While Mohe was dazed, he heard the king's ministers raising their heads above the city gate and saying to him on the ground, "Mohe, Mohe, you plotted to murder His Majesty, and you dare to come back! I'm just waiting for you to come back."
Hum. Pull into the dungeon."
Mohe: "..." He was speechless and unable to judge. His broken body looked at the person with blurred eyes as they carried him away.
When his eyelids dropped inadvertently, he fell into a deep sleep.
When he woke up again, Mohe's world was dark. He looked around and saw that he was already in a cage. There were also noisy sounds and the "squeaking" of mice in his ears.
Mohe immediately got up to avoid the rat under him, but his body was injured. He suddenly got up and pulled the wound. His body was sore and weak, and he immediately fell down.
"Bah, bah, bah." There is a lump on my back, bulging, and it hurts.
"Bah." After a while, there was no sound from behind.
Mohe said with pain, turned around with difficulty. This time, he fell to the ground.
The impact on the abdomen and back makes the pain even more painful.
Mohe scratched the stone bed and saw a gray mouse with its intestines and flesh squeezed out... "Ugh——"
The always noble Prince Mohe immediately vomited when he saw such a scene.
Vomiting is not a good thing for an injured patient, let alone one with an arrow wound in the abdomen and back.
"vomit--"
However, Mohe couldn't stop it. His upbringing made him unable to accept this kind of scene.
Even in the army, no matter how difficult the conditions were, his tent was always clean.
No matter how disgusting the flesh and blood on the field is, there is no need for him to go into battle to clean up the battlefield.
"Who, who? It's so disgusting, I keep vomiting! How can grandpa sleep?" Someone immediately shouted.
Accompanied by the sound of chains, someone scratched the cage to identify the one without eyes.
He was diagonally opposite, and he happened to be able to see the desolate Mohe.
"Haha, isn't this our Highness Mohe? Why, are you scared now? Then if you knew that your whole family was dead, would you have to be killed? Hahaha." The big man shouted and laughed.
"What did you say?" Mohe held his stomach with difficulty and looked at this person weakly.
The big man pointed with a smile and said, "Aren't you the scourge? I want to catch some evil spirit and give it to the king."
"The result is great. The king did not feel better after eating monsters and became seriously ill."
"A man who calls himself the Holy Son comes out and says that eating the heart of a child is the best way to do it. I suggest you try eating the heart of a child."
"The king, your father, ate your own sister. He also said that you harbored evil intentions and would not die a good death, so your whole family was executed."
"Tell me if you deserve it!"
Mohe listened in a daze and frowned, unable to believe such a thing.
Where is the princess, where are his three children...
"You're talking nonsense." Mohe spit out this sentence. His head fainted and he leaned on the stone bed, no longer caring about the mess.
"Huh, nonsense? If the king hadn't eaten children and followed suit all over the country, how could I have rebelled and been caught?" Yelling frowned, shook his head, and rolled his eyes at Mohe, "Huh, nonsense."
Mohe sat on the ground and couldn't believe it.
There was the sound of iron doors opening and closing in the dungeon.
"Holy Father." Someone said.
The visitor was dressed in white silk, as dazzling as the moonlight, with long blue hair like the blue sky and the sea, accompanied by the bright moon. The dignified smile on his face made his heart calm and holy.
The guard smiled particularly fullly and bowed to lead the way for this man.
"Holy Father, this is the sinner Mohe."
Mohe stared at this person blankly, his blue eyes were unusual.
The Holy Father smiled gently, "Why didn't the fox girl and fox beside you come back with you?"
Mohe's pupils were wide open and he stared at him.
This is his biggest secret, how could this person know?
"Bang!" The guard whipped his whip and hit Mohe's face, which made his usually handsome face look disfigured.
"The Holy Father is asking you a question? Why don't you answer? Do you think you are His Highness?" the guard angrily shouted, holding the Holy Father in his hands, "This is the Holy Father personally named by the king!"
"You..." Mohe wanted to ask, who are you? How do you know? Are you...a demon?
He stared at the Holy Father, but he was too weak to stand up and look straight.
"Pa!" The guard whipped him again.
Mohe couldn't tremble, and his right eye was hit, "Ah--" In an instant, the bleeding stopped.
Mohe threw his head up and covered his eyes and shouted.
The guard got angry, went in, and whipped him hard.
The holy father just watched quietly, the smile on his face never changed. He turned around and saw the big man.
The big man was holding on to the wooden railing to watch. When he saw the Holy Father looking back, he subconsciously took three steps back and fell down on the stone bed.
The Holy Father smiled, like an angel descending to earth.
Very beautiful.
The big man covered his heart and felt very panicked. He couldn't mess with this person.
"God has the virtue of good life. His Highness Moher did not see his family for the last time. Bring them their corpses to him and take a good look at them." The holy father spoke very slowly, but there was a kind of majesty that made people have to listen.
The guard was stunned. At first glance, it sounded kind-hearted, but who doesn't know what kind of grief it would be to see a family member who died tragically?
Maybe the Holy Father is really kind and benevolent.
The guards ordered people to bring in the corpses that had been prepared one by one.
The stench immediately spread in the dungeon.
One after another, corpses that were rotting and blackened but still beautifully dressed were carried into Mohe's small cell. After a while, there was a pile of corpses in the small cell, and there was no place to stand.
"Mother." Mohe murmured when he saw the familiar waiter. "Ah——"
However, when he turned over, his face was already stinking and covered in maggots.
The upper part of Mohe's left eye was swollen and it was difficult to open his eye. His right eye was blinded and his whole body was injured.
His vision was almost black and red, making it difficult to distinguish objects.
He looked at the corpses piled together. There was no place to turn around. He could only guess the corresponding person based on their clothing and size.
The mother-in-law, the princess, the flower girl, the nanny, the younger sister, the younger brother, the eldest son, the second son, the third daughter... and the six-bedroom girl he married but was scolded by Yaoyao and never touched.
Mohr leaned against the wooden fence and stared blankly at the corpses. The stench destroyed his entire sense of smell and made his eyes hurt.
Maggots crawled on him, and he felt sick in his stomach, but he couldn't vomit them out.
His brain was groggy, his body was swaying, and he actually fainted again.
"Sir... look..." the guard asked.
It really stinks here.
The people in the dungeon were so stinky that they cursed and were whipped one by one by the guards. But they themselves couldn't stand it.
"Thank you for your hard work. Let's move to another cell. This place belongs to His Highness Moher alone. Let him get along well."
The guard leader felt a chill in his heart. This holy father definitely didn't mean well. But he couldn't help it and said so with a smile.
"Treat His Highness Mohe's eyes again so that he won't go blind," the Holy Father said.
The guard leader was stunned again, rubbed his hands and said, "Yes."
After the Holy Father left, the guard looked at Mohe on the ground and cursed, "I see you have ripped out the Holy Father's heart and soul. Otherwise, why would he target you like this?"
