Qin Wei sat in the retreat hall, his eyes lowered.
After a long time, Li Ru walked into the retreat hall.
"Your Highness, the identity of the assassin has been found."
"What's the origin?" Qin Wei asked.
"There is no trace of Broken Sword and Jing, and there is no trace of Thorn Soul. These two are famous killers on the secret list of Xueyi Tower." Li Ru said.
Jing Wuying and Yingwuxing are both famous killers on the Xueyilou secret list. The Zhenwu Division has all the information about the power of civilian warriors from the Imperial City Division, so it will be a piece of cake to find out their identities.
Qin Wei crossed his hands on his chest, with a cold glint in his eyes.
"Are they here for the secret bounty?"
Li Ru said solemnly: "Probably not."
"Jing Wuying and Yingwujing have been active in Yuezhou in recent years."
Qin Wei narrowed his eyes.
He understood what Li Ru meant.
Yuezhou is three thousand miles away from Kyoto. If these two people had set off for Kyoto after receiving the reward from the secret list, they would never have arrived in Kyoto so quickly.
To put it simply, they were already on their way to Kyoto before the secret bounty mission was released.
If it wasn't for the reward on the secret list, it was because they had already received tasks assigned by others.
For a long-established killer like Jing Wuying, the way to take on tasks is definitely not just the Bloody Clothes Tower secret list.
So who gave them the mission to come all the way to Kyoto to assassinate Qin Wei?
Did the person who gave them the mission poison their predecessors?
"Mr. Zhuge!"
"The official is here!" Zhuge Zhengwo responded.
"I leave this matter to you. The mastermind behind the scenes must be found out!" Qin Wei said in a deep voice.
A poisoning, an assassination, the person behind the scenes actually wanted him to die so much, Qin Wei was very curious about who this person was.
"I obey my orders!" Zhuge Zhengwo responded.
…
News of Qin Wei's assassination spread quickly in Kyoto, but most people or forces were not surprised by this.
After all, the reward on the secret list of Xueyi Tower was hanging there, so it was only natural that Qin Wei would be assassinated.
Perhaps many people are already gloating and looking forward to Qin Wei being killed by assassins.
In Prince An's Mansion.
While Qin Changan was having a meal, he received the news that Qin Wei had been assassinated.
"Dead yet?"
He raised his head and asked the guard who came to report with a calm expression.
"Your Majesty, everything is well, and an assassin was captured and brought back to the Zhenwu Division." The guard knelt on the ground and replied.
"What a pity!"
Qin Changan shook his head slightly and said.
Regarding Qin Wei, his nephew, Qin Changan's mood was very complicated.
In the past, Qin Wei was just a transparent person among the royal family. No one would pay attention to him, and Qin Changan naturally wouldn't care about him either.
But now Qin Wei controls the Zhenwu Division. Seeing that the Zhenwu Division is getting stronger and stronger, Qin Changan can no longer ignore Qin Wei's existence.
Especially before, Qin Wei knew that behind Fenxiang Pavilion was Prince An's Mansion, but he still attacked Fenxiang Pavilion, which made him feel very dissatisfied with Qin Wei.
"How are you preparing for the things you were asked to prepare?" Qin Changan asked.
"Go back to your lord, everything has been arranged!" the guard responded.
"Then let's take action."
"He gave me a great gift, and I will return it no matter what."
Qin Changan said calmly.
"Here!"
Qin Changan waved his hand, and the guard bowed and retreated.
…
midnight.
In Zhenwusi Prison.
The ground was damp and dirty, and the air was filled with the smell of rot and blood.
Zhuge Zheng and I were sitting in a cell, looking at a volume of books with a peaceful face.
There was a cross-shaped shackles erected in the cell, and Jing Wuying was chained to the cross by wearing a lute bone.
Jing Wuying woke up!
"I'm not dead!"
He opened his eyes, and the pain radiating from his body made his mind tremble, and his originally groggy consciousness immediately became much clearer.
