The final chapter. Finding truth in grief and despair (Part 1) [True Ending]
Lan Ji was sitting on a leather armchair, holding a book in both hands. She raised her head and glanced at the incense burner in front of her. Green blue was slowly emerging from the small square or round holes on the gilt cover of the incense burner.
of smoke.
Then she continued to look down at the brown-covered book in her hand. On the cover of the book was written "Tieyu City Chronicles (New Era 431-549)", a latest edition of local historical materials that has not been updated yet.
Records of Tieyu City twelve years ago.
Lan Ji slowly turned the pages of the book, her eyes trembling, scanning from the small characters on it to the end, and then turned to the next page.
Finally, when Lanji turned to a familiar portrait, she stopped turning the page.
Lanji stared at the man in the portrait with a high-spirited smile on his face, her nails unconsciously making marks on the page, and the long-lost name in the first sentence of the page also made her expression complicated.
Heinrich Shea, the first city lord after the reconstruction of Iron Feather City, was born a commoner, but showed extraordinary leadership and architectural talent, leading the residents who returned to Iron Feather City to build their own city among the rubble.
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The book is full of praise for this city lord. Obviously, the author never thought that just two years after the book was written, this wise and prestigious city lord would be ruined.
He jumped from a high tower and ended his life dramatically.
And his young daughter Julia Shea saw her father falling from the tower with her own eyes. This man was like a dry straw, swaying in the wind, and falling to the ground without making any loud sound.
Come.
Father, you are actually very unwilling, right?
Lan Ji smiled bitterly, tears dripping from her cheeks onto the rough and thick paper at some point.
The successful builder became the failed defender. The man who died in despair became a complete loser the moment he jumped from the guardrail and had no chance to defend himself.
Although more than ten years have passed, Lanji can still think of the man who would take time out of his busy schedule to make origami and give it to his daughter, and she still remembers the feeling of riding on his generous shoulders.
It was obvious that my father was such a strong person, that he had gone through so many difficult years, and that no matter how heavy the burden was, he could not overwhelm him, but he could not resist the betrayal of those who trusted him.
The people he once protected with all his heart pointed at him and yelled at him, the subordinates he once trusted also stood against him, and even the relatives who should have relied on him in the end cast doubtful eyes on him.
Yes, I'm guilty.
Lanji closed her eyes, but what appeared in front of her was her father's desperate face. This old man, who seemed to have aged twenty years overnight, stared at her with bloodshot eyes and opened his trembling arms towards her, almost pleading.
He said in a tone of voice: "Hug daddy... okay?"
However, she took a step back and hid behind her mother who was covering her face in tears.
Perhaps this step of his was the last straw that broke his father's back.
Lan Ji is still very clear that both she and her mother lost trust in their father at that time. They were both suspicious of their father who was increasingly addicted to alcohol and sex. They believed that his father who gradually began to spend money lavishly would make choices to deceive everyone.
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However, my father has always been a very principled person. Even if he gradually loses himself in the extravagant life, he will not betray what he loves.
But even though I already believed in my father, it was too late.
She cannot go back to the past, nor can she bring back to life the dead bones of her parents in the grave.
But...what else can she do now? She can also use actions to pay for her sins back then.
Exploding fires kept coming from the closed window. These colorful flames were as brilliant as festive fireworks, very much like the fireworks I had seen when I sat on my father's shoulders on the terrace of the castle that still smelled of mud.
Lan Ji put down her book and walked to the window. She casually glanced at the crowds of people running around on the street and the panicked sergeants, then raised her gaze to look at the blue night sky.
No, not only back then, but also over the years, she had to pay for the sins she had accumulated because of her weakness today.
In those dark clouds, she seemed to see familiar faces. Lan Ji knew very well that she was not without power, but that she had lost the courage to use this power. She had been instilling in herself the idea of "timing".
Until the time comes, be patient, be patient." Such self-paralyzing words.
However, how can I succeed if I miss opportunities time and time again?
It's time to end.
There were rapid footsteps outside the door and the sound of a cane tapping on the ground. Lan Ji knew that the person she was waiting for had already arrived.
