Du Zhenghai sat dumbly on a pile of hay in a cell in Tianlao.
His hair was disheveled, his clothes were torn, and his body was stained with blood; his hands and feet were all in chains. He was unwilling to move, because any movement would cause torture wounds all over his body, causing heart-breaking pain.
He stared blankly outside the bars, looking dazed. The figures of guards and jailers patrolling outside seemed to have left no image in his mind at all.
Occasionally, a glimmer of light would flash in his dead eyes, like a small flame that would flicker and extinguish at any time. There was a faint and strange look on his face, making his sluggish expression look a bit ferocious and terrifying.
At this time, He Yuting came into his sight accompanied by Ying Chuanlin.
Standing arrogantly outside the bars, Ying Chuanlin said in a condescending manner: "Du Zhenghai, the Marquis is here to see you."
Du Zhenghai snorted casually, raised his head and looked lazily at the roof, not even looking at the people outside.
Ying Chuanlin raised his thick eyebrows and scolded: "How dare you, Du Zhenghai, how dare you be so rude when the Marquis is here!"
Du Zhenghai's dark and narrow eyes were full of frost, and his tone was full of unbridled sarcasm, "Master Hou, it turns out to be Master Hou. I thought the person standing in front of me was a beast in disguise!"
Ying Chuanlin was furious: "Du Zhenghai, you are so presumptuous that you dare to insult the Marquis like this. I think you are impatient with life!"
Du Zhenghai raised his chin frivolously and sneered: "I am a death row prisoner and I only have a few days to live. What else do I dare not say now? Ying Chuanlin, what are you doing with such arrogance? At best, you are just a watchdog wagging your tail and begging for mercy!"
Ying Chuanlin's expression was twisted, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Du Zhenghai, you..."
He Yuting's expression was a bit sinister, and he suddenly laughed slowly, "Martial Master Ying, why do you have to worry about a dying person? As the saying goes, 'when a bird is about to die, its song is mournful; when a man is about to die, his song is sad; when a man is about to die, his song is sad. You're good at words' - Du Zhenghai, you don't have much time in this world, it's time to vent, otherwise you won't have a chance in the future, right? Hahaha..."
Listening to He Yuting's proud laughter, Du Zhenghai's mouth curved in a violent arc, and he said in a very mean tone: "He Yuting, what are you so proud of? What is my humble life worth? Can I get back what you lost?" A son? - In the more than twenty years since I lost my son, I think the life of the Marquis has also been very torturous and difficult. What is the pain of separation of flesh and blood?
"My grandfather, my father, my mother... at the cost of the lives of everyone in my Du family, can you be freed from the pain? In the end, your biological son still refuses to recognize you!"
He Yuting's eyes flashed with surprise, "What are you talking about, my biological son - I don't understand what you are talking about?"
Du Zhenghai said coldly: "Your Lin'er, who was taken away by my mother more than twenty years ago, is not dead. Don't you know?"
There was a thin layer of mist between He Yuting's brows and eyes, and he murmured: "Of course I know that my son is not dead, but where is he now - do you know? Tell me quickly, where is he, where is he?" where?……"
Du Zhenghai glanced at it with malicious eyes and said calmly: "Do you think I will tell you? You have ruined my family, but you want to reunite with your flesh and blood - He Yuting, stop dreaming!..."
He Yuting's expression suddenly changed, and his originally calm face was now ashen; his lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but nothing came out, and finally turned into a helpless bitter smile.
Ying Chuanlin saw He Yuting's sad expression and said, "Master Hou, this kind of person is crazy and talks nonsense. Don't take his words to heart."
He Yuting calmed down, pondered for a moment and said: "Du Zhenghai, if you really know the truth of the matter, I hope you can tell me the truth. Maybe you can atone for your sins and avoid death."
Du Zhenghai curled his lips and said: "Do you think I will believe your lies? Do you think I will beg you for mercy in order to survive? Take a step back and say, even if I tell you the truth, don't expect you to Your son will recognize you!"
He Yuting was stunned: "Why?"
Du Zhenghai snorted, "Because you are despicable and vicious, and you are the most failed father in the world..."
He Yuting said in a trembling voice: "If you dare to talk nonsense again, don't blame me for being rude to you!"
The corners of Du Zhenghai's lips raised and he said disapprovingly: "So what if you're welcome? To a dying man, does your threat still have any meaning?"
He Yuting's nose flared and he said coldly: "Don't worry, I will fulfill your wish - do you have any last words to say before you die?"
Du Zhenghai's eyes instantly turned cold; he silently looked at the cold iron window in front of him, and said bitterly: "I, Du Zhenghai, will die when I die. The only thing I regret is that I can't kill you, a thief, with my own hands in my lifetime. You died for me." The parents took revenge.
"But Mr. He, you don't have to be too proud. 'If you don't retaliate, God will repay you.' One day you will die worse than me!"
