this person's miserable situation will be different from Fengxu.

The ruler of the country is not free from his involvement. Mr. Ji Li, do we still want to continue the investigation?"

Ji Li turned back and walked to the table, picked up the maple forest scroll and looked at it. The water stains in the corner had been dried, and he could still see the red maple forest that was growing in full swing. There was no weaving shadow that he had seen then.

The mystery is hidden, but it hides secrets that don't want to be known.

He held the Fenglin scroll and looked at it for a long time, and was silent for a long time. Just when Zhiying wanted to go back to the house to catch up on his sleep, he finally put down the scroll, scanned the four people around him one by one, and finally said: "Fu Dan,

Huai Shu." He looked at Zhi Ying again, "And you, get ready, and then go into the scroll to explore."

Zhi Ying pursed his lips: "You know how to call me..." His eyes froze, and he suddenly felt that this sentence sounded familiar.

Before she could start thinking, Xian Sang's voice rang over there: "Your Highness, I have studied the art of space. Although I dare not say that I am proficient in it, I am also familiar with various space structures."

Ji Li frowned: "What do you want to say?"

Zhiying's thoughts moved slightly, and she couldn't help but smile. She raised her hand to pick up the tea cup on the table and drank tea. Then she heard Xian Sang say in a pleading tone: "Xian Sang was unable to help His Highness during this trip, but right now, all of you here are afraid that nothing will happen to you."
Chapter completed!