Feng Ze turned the doorknob and pushed in. The wooden door hit the corner with a loud bang, indicating the anger of the visitor.
"What's the matter? Master Feng Ze."
Lan Ji left the window, put her hands in front of her and walked slowly and respectfully towards Feng Ze.
"Did you encounter any trouble at the banquet? Do you need me to handle it for you?"
"You...didn't you see what's going on outside?"
Feng Ze looked at Lan Ji, who seemed to be no different from usual, and even felt a little confused in his furious heart.
Lan Ji walked up to Feng Ze and continued to say respectfully: "There seems to be some mobs outside, but this is outside the scope of my duties and I cannot manage it. You should discuss it with Mr. Wu Gang."
"Oh? Is that so?"
Feng Ze's angry face showed a smile, but in the next moment his face turned sinister.
Snap!
"Well?!"
A crisp and loud slap hit Lan Ji's face, and the huge pressure immediately caused the tender flesh to quickly become engorged and swollen. Lan Ji's whole body was also rushed to the ground by the huge force, and blood flowed from her nostrils and corners of her mouth.
Feng Ze sneered: "You hid it very well. Do you really think you can hide it?"
"I, I don't understand..."
Lanji was lying on her side on the ground, with her right hand supporting the ground and her left hand covering her flushed cheek. Her eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mesh and she couldn't see anything clearly. Her ears were also buzzing, and the pain from the injury was slowly coming up.
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"Don't understand? Are you still pretending to be confused?"
Feng Ze frowned dissatisfied. He didn't expect that this woman could still act so calmly.
"Do you really think I don't know how close you are to that kid? Do you really think I don't know the tricks you do behind your back? Do you really think I will believe you are innocent?"
"Master, how dare I do anything bad to you."
Lan Ji's eyes were covered with mist. She looked up at Feng Ze and said, "I haven't done anything, let alone what can I do?"
"You really can't do anything, provided you don't have any accomplices."
Feng Ze looked at Lan Ji on the ground, his eyes still cold.
"You helped them, helped those slaves, and told them about the deployment of our city defense forces in this city."
"Who they are, those slaves, I don't know or recognize them."
Lan Ji shook her head in denial. There was no surprise or wavering in her eyes regarding Feng Ze's suspicion.
"As for that young man, isn't he highly regarded by you? That's why I approached him, but he didn't say anything more to me. He didn't know anything else about the banquet I was planning to hold today."
"Yeah?"
Feng Ze looked at Lan Ji's eyes suspiciously, but he couldn't see anything in them except grievance and sadness, as if this woman was innocent from beginning to end.
Does she really know nothing?
Feng Ze began to doubt his own judgment. Although Feng Ze knew that Lan Ji was the biggest suspect, he did not have any substantial evidence in his hand.
Did I really get carried away with anger and wrongly blame this woman?
There is someone else who is the accomplice of that young man? In other words, his previous judgment that the young man was the mastermind was actually wrong?
Is the real man behind the scenes a conspiracy planned by a certain force, as Wu Gang inferred?
Feng Ze looked at Lan Ji on the ground and began to feel a little unconfident. He had been a spy and had seen many people lying. He could tell at a glance whether ordinary people were lying.
But Lan Ji was so calm that Feng Ze couldn't see any doubts or signs of lying on her part.
Lan Ji is a capable subordinate. If he kills her unjustly, it will indeed be a loss to himself.
Feng Ze, who was a little unsure, loosened his right hand that was holding the cane tightly, but he still felt something was wrong.
"Um?"
There was another fire burning outside the window, and Feng Ze turned his attention to the window.
"What's going on?"
The beacon fire at the south city gate was lit, which means that foreign enemies are about to invade the south city wall. The beacon tower at the south city gate is in the heart of the defensive area. Logically speaking, no one can take the opportunity to light it. The only possibility is to defend the city.
The guards really discovered the enemy's situation.
But how can there be any enemy situation at the south city gate? Only elves and humans can send troops there.
Could it be?
Feng Ze thought of a possibility. There were survivors of the blood elf caravan that Wu Gang and the others "ate" last time, and successfully conveyed the news that they had robbed and killed the caravan. Therefore, the group of frantic blood elves who got the news
Take advantage of the chaos to take revenge today.