He Yuting raised his eyebrows slightly and said with a ferocious smile: "If the curse can kill people, then how come He is still alive and well today? Du Zhenghai, I will start waiting now, waiting for the day you said!" He laughed. , walked away.
Du Zhenghai looked at He Yuting's retreating back, and he couldn't help but let out a low roar in his hoarse voice. The roar was so furious and breathtaking; veins popped out in his clenched fists, and a chill instantly froze the entire cell.
He suddenly felt a sense of sadness, leaned down in frustration, and said in despair: "Du Zhenghai, you have not avenged your great revenge, are you willing to die like this inexplicably?"...
Ling Yun was also worried about Du Zhenghai's affairs at this time.
Du Zhenghai will die the day after tomorrow. As a friend who once treated him with sincerity, can he stand by and watch him die?
That day in front of Ge's grave, he didn't abandon Du Zhenghai because of his cold words.
He and Du Zhenghai have been dating for such a long time, and they can be said to cherish each other and have a close affinity with each other.
He was indeed sad that Du Zhenghai said such cold and heartless words to He Yuting and Ying Chuanlin in front of so many people that day, but he could also understand the real purpose of Du Zhenghai's words.
He did it not to implicate him. He wanted to help him get out of this embarrassing situation from the bottom of his heart.
At that moment, he was actually very grateful to him.
And his injuries recurred. Just imagine, with his condition at that time, under He Yuting's powerful military formation, Du Zhenghai could not be saved by just fighting to the death and showing off the courage of an ordinary man.
What's more, he couldn't blatantly confront He Yuting and have a complete stalemate with him, which would make everything impossible to end.
But how should we save Du Zhenghai now? Ling Yun's frowning eyebrows were knotted into a tight knot, and he paced back and forth in the hall distractedly.
Go to the Heavenly Prison to rescue people tonight! ——He secretly made up his mind.
That night, the moon was dark and the wind was high.
Ling Yun put on a black night clothes, covered his face with a scarf, and carried a long sword on his back. He hid it from everyone in the Shangshu Mansion of the Ministry of Justice and the Junma Mansion, including Mr. Lu and Princess Huanyu, and quietly went out, sneaking up and heading straight for Heavenly prison.
He had been to Tianlao several times before - all for official business; but this time... Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile bitterly...
However, Ling Yun was familiar with the road, moved swiftly, and nimbly avoided the inspections of several patrolling guards around him, and finally arrived at the gate of the Tianlao.
Lying on the roof of the prison, he held his breath and peered down. He saw a little boss below giving instructions to his subordinates:
"Brothers, it's our turn to be on duty tonight. There are important prisoners in the prison, and the news has been very tight these days. If anything goes wrong, we all won't be able to afford it. So I remind everyone to be careful. Be more vigilant, pay extra attention, and don’t let thieves take advantage of you!”
All the guards said yes one after another.
Ling Yun sneered and performed a "sky full of stars" gesture. From where he raised his hand, several sleeve arrows flew out in a radial pattern.
It hit the guards' shoulder blades exactly and impartially. Everyone fell down in response, lying on the ground in various shapes.
Ling Yun jumped down gently, walked up to the leader, opened his acupuncture points, pressed his sword to his neck, and asked in a deep voice: "Tell me, where is the key to the prison?"
The leader trembled: "On...the small belt..."
"Where is Du Zheng Customs?"
"In Cell No. 5, please spare my life, hero..."
Ling Yun didn't wait for him to finish, and closed his acupuncture points again; then he took off the key from the leader and opened the cell door.
A cold, musty smell went straight to his nose, and Ling Yun couldn't help but frown. He felt that the smell seemed a bit weird.
At this time, he didn't have time to think about anything. He was walking quickly and soon arrived in front of the door of Cell No. 5.
I turned on the fire, and with the flickering light of the fire, I saw a person inside the iron window sitting against the wall, facing inward, wearing a prison uniform, with disheveled hair and lowered head.
Ling Yun said in a low voice: "Brother Du! Brother Du!..." There was no response.
Ling Yun's heart sank, he took out the cell key, opened the iron lock on the cell door three times, pushed the door open and walked in. Walking up to Du Zhenghai, he stretched out his hand and gently pulled him and said: "Brother Du, come with me quickly!"
The other party suddenly raised his hand, "White clouds come out of Xiu", the short blade in his sleeve popped out, and a cold light went straight to Ling Yun's chest!
Ling Yun was startled, and performed a "white butterfly flip". He quickly turned around and slid the short blade against his clothes. Ling Yun took a few steps back and said in surprise: "You..."
The man sneered, stood up straight, took off his prison clothes, took off his wig, and returned to his original appearance. The person pretending to be Du Zhenghai turned out to be Ying Chuanlin, the martial arts master of the Hou Ye Mansion!
Ying Chuanlin looked Ling Yun up and down, his half-smiling eyes full of mockery: "Junior brother, I didn't expect that you would fall into the trap I designed today!"
