"Ah——" The jailer screamed out of surprise, his center of gravity was unstable, and he fell forward. With a thump, his whole body hit the ground, and the portrait in his hand also fluttered to the ground.
Lan Shengxue glanced at it and happened to see a person painted on the portrait, with a name written in the lower right corner. Maybe it was God showing mercy, maybe it was because the person was unlucky, and luck suddenly came. The painting on the portrait was impressive.
It is Yun Qingya, with three characters engraved on the lower right corner - Yun Qingya.
Judging from the appearance, this Yun Qingya looks pretty good, and her eyebrows are somewhat similar. The difference is that her face is now stained with a lot of mud and blood, which just covers her original appearance.
In addition, Han San believed that she was Yun Qingya, and the initial torture confirmed her identity, so Han San did not check her too closely.
From this, she guessed that someone must have given these portraits to Han San, but everyone who appeared in the portraits would be left behind, and those who did not appear would be dragged out and fed just like before.
Wolf.
However, what she didn't understand was why these twenty people were left behind?
What does the legendary master want to do? Isn't he choosing a personal killer? Why has things reached this point and deviated from everything she originally imagined...
"What happened?" Han San led the way and asked abruptly.
The jailer was also puzzled. Just now, he just felt numbness in his knees and his legs fell to his knees. Now when he saw Han San asking in a cold voice, he was trembling all over and a little scared. As soon as he told this strange thing, Han San
I must think what he said is ridiculous.
Besides, how could the people in this prison be so capable as to dare to take action under his nose?
After thinking for a while, the jailer gritted his teeth and said, "I accidentally sprained myself and fell down."
Han San glared at him, said nothing, then led the way and continued walking.
The jailer was so frightened that he was sweating all over his body. He hurriedly picked up the portrait on the ground and followed the people in front of him and left.
Silence returned to the cell. Due to Han San's investigation, ten prisoners were missing from the thirty, and there were still twenty prisoners left.
Lan Shengxue leaned against the wall, panting slightly, with a thin layer of sweat on her palms. She smiled bitterly to herself. The time she popped the stone just now really used up all her strength, damn it!
The poison in the swamp is really difficult to deal with.
Pain suddenly came from her chest, and she frowned. The pipa bone was pierced. What should she do?
Outside the cell, Han San put away all the scrolls and ordered, "Starting from tomorrow, we will serve them three meals a day with delicious food and drinks."
Near dawn, the jailer brought the food. Lan Shengxue was slightly surprised and felt that something was strange. According to her previous life, there were only two meals a day here, but today, she had breakfast in the morning.
A flash of light flashed in her eyes as she looked at the food in front of her, three dishes, one soup, and a white steamed bun.
Such a sumptuous breakfast is like a meal practiced before death.
She didn't worry about whether it was poisonous or not, so she just ate it. Here, she didn't worry about the jailer poisoning the food.
Now that so many people's lives are at stake in the Rebirth Pavilion, killing or beheading them is just a matter of the above sentence, so why go to all the trouble of poisoning the food.