Just when Feng Ze was sure of his guess, Lan Ji's voice suddenly came from behind him.
"That's... the program I prepared for you and Lord Wu Gang."
Lan Ji got up from the ground, patted the wrinkled skirt, and looked at Feng Ze without fear anymore.
"What?"
All speculations were overturned again. Feng Ze looked at the woman looking at him and felt a little strange.
"The boy set off fireworks for you, it's my turn to show you my preparations."
"You are indeed on the same side as him."
Feng Ze looked at Lan Ji, and he finally understood where his sense of disobedience lay.
From the beginning to now, this woman has always been so calm, as if she has made some realization.
"That's right, Wu Gang and his city defense troops should be very busy now, right? Since they have already run through the whole city, I believe they don't care about running through it again."
Lan Ji stared at Feng Ze's angry eyes. This was the first time she took the initiative to look into this man's eyes. After a closer look, she found that this man's angry expression was actually nothing more than that. She even couldn't understand why she used to do it.
Be so afraid.
"How dare you?"
Boom!
Feng Ze laughed angrily. He took a step forward and kicked Lan Ji hard on the waist. Of course Lan Ji, who was just an ordinary woman, couldn't dodge. Her body was kicked several steps away, and her slender shoulder hit her.
On the bookshelf behind her, all the books on the shelf fell down due to the vibration, and heavy books fell on her body one after another, burying her.
"Cough! Cough!!"
Lan Ji struggled to lift her upper body up from the pile of books, feeling vomiting well up in her. She pressed her chest and coughed violently, coughing up a mouthful of blood every time she coughed.
"Slaves who disobey their masters are indeed no longer needed."
This strong man walked step by step towards Lan Ji, who had temporarily lost her mobility among the books, using a cane.
Lan Ji used her blood-stained hands to support her trembling shoulders, raised her head and stared at Feng Ze who was walking towards her, and said, "I never wanted to be anyone's slave."
"It's not up to you...eh?"
Feng Ze wanted to step forward and grab Lan Ji's hair that was scattered on his shoulders, but suddenly he felt that his feet were weak, and his body lost his balance, and he half-knelt on the ground.
The strength in the body is passing away, why?
Confused, Feng Ze looked at his hands and found that the palms of his hands had been covered with blue spots for some time. The spots looked like orchids when put together.
"poison?"
Feng Ze looked at the woman in front of him who smiled at him in astonishment. He looked back at the gilt incense burner that was emitting light green smoke, and he suddenly understood.
"So...have you been ready?"
"Yeah, I've been ready for a long time."
Lan Ji held on to the bookshelf and slowly stood up from the stack of books. She looked down at the man, her eyes filled with cold murderous intent.
"I learned some alchemy ten years ago, and I also like to raise flowers and plants. I accidentally produced this toxin, which I call orchid poison."
"Ten years...did you understand everything in that time?"
Feng Ze was half-kneeling in front of Lan Ji. He wanted to stand up, but his limbs seemed to be paralyzed and he couldn't use any force.
"Well, actually, I have been very suspicious of you since the day my father died."
Lan Ji looked coldly at the man who was kneeling in front of her as if he was repenting. She had dreamed of this day, and today it finally became a reality, which was a bit unreal.
"City Lord? This is really an old account..."
Feng Ze smiled dryly, as these invisible deadly toxins in the air spread to his internal organs and muscles along his breathing and blood flow, and even gradually seeped into his brain.
"Do you seem to admit that you did everything? Why did you do this? My father has never treated you badly."
Lan Ji asked this man the question she had buried in her heart for who knows how long, but there was no excitement or anger in her tone, only a cold calmness.
"If he were not the lord of this city, I might actually be able to become friends with him. I don't hate that kind of idealist."
Feng Ze clutched his chest and gasped for air. It was obvious that he had difficulty breathing.
"Why? Is there any secret in this city?"
Lan Ji once thought about how heartbreaking words this man would say, but she never expected that Feng Ze would give such a somewhat regretful answer.
Feng Ze's forehead was dripping with sweat, but when faced with Lan Ji's question, he still smiled slyly and said, "What good will it do me to let you know about this?"