He raised his head and looked at the people in front of him, and finally his eyes locked on Zhuge Zhengwo who was wearing a white robe.
"Is this the Zhenwu Division?" He actually had the guts to ask.
Zhuge Zhengwo put down his books and said with a faint smile: "Yes, this is the Zhenwu Division."
"These people behind me are the prison officials from the Ministry of Punishment."
The prison chief was in charge of prison proceedings, in charge of prisoners, and was also responsible for torture.
The prison chiefs in the Ministry of Punishment are all experts in torture, and they are very good at all kinds of torture.
Jing Wuying looked at the prison officials, and his pale face turned extremely gray.
"Kill or behead me as you please!"
He lowered his head and said with sad eyes.
As an assassin, falling to this end was an outcome he had long expected.
From the day he became an assassin, he knew that sooner or later he would become a prisoner and be tortured.
"Don't you think it's a pity?" Zhuge Zhengwo asked.
"What's a pity?" Jing Wuying asked.
"As long as a person is alive, everything is possible. You are already a ninth-grade warrior, and you are very likely to become an innate in the future!"
"You are only over sixty years old now. Even if you cannot become an innate warrior, you can still live for another twenty or thirty years. If you can become an innate warrior, you will not have nearly a hundred years to live!"
Zhuge Zhengwo said calmly.
"If you are in the world, you will die sooner or later! I have lived happily for most of my life, and I have lived a good life." Jing Wuying sneered.
He is a seasoned veteran, and he cannot be made to change his mind with just a few words.
"It stands to reason that if you assassinated His Highness, you should be cut into pieces by a thousand cuts."
"But as long as you tell the person behind the scenes and join the Zhenwu Division, I can help you intercede with His Highness and save your life."
Zhuge corrects my way.
"Impossible!" Jing Wuying said.
Zhuge Zhengyi stood up and said, "I have given you three opportunities. You have rejected the first one just now. The remaining two will be reserved for tomorrow morning and evening."
"I hope you can make a wise choice when the time comes."
With that said, he turned around and said to several prison officials: "I'll leave the rest to you. Don't let him die."
"Here!"
Several prison officials responded.
Zhuge Zheng and I nodded, and then walked out of the cell.
Several prison officials looked at Jing Wuying with their eyes shining brightly.
“We love tough bones best!”
"I don't know if a ninth-grade warrior can withstand our torture!"
"Senior, don't worry, we are very gentle and will definitely make you miserable!"
Several people grinned, their voices filled with disturbing madness.
Jing Wuying suddenly felt cold all over, but there was sweat flowing down his forehead.
The Prisoner of the Criminal Department has an extremely cruel title in the world.
Good monk!
A name that sounds like a good one.
But in fact this is a desperate existence.
Because good monks will not let you die, they will only make your life worse than death.
Good monks don’t kill people!
“Let’s start with some hors d’oeuvres!”
"Skin it off!"
A pale-faced jailer took out a sharp knife and shook it in front of Jing Wuying.
"My knife is very fast, it can pick off your skin bit by bit."
"Pick one piece at a time, one piece is only about the size of your finger."
"You are so old-fashioned, how can you pick one hundreds of times!"
He tore off Jing Wuying's sleeve and said with a smile: "Don't move! If you move around, the knife will accidentally penetrate deep and it will bleed."
"This skinning is a skill inherited from my family. Three years ago, I picked off 238 pieces of skin from a prisoner without leaving a drop of blood."
"Don't worry, it won't hurt to peel the skin, but it will really hurt when I finish peeling it and sprinkle it with salt water!"
"At that time, you will be able to experience what it means to be miserable."
Jing Wuying looked at the sharp knife with fear!
But he still had no intention of surrendering, and the prison officials were not surprised either. They just started to torture with ferocious smiles on their faces.
In the dead of night, the screams echoed in the dark cell, like the wails of evil spirits.