In just this moment, Ye Zhou had already escaped far away.
The old man did not chase him, but looked at Fu Youcai.
Fu Youcai looked at the old man in horror. Although he was not good at martial arts, he could see that this old man was very powerful, beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
The old man stepped forward, poked his dumb point, broke the iron rope with his bare hands, picked up his collar, and took him out.
Fu Youcai was sweating and didn't know where to go. Uncertainty and panic made him struggle desperately.
The old man frowned unhappily, slapped him unconscious, dragged him to the ground and dragged him out.
Outside the cell.
There were no stars or moon, and the howling autumn wind was blowing like a knife, causing Ye Zhou's face to be sore from the blow.
He ran silently on the roof wall, swiftly and silently, like a vigorous wild cat.
He didn't know if he had gotten rid of the old man, but his keen sixth sense told him that there was a gaze that followed him like a shadow from beginning to end.
And he didn't know when bad luck would come.
Huanhualou always has two plans for doing things. For example, if he goes inside to interrogate Fu Youcai, there must be backup outside to deal with it.
But tonight, the backup didn't come to pick him up.
He felt that most of the time was already in danger.
A thin gust of cold wind hit him head-on with murderous intent. He was running as hard as he could, but had to fall back to avoid the sudden attack.
However, as soon as he leaned back, there was a chill on his back.
There was a soft "crack" sound, and the cold wind blew in from the cut clothes, instantly sending goosebumps up his back.
There is murderous intent in front, and there is a sharp blade behind.
The moves are old, you can't move left or right.
Ye Zhou had never encountered such a crisis in his life. He closed his eyes, let his body fall down, and waited quietly for death.
However, a rope came from the air and wrapped around his waist. He rose up in the air and fell to the ground awkwardly.
The floor is made of carefully polished granite tiles, which are perfectly spliced and cold and hard.
Ye Zhou was hit so hard that his blood boiled. He turned over and got up, but his hand was stepped on by a foot.
Not far away, there is a torch emitting a shining light.
This foot is wearing exquisite deerskin boots, with red gold locks made into the shape of stars and moons, and inlaid with precious obsidian.
Further up, there is a dark brocade robe. The dark patterns of flowing clouds, stars and moon on the fabric reflect the faint light under the firelight.
Ye Zhou took a breath of cold air.
He already knew who this was.
He showed a nonchalant smile: "Master Priest."
Gu Yilan lowered her eyes and looked at Ye Zhou, and said calmly: "You have two choices, one is to work for me, and the other is to be abandoned by Ah Lin as a loser."
Ye Zhou responded in silence.
Gu Yilan was not surprised by his confrontation and said calmly: "Break his hands and feet, destroy his kung fu, and throw them into the downtown area together with Fu Youcai's body."
Someone immediately came up and held down Ye Zhou's hands and feet. The sharp knife touched his skin with a cold light, and cold sweat dripped from Ye Zhou's forehead.
He had done the same thing many times, and the other party planned to break his tendons and hamstrings first, and then break his bones.
A broken bone can be reattached, but a broken tendon will leave you disabled. Even if you meet a famous doctor to reattach it, it is impossible to restore it to the original state.
He couldn't bear to live as a loser.
Gu Fenglin just told him today that he would establish a Huanhualou branch in Lanjing and let him be the person in charge. (To be continued)