"Perhaps, I can make you die faster."
Now that things have come to a point, it is of course impossible for Lanji to let Feng Ze go.
Feng Ze shook his head and said weakly: "Then let this secret disappear forever..."
"I'm curious about why you're fine."
Feng Ze looked up at Lan Ji. In his sight, Lan Ji's figure had turned into several.
"I took the antidote."
Looking at the man's eyes that were gradually losing focus, Lan Ji sneered:
"Of course I didn't prepare your share."
"Dear Julia, can't you let me go?"
Feng Ze stretched out his hand to Lan Ji, as if expecting her to hug him.
This scene reminded Lan Ji of her father back then, and she suddenly felt heartbroken. Of course, she was not confused.
"Don't call me that."
Lan Ji gritted her teeth to hold back the anger that surged in her heart. She clenched her fists and her nails dug into her flesh.
"Go to hell, bastard!"
Feng Ze, whose eyes were blank, fell backwards, and his heavy body hit the floor with a dull sound.
Lan Ji looked at the body that was no longer moving in front of her, and she was a little lost. The huge sadness made her eyes full of tears. Of course, these were not tears for Feng Ze, but tears for those she had lost over the years.
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Although she couldn't undo everything, at least she made the culprit pay the price he deserved.
Buzz! Buzz!!
The buzzing sound on Feng Ze's body made Lan Ji wake up as if from a dream. The sound transmission stone in Feng Ze's pocket was making noise. Apparently someone wanted to contact Feng Ze at this time. Lan Ji hesitated and didn't know what to do.
By that time, the movement of the sound transmission stone had disappeared on its own.
This time Feng Ze did not bring any guards with him when he entered the study. In addition, the castle servants were afraid of Feng Ze, so they did not dare to approach the study where the angry Feng Ze entered.
In other words, no one else knows about Feng Ze's accident, including the city defense army and "Xiao".
I have to find his token.
Lan Ji looked at the cloth bag hanging on Feng Ze's belt. As long as she got Feng Ze's city lord token, it would be easy to leave Iron Helm Castle and even Iron Feather City.
Of course, the premise is that the news of Feng Ze's death is not leaked.
As the lord of a city, Feng Ze suddenly disappeared at this critical moment. I believe someone will soon notice the problem.
She doesn't have much time, so she needs to act quickly.
Thinking of this, Lan Ji quickly walked to Feng Ze, who was already lifeless, squatted down, and then reached out to fumble in his pocket.
"Found...ugh!!"
Just when Lan Ji grabbed the token, a thick big hand suddenly grabbed Lan Ji's slender arm. In Lan Ji's shocked eyes, the man who seemed to have been poisoned and died slowly opened his eyes.
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"How did you...!"
Lan Ji couldn't believe the scene in front of her. She knew very well how toxic the orchid poison was. Although the effects were slow, once the poison accumulated, it would be almost fatal for ordinary people.
Although Lanji has never conducted experiments on living humans, she purchased many small animals to test its toxicity and conducted dissection studies on their corpses to gain a deeper understanding of the toxicology of this toxin.
In order not to arouse suspicion, she cleaned up the poisoned corpses and made them into specimens, which were the animal specimens placed in her room that the teenager complained were like "zoo".
Lan Ji knew that the poisonous mist in the room had accumulated to the point where ordinary people would vomit blood and die within five minutes. Even though Feng Ze was a powerful warrior, he had been in the room for a long time, and he had already been in the room when he got angry just now.
Inhaled far more than a lethal amount of toxins.
"Are you surprised? The plan that has been carefully prepared for so many years has just come to nothing?"
Feng Ze smiled, and he held Lan Ji's arm tightly. When Lan Ji tried to break free, he found that Feng Ze's hands were covered with scales, not only his hands, but also his face and neck...
..Almost all exposed skin is covered with tiny dark green scales.
"You're not human?! Ugh!"
Lan Ji was already shouting something bad in her heart. She hit Feng Ze on the neck with her other hand, trying to knock him out, but what she received in return was a rock-like impact.
