If you want to control the affairs of the world, why bother? Where is the saint now? Rivers flow forever!
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When the sun spread all over the earth, Zhao Qingsong slowly woke up.
The sound of heavy iron chains clanging could be heard on his hands and feet.
The thigh-thick wood in front of me was firmly nailed into a prison cart.
All this reminds Zhao Qingsong that his identity has changed and he is now a prisoner!
Zhao Qingsong sat up slowly and saw the man driving the bullock cart in front of him, wearing a tattered official uniform, listlessly swinging his whip at the old bull.
"Who are you? How dare you arrest me? Do you know who I am? I am Zhao Qingsong from the Jinyiwei Examination Hundred Household!" Zhao Qingsong asked angrily while grabbing the railing.
The driver who was driving the car turned his face with drooping eyelids and said with a sneer: "The one you caught is the Jin Yiwei! You are lucky to have been caught, so just be satisfied. Most of the other Jin Yiwei were killed directly! They didn't even bother to arrest them. Catch! Just wait and see!"
With a 'pop' sound, a bullwhip whipped towards Zhao Qingsong.
Zhao Qingsong hurriedly fled back, already understanding most of it in his heart. Although this man was wearing official uniform, he was not an official of the court at all. This man was a disciple of Fengdu Ghost City, and he only wore official uniform to hide from others!
Zhao Qingsong leaned on the back railing blankly, thinking about how he was caught?
The scenes of that day replayed in his mind again and again!
Zhao Qingsong was both pleased and horrified, and thought to himself: "The secret technique in Fengdu Ghost City is really evil! How could Tongyou pretend to be my mother? And pretend to be so lifelike? Moreover, this secret technique is almost impeccable, and it was caught off guard. How could I Are you inexplicably possessed by the secret technique of connecting to the underworld? The most terrifying thing about this secret technique is not that the technique is ever-changing and elusive, but that the person who has been affected by this technique will be as if he has entered a dream, without even realizing it. Observe, it is invisible and imageless! You are completely unaware that you have been tricked. This is the most difficult part of this ghost technique to crack!"
Looking back on the scene where his mother appeared that day, it was like a dream. What surprised him the most was that his mother's appearance became as blurry in his mind as an ink stain soaked in water. No matter how much he thought about it, he could not remember what his mother was. Looks great!
"What on earth is going on? Are all the legends about King Yama of Fengdu Ghost City true? Is Fengdu Ghost City really the underworld? Can they really bring the souls of the dead back to the underworld? Or is this the case? Just a simple spell to confuse people’s minds?”
The more Zhao Qingsong thought about it, the weirder it became. To say that this thing is true, the thing about the underworld is too false. It is said that it exists, but who has seen it?
No one has seen it.
Are there really ghosts in the world?
Is there really an underworld?
Is there really King Yama?
But this was a lie. When his mother appeared in front of him that day, it was so real and so difficult for him to doubt!
Or rather, he hoped that was true.
Zhao Qingsong didn't want this to be false.
Because he finally met the mother he had never met before, he had to make this thing that he had never dared to think about become true.
Zhao Qingsong was in a daze for a long time, slowly recalling every moment when he met his mother, every movement of his mother, every look and every word of his mother!
Even every strand of hair, he wanted to savor carefully.
The intoxicated Zhao Qingsong giggled, frowned, and reached out to touch the air, as if there was a mother in the void waiting for him to touch her gently!
The driver who was driving the carriage looked back and saw Zhao Qingsong suddenly happy and sad, just there making blind gestures like a fool. He laughed contemptuously, ignored him and continued to drive.
Anyway, as long as Zhao Qingsong didn't make loud noises, it would be fine. As for why he suddenly became insane, the coachman was too lazy to care.
Soon, the sun went up three strokes, and by noon, the team arrived at a spring.
The power of autumn tigers is amazing, and the weather in autumn is still very hot.
The sweaty people stopped in a shady place beside the spring, let go of the cattle and horses, buried pots to make rice, drank water and rested.
Zhao Qingsong finally woke up from his hazy memories and saw people eating and drinking in groups, some even throwing dice and gambling.
