Why are you so fierce? Be good

Author: ten lights

Why are you so fierce? Be good

No one knew that the most lively place of wine and meat in the backstreets contained the most horrifying place for torture and confessions in the entire Dawei.

The people imprisoned here are all extremely evil people, and each of them is burdened with countless blood debts. They spend their days in this dark place, causing the sky to respond and the earth to fail.

They called this place - the eighteenth level of hell.

Xiao Pingfeng walked in, wrapped in a dark cloak, and all the people wearing fang masks at the door knelt on the ground.

He walked toward the innermost without looking back, passing many cells along the way. Those evildoers who reached out to ask for help hid in the corners after seeing him, not daring to say a word.

There is no other reason, just because he is the person in charge here, and every prisoner who passes by his hands is afraid of him.

"Master, we're here." The palace man said respectfully.

Xiao Pingfeng hummed, but she didn't go in directly. Instead, she looked at the torture instruments outside. There were so many torture instruments that it was dazzling. There was blood dripping on many of the torture instruments, indicating that they had just been used!

The hand under the black robe slowly stretched out in the dim yellow dungeon. The hand with clearly defined and beautiful joints made people almost worship it. Among the various instruments of torture, a small knife was selected.

When the palace man saw this, he trembled all over.

It seems that the master is really not in a good mood today.

I just hope that the people inside can hold on longer, otherwise it is better to be killed directly than to die after being cut to pieces.

As you walk further in, you can hear the clear sound of whipping, and the dull feeling of the whip hitting the flesh is very creepy.

The people inside saw Xiao Pingfeng coming in and stopped what they were doing.

"Still no move?" He played with the knife in his hand. The blade glowed coldly under the candlelight, making people shudder.

"Master, no, this novice is very tough-talking."

"Novice monk?" Xiao Pingfeng looked at the man with the lute bone hanging on the wall, and the knife quickly spun into flowers in his palm: "Have you ever seen a monk with twelve ring scars on his head?"

Patriarch Bodhidharma is only ten, but this man actually has twelve neat ones on his head. It’s really stupid.

"You can go out, I don't need you for the rest." He walked towards the person on the wall without raising his eyes.

Soon there were only two people left in the whole room.

Xiao Pingfeng slowly took off her black robe and threw it on a chair aside. She walked up to the novice monk with a knife and gestured on his face.

"Stop pretending when you wake up."

The novice monk opened his eyes, his eyes were scarlet red, his face was stained with blood, and the gray robe on his body was no longer the same color as before.

The first time he saw Xiao Pingfeng, his pupils were shocked, and then he burst into laughter and said, "It's you!"

"It's me." Xiao Pingfeng opened her thin lips lightly, her whole person cold and ruthless. He looked at the person in front of him and thought about where to start.

The novice monk sneered: "Who would have thought that His Royal Highness, who is like a god, would be the master of these eighteen levels of hell. I'm afraid even the emperor's second son doesn't know about it."

Xiao Pingfeng answered lazily but patiently: "I don't know."

"Hahaha, then you have committed the crime of deceiving the emperor!" The novice monk felt as if he knew something terrible.

Xiao Pingfeng glanced at him lazily, as if looking at an idiot: "So?"

The novice frowned at this retort: ​​"Aren't you afraid?"

A sarcastic smile appeared on Xiao Pingfeng's lips: "Do you think you still have the life to go out and meet the Holy Emperor?"

The light still lingered in the novice's eyes: "How did you know it was impossible? Our people will spread the news."

"Oh? Your people." Xiao Pingfeng raised her eyebrows frivolously: "Are you talking about the two men in black last night? They are both dead."

"How could..." The novice was stunned, but he soon calmed down: "So what, there are many of us."

Xiao Pingfeng sighed lightly and shook her head: "Should I say you are stupid, or should I say you are blindly confident?" He played with the knife in his hand: "Do you know why this place is called the Eighteenth Level of Hell?"

The novice licked his chapped lips and said nothing.

The candlelight flickered, and the inner room was eerily quiet.

The handsome man suddenly raised his lips wickedly and uttered four words: "Because... there are no survivors here."

As soon as he finished speaking, the knife had already been pierced into the novice's body...

…

Yan has not had such a good time in the late Qing Dynasty for a long time. Today he ate candied haws and drank sour plum soup. He also went to the back street to see the ice lake. At this moment, night fell and the back street was shrouded in lights. He took advantage of the night to walk on the bluestone path. , the bustling crowd is mixed with the aroma of roasted sweet potatoes.

At this moment, she felt that she was really living in the world.

"It's getting late, the princess is probably tired from playing, and it's time to go back home," Huaiyu said.

Yan Wanqing nodded. The temperature outside was very low. Under the light, she exhaled a puff of white air.

Congge helped her get into the carriage, but Huaiyu did not accompany him. He said that he needed to go back and pack his things before going to the Zhenguo Duke's mansion later.

Yan Wanqing felt tired after playing all day, so he leaned on the carriage and took a nap.

The carriage was swaying, the surrounding sounds became longer and longer, and the surrounding area gradually became quieter.

She fell into a deep sleep, and when she woke up, it was pitch dark inside the carriage.

"Congge?" she shouted, but no one answered her.

Yan Wanqing frowned and shouted again: "Cong Huan?"

This time, no one answered her.

Yan Wanqing opened the curtain and came down. The carriage happened to be stuck in a small alley. It took some effort for her to squeeze herself out of the gap.

Cong Ge and Cong Huan will definitely not leave themselves, and the coachman will definitely not leave the carriage.

At this moment, she was the only one in the car, which meant that they had encountered an accident, but she was fine, which meant that the other party had no ill intentions, otherwise they would have just woken her up directly, and there was no need to wait for her to feel comfortable before waking up.

Yan Wanqing took a few steps forward, with panting horses behind her. With the light behind her, she saw a tall man standing in front.

"What do you mean by this?" She spoke first.

The man slowly turned around when he heard the voice. The expression under his black robe was unclear. Yan Wanqing could not see clearly, but he felt that it was very familiar.

She took a few steps forward without fear of death. The alley was so dark that she had to hold on to the wall and move forward.

As he walked, he asked, "Where is my maid? Where is the coachman?"

The man still didn't answer, and Yan Wanqing felt a little angry. She didn't want to expose the existence of the secret guard prematurely before she was not sure what the other person's intention was.

"Speak!" she shouted sweetly.

First, a deep laughter came to her ears, and it felt more and more familiar.

When Yan Wanqing was stunned, the man had already arrived.

She subconsciously raised her hand to block him, and in the blink of an eye her arms were pressed against the wall and his chest.

"Why are you so mean? Be good."

An arrogant voice sounded in her ears, and Yan Wanqing's face turned dark instantly.

It’s this guy!
Chapter completed!