"I am indeed not a pure-blooded human. I am an Argonian, and a quarter of my body is the blood of the green dragon. I believe you should know that the green dragon is a well-known poisonous dragon, and ordinary poisons are of no use to me now."
Feng Ze, who had "transformed into a dragon", also held Lan Ji's resisting arm, then turned her over and pushed her to the ground. Then he stared condescendingly at the pale face with his eyes that looked like a lizard or snake.
woman.
"You've obviously been poisoned!"
Lanji lost her original calmness and couldn't believe her failure.
It was obvious that everything was going so smoothly, it was obvious that she was almost able to leave here, and it was obvious that she was about to complete the... agreement at that time, how could it become like this?
"Of course I will be poisoned in my normal state. Just now you should have prepared a dagger to chop off my head or pierce my heart when I was weak. But you have no chance now."
After that, Feng Ze let go of Lan Ji's hands and put his thick dragon claws on Lan Ji's neck.
"Remember to say hello to your dad for me!"
"Ugh!!"
The huge force blocked Lan Ji's breathing, and Feng Ze could easily break her neck, but obviously he did not intend to let Lan Ji die so easily.
Just the right amount of power to suffocate Lanji without causing her immediate death.
Lanji opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out, but no matter what she did, she couldn't get any air into her lungs.
Lan Ji, who was already in a desperate situation, still wanted to resist. She put her free hands on Feng Ze's back and scratched her. However, she could only make the clothes tearing sound, and her nails could not penetrate the back that was already full of scales.
back, unable to cause any damage to it.
"Uh...cough!"
There was not much strength left. After realizing that she could not break free at all, Lanji's hands fell on the floor. In order to relieve the pain of lack of oxygen in her brain, she subconsciously embedded the broken nails into the wooden board, and her long fingers were filled with blood.
Sawdust and flesh and blood resolve pain with pain.
"Ah...um..."
Lanji whimpered in pain, her hands leaving bloody scratches on the floor. At the same time, her calves were kicking randomly, making a "dong-dong" sound on the oak floor.
Feng Ze looked at all this indifferently, without any pity or regret in his eyes. The woman's painful expression was reflected in the pair of orange-red beast eyes. When he felt her struggle, the strength of Feng Ze's hands did not change at all.
Slowly, Lan Ji's struggle began to weaken. The useless struggle was just a waste of the little oxygen left in her body.
Lanji's consciousness was fading away, and she knew that she was about to end.
Her thoughts went back to the night a few days ago when she wanted to commit suicide. She prepared a glass of fine wine with too much kukal, intending to leave herself in a world full of beautiful dreams.
And if she had taken it earlier, could she have avoided such a tragic and painful death?
Can......
is that so?
Is this really the case?
Is everything I do really meaningless?
"Are you crazy?!"
A roar like a lion opened up her confused and dark path ahead.
"You obviously still have a lot of things you want to do, right? You obviously still have a lot to bear, right? You still have a lot of people who believe in you and care about you, right?"
"Human life is so short! Why don't you cherish it?! If you don't live on, how will you know there is no dawn? How can you wait until the future you expect?!"
Yes, what the young man said makes sense.
Lan Ji knew very well that what she did was just following her father's example, escaping everything with "death", and becoming a complete loser.
However, "escape" always seems easier than "face".
However, which one of the two will pay the greater price can only be known by trying both.
That's why Lan Ji chose to help the boy who had chosen "face" because she had chosen the option of "escape" countless times, and it was time to make a different choice.
"Na! Lanji."
"Um?"
After the boy obtained the city defense map, Lan Ji thought he was about to leave like this, but the boy suddenly seemed to want to say something.
"I said, if...if you could leave this city and get rid of those shackles on your body, what would you want to do?"
"How do I..."
Lan Ji had never thought about this. Her thinking about the future could never escape "revenge". In the future she imagined, either she would counterattack and kill Feng Ze and eliminate all the rebels in Tieyu City.
To return her father's innocence would mean a period of boundless suffering and darkness. Besides, she didn't even dare to imagine.
"Well! Don't deny it in a hurry!"