The more Zhao Qingsong thought about it, the angrier he became. He couldn't help but stand up, hold his hands on the railing, and cursed angrily: "Tongyou! I am your grandfather! You are my grandson! Are you a thief? Sun thief! Do you dare to come here and see your grandpa's golden face? Thief Sun! You despicable and shameless bastard, you..."
The disciples from Fengdu Ghost City who had been driving the train had gone to gamble in a nearby gambling house and had just lost a few taels of silver. When they heard Zhao Qingsong yelling at his senior brother there, he couldn't help but get furious. He picked up the big whip used to drive the train and walked to Zhao Qingsong cursingly. Qingsong's prison car approached, and he whipped Zhao Qingsong!
"What are you yelling about, you unlucky thing? You are looking for death!" He cursed indiscriminately, and whipped Zhao Qingsong in the prison car hard and without any idea.
Zhao Qingsong was filled with anger at this time, and his anger was hard to calm down. He had become someone else's prisoner for no reason. Although he didn't understand why these people didn't kill him but locked him in a prison car, he didn't need to think about it to know that he was leaving. Death is not far away!
Now that he is in a dead end, why should he fight back before he is tortured to the point of being unable to resist? What are he waiting for?
If you wait any longer, without eating or drinking, the two of you will be tortured until they are unable to resist!
Or maybe they won't lack their own food and drink, but if they poison the food and drinking water and directly poison a ball to death, wouldn't it be an even more unjust death?
Zhao Qingsong made a decision in an instant. Rather than sit back and wait for death, it is better to give it a try. He has never been the kind of coward who would not say anything even if he was beaten to death!
His head turned very fast, and he rejected countless plans one by one in an instant. In a few breaths, he selected the one with the highest probability of success!
When he saw the whip in the hand of the disciple who was driving the carriage, his eyes suddenly lit up. How could he let go of such a great opportunity?
Zhao Qingsong dodged back first, and when the whip came through the gap in the railing, he thrust out his left hand and grabbed the whip accurately and quickly!
As soon as he grabbed the whip, before the ghost sect disciple could react, Zhao Qingsong shook his body, exerted his strength with both hands, and pulled hard!
Before the ghost sect disciple understood what was happening, he felt a huge pulling force coming from the whip and flew towards the prison car involuntarily.
Zhao Qingsong threw away the whip, reached out with his right hand from the gap in the prison car, and like a steel claw, tightly grasped the ghost disciple's throat, and exerted a slight force!
Hearing a soft "cluck" sound, the Ghost Sect disciple was so gripped by Zhao Qingsong that he rolled his eyes wildly and saw that he was about to die!
Zhao Qingsong's right hand did not relax, and he stretched out his left hand, groping around the ghost disciple's chest and waist, and asked sternly: "Where is the key to the iron chain? Tell me quickly! If you don't tell me, I will crush your throat!" "
The ghost sect disciple really wanted to speak, but unfortunately his throat was pinched by Zhao Qingsong and he couldn't make any other sound except a "cluck" sound!
Zhao Qingsong searched for a long time, but found nothing except a few broken pieces of silver. He couldn't help but become a little anxious. He loosened his strength with his right hand a little, and used his left hand fiercely to forcefully pull both arms of the disciple of the Ghost Sect into the prison car. He came and pulled this disciple of the Ghost Sect tightly onto the railing of the prison car.
As soon as this disciple of the Ghost Sect felt that the iron claw at his throat had loosened its strength, he hurriedly opened his mouth and started breathing heavily. Just now, his eyes were red from being suffocated, and he almost burst out of his eyes, and now he burst into tears. It flows straight down!
Zhao Qingsong said sternly: "Where is the key to the iron chain on my body? Tell me quickly! If you don't tell me, I will crush you to death!"
The ghost sect disciple gasped for ten times. When he heard Zhao Qingsong pinching his throat again, he was frightened and couldn't help shouting for help: "Come here! Help me! Help!"
Zhao Qingsong performed this series of actions very quickly and very covertly. Because the others were far away from the prison car, no one noticed that something had happened in the prison car. When they heard the ghost disciple calling for help, they all They picked up swords and guns and swarmed around!