The young man scratched the back of his head and said with some embarrassment:
"You can think about it first. For example, I like cooking, so I will become a 'chef' in the future! Anyway, after I think about it this way, I will be motivated to do whatever I do."
"Um......"
Lan Ji began to think seriously, and she found that she quickly got an answer, as if she had already put this goal in front of her subconsciously, but she never stopped her thoughts on it.
"Then I will be a 'pastry chef' from now on!"
"Eh?"
The boy made a surprised sound.
"What? Are you surprised?"
The young man smiled and said: "No, no, if it were you, you would definitely become the best pastry chef, right?"
"Ha ha!"
Lan Ji, who had received countless vain compliments, actually felt that the boy's ordinary compliment was very helpful to her, and she laughed happily.
"I think if you become a cook, you must be the best cook in Pomta."
"Uh? Is that so?"
Faced with Lan Ji's reply, the young man was a little at a loss, but he seemed to have come up with an idea quickly.
"Then let's do this! Let's make an agreement!"
"Um?"
Lanji admitted that she was very interested in the boy's unspoken promise.
The boy cleared his throat and said with high emotion: "I will become the best cook in Pomta in the future, and you will become the best pastry chef in Pomta!"
"Oh? It feels difficult?"
Lan Ji covered her mouth and chuckled. The young man's speech was really childish.
Faced with Lan Ji's teasing, the young man pouted and said, "Difficulties are the only ones that are challenging!"
"Okay...Okay! So what's next?"
Lan Ji was very curious about how this young man would fulfill their agreement.
"Come on, pull the hook!"
The young man stretched out his crooked little finger towards Lan Ji in an imposing manner. Lan Ji looked at the young man's actions in surprise.
How could it be such a childish way of making an agreement?
There was no paper, no pen and ink, no witnesses, and no magnanimous oath.
As long as each other knows each other, no one can use the content of this agreement to punish anyone. It is such a meaningless agreement.
How could she be so childish? This is impossible...
"good!"
However, Lan Ji stretched out her hand inexplicably, bent her little finger, and touched the young man's finger.
The two curved little fingers clasped together and made an agreement without any binding.
However, why does such an agreement occupy such a large weight in my heart?
She even dreamed of being in a kitchen filled with flour, milk, eggs and sugar cubes every night, making sweet pastries that made everyone smile.
Why?
Is this what you really want?
Is this the life I want?
"Well..."
Now she no longer has the strength to do anything, not even the slightest struggle. Her vision is gradually getting darker, and the pain that makes her body convulse is disappearing.
It's too late.
It was too late for me to realize everything.
She actually only figured out what she wanted in the last few days of her life, and then everything came to an end in the first step of implementation.
A miserable loser, she knew very well that without changing the outcome, she was still just a loser like her father.
The young man's face full of disappointment seemed to appear before his eyes.
terribly sorry...
I missed my appointment...
A drop of hot tears flowed from the corner of Lan Ji's closed eyes.
Facing the irresistible force on her neck, she stopped struggling.
"ah!!"
Even though Lan Ji's life signs had dropped to almost zero, Feng Ze did not let go of his hands. However, the shrill scream of a woman at the door made his body shake.
"Strange, monster! Someone is coming! There is a monster here!"
The maid who revealed Lan Ji's whereabouts came to the study with uneasiness. As a result, she heard the woman's painful moans and knocking sounds. Out of curiosity, the maid opened the door a crack, and through the crack she found that the things inside were almost a mess.
, then she opened a little gap and found a man with scales sitting on top of Lan Ji, squeezing her neck hard.
The maid immediately screamed. In panic, she screamed and staggered away from the door.
"Um?!"
Feng Ze let go of his hand and walked away from Lan Ji, who was no longer moving.
"It's really... another unnecessary trouble."
Feng Ze frowned. Those strange scales on his body were gradually disappearing. However, at this time, a feeling of fatigue came over him. Feng Ze held on to the desk and patted his forehead to keep himself awake.
Although most of the poisonous effects were removed with the power of blood, the symptoms of poisoning have not completely dissipated.
There were rapid footsteps in the corridor outside the study, and a group of owl warriors hurriedly ran into the study.
"Lord City Lord?! We heard there is a monster, are you okay?"
As a result, they saw Feng Ze standing in the study room with a woman lying at his feet, and they were immediately confused.
"This, is this Miss Lanji? Did a monster hurt her?"
The owl warriors recognized Lan Ji, and they observed the surroundings vigilantly but did not find any danger.
"It's me, that so-called monster is me. It's me who made this woman look like this."
Feng Ze looked at these five black-armored warriors and felt a little upset.
"Uh? I'm sorry. Do you have any other instructions?"
The owl warrior also knew that he should not ask more questions at this time, and the situation in front of him was obviously not something that could be explained clearly in a short while.
"Extinguish the stove, then take it outside and throw it away, and then call someone to clean and tidy up the room."
Feng Ze patted his forehead again to suppress the pain in his head.
"yes!"
Two of the owl warriors walked towards the incense burner that was half a man tall. After extinguishing the flames inside with the weapons in their hands, they carried the burner out one by one.
The orchid poison refined by Lan Ji needs to accumulate to a certain level to cause death. These owl warriors had just arrived and were strong martial arts practitioners themselves, so they did not have any reaction.
"Remember to tell them to open the windows for ventilation for these three days, and then..."
Feng Ze ordered the remaining three owl warriors:
"Check again to see if this woman is dead."
"yes!"
An owl warrior stepped forward and checked Lan Ji's pulse, and soon he got the result.
"Report! Still alive!"
"Oh? That's really lucky."
Feng Ze smiled. Now he has calmed down and is no longer as angry as before.
The owl warrior asked: "Then what should we do next?"
Since the person is not dead, she has other values besides feeding the dogs.
Feng Ze rubbed his temples and had a good idea in his mind.
"Put her in the castle dungeon, and then call the Skinner."
"'The Skinner'?"
This name made the cold owl warriors tremble.
"Why do you have any objection?"
"Uh? No, of course not."
Facing Feng Ze's dissatisfied gaze, the owl warrior immediately lowered his head in panic.
"When you call him, tell him that this woman is his new toy, but ask him to be careful not to let her die too early."
"clear!"
"Get down!"
"yes!"
After giving all the instructions, Feng Ze waved his hand, and the remaining three owl warriors retreated carrying the unconscious Lan Ji.
Then Feng Ze turned on the loudspeaker Fang Shi.
"How is the situation over there? Has anyone been arrested?"
"No, something happened to me here."
Wu Gang looked at the captured slaves on the execution platform. As he spoke, he gestured to the executioners, asking them to continue swinging the nine-section whip to beat the slaves to pieces.
"What about you? What happened just now? Why didn't you reply?"
Facing Wu Gang's questioning, Feng Ze, who remembered that unpleasant experience, frowned and said:
"Something happened here too, but I caught a rat that was eating everything inside. Unlike you...you got nothing."
"Now is not the time for us to bicker. Of course, if you want, I wouldn't mind finding some time to stretch your muscles."
Wu Gang did not hesitate to use words to fight back. Of course he was not afraid of Feng Ze. Similarly, if the other party really wanted to take action, they would not worry about him.
"Oh, no need, I may have to rest for a while now."
However, Feng Ze's voice revealed a weakness that was difficult to conceal.
"You were hurt?"
There was some surprise in Wu Gang's voice. It was hard for him to imagine that anyone in this city could injure Feng Ze, who could even compete with him, in the heavily defended Iron Helmet Fortress.
"almost."
Feng Ze did not deny it, nor did he intend to say that he was almost killed by an ordinary woman. This was not appropriate to mention in front of his former comrades or subordinates.
Wu Gang did not intend to dwell on this matter, because they had more important things to deal with. He asked: "So... what should we do now? The altar has been built, but the people are gone.
, this is not a fun thing.”
"I told you, I caught a mouse, right?"
Feng Ze's cold laughter came from the sound transmission stone, and Wu Gang knew exactly what Feng Ze's laughter meant.
"Rats will look for companions, especially companions in a mousetrap."
Wu Gang understood what Feng Ze meant, and he asked again: "What if the mouse doesn't come?"
"Believe me."
Feng Ze looked at the night sky outside the window. There was no light in the dark sky.