Empress, your husband is invincible

Zhuang Shuanglin seemed to know what Ye Cheng wanted to ask, and before he could speak, he took the initiative to explain:

"Of course, His Majesty also knows about this real private prison.

In our Marquis Wu's mansion, there is nothing that must be stated clearly to His Majesty..."

After a moment of silence, Zhuang Shuanglin explained again:
"The fact that the assassins came to rob the prison last time was indeed what I expected..."

Ye Cheng smiled wryly and shook his head, then turned his head and scanned the private prison on the first floor again.

"Let me just say, this place is simply an excellent place to close the door and beat dogs. If it is not used to ambush and seduce, then it is really a waste of money..."

Before the words fell, Ye Cheng's expression changed again, and he said bitterly:
"So, when you told me that people died in the private prison, you meant those assassins caught a while ago?"

Zhuang Shuanglin nodded with a bitter expression, and led Ye Cheng down the stairs.

"Mr. Ye, let's see for yourself."

The private prison on the second basement floor is even colder than the first floor.

There are not only torches hanging on the walls around the prison, there are even some strange instruments of torture that are stained with blood, which makes people feel chills when they look at them.

Not surprisingly, as soon as Ye Cheng walked down the stairs, he saw Mo Yuxie and the dwarf who were the spies of the Northern Desert Spider Hook locked up with black iron shackles in the first two private cells.

Hearing the movement, the two of them didn't respond, they looked lifeless.

"It was only later that I found out that the dwarf followed the evil horse with Na Moyu.

Mo Yuxie didn't let go, and neither did he. "

Pointing to the dwarf curled up into a ball, Zhuang Shuanglin explained casually to Ye Cheng.

Ye Cheng nodded, and subconsciously raised his head to look at a prison not far away.

In that prison, Feng Hao was kneeling beside a corpse, rummaging through him carefully with one hand.

Leading Ye Cheng to push the door straight in, Zhuang Shuanglin pointed to the corpse on the ground, feeling a little helpless:
"Mr. Ye, this is one of the assassins you caught back that day."

Feng Hao didn't lift his head, but rolled the eyelids of the dead body with one hand.

At this time, he actually had a serious look that Ye Cheng had never seen before.

"When did you die?"

Ye Cheng bent down and looked carefully for a moment, then asked Feng Hao curiously.

He still had some impressions of this corpse, if he remembered correctly, this person should be the assassin who provoked Li Baijing back then.

"It should be around Yin time last night."

Feng Hao got up with a sigh of relief, and looked at Zhuang Shuanglin seriously:
"I've seen those dead bodies, and they all had the same cause of death.

The leader said that they have been silent since they entered the private prison, not because they didn't want to say it, but because the poison in their bodies started to take effect at that time..."

Zhuang Shuanglin suddenly frowned:
"That is to say, these people died of poisoning?"

Ye Cheng instantly heard Zhuang Shuanglin's unfinished intentions, and explained without thinking:
"It has nothing to do with the guards of the private prison. The poisoner should be thousands of miles away."

"Brother Ye is really different."

After complimenting Ye Cheng, Feng Hao turned around and explained to Zhuang Shuanglin:
"These assassins should belong to a certain organization. Moreover, when they entered the organization, they all took the poison.

More importantly, this kind of poison, which I can't recognize, should also be able to control the onset time of the poison effect. "

Zhuang Shuanglin gritted his teeth for a moment.

Feng Hao waited for her to calm down a little before reminding her:
"The future direction of the commander's investigation should be—in the DPRK, are there any officials who can support such a killer organization?"

Zhuang Shuanglin was silent for a moment, and then said word by word:

"Qin Prime Minister Qin's family, Suhou Huang's family, and various ministers...

Even, there are a few servants of the hall who rely on the subsequent families, and they can easily do it! "

Before he finished guessing the candidate in his heart, Zhuang Shuanglin inadvertently found out that Ye Sheng had disappeared, and couldn't help but be surprised:
"Eh? Where's Mr. Ye?"

"here."

Hearing Zhuang Shuanglin's voice, Ye Cheng, who was already squatting outside Mo Yuxie's prison, waved to her.

"Shuanglin, come here."

Zhuang Shuanglin came over suspiciously, glanced at Empress Mo Yuxie, who had disheveled hair and bowed her head, and persuaded Ye Cheng:

"Mr. Ye, this barbarian is a ruthless character who cannot be splashed with water.

The guards in the private prison have almost used up all the torture tools in the private prison, but this guy still looks like he will never speak.

Even you, after so many days of torture, he is no longer afraid..."

Ye Cheng ignored her, just shook his head and smiled, took the key from her hand, opened the cell door and walked in.

In the private prison where Mo Yuxie was, the smell of stench and blood were intertwined, which was extremely unpleasant and made people smell it.

But Ye Cheng didn't seem to be aware of the bad smell, his face remained unchanged, he squatted in front of Mo Yuxie, and even took the initiative to reach out his hand to brush away the smell on Mo Yuxie's face.

Mo Yuxie slowly raised his head, revealing two lifeless eyeballs.

Seeing Ye Cheng in front of him clearly, Mo Yuxie narrowed his pupils, but immediately lowered his head again, returning to that lifeless look.

"Do you want to get out of here?"

Ye Cheng didn't care about his attitude, instead he deliberately raised his chin and smiled kindly at him.

Mo Yuxie didn't respond at all.

"Your Beimo mission has come to Huangdu City recently, and I just had a fight with your Tuoba Yingying... um, yes, it was the little prince with that name.

Who do you think won? "

Hearing the name Tuoba Ying Falcon, Mo Yuxie's body shook violently, and his black face covered with dirt also showed a little vivid expression.

But even so, he still didn't open his mouth.

Ye Cheng calmly let him go and got up, walking around him slowly.

"I think Tuoba Yingying is far from being as flamboyant and flamboyant as he appears outside, but rather dark and deep, with grand thoughts...

You said, if you let him know that the two of you are being imprisoned here, will he come to rescue you?

After all, the two of you are rare spider hook elites, right? "

"No, don't let him know that Ya Rilang and I have been captured!"

Hearing this, Mo Yuxie finally opened his mouth hoarsely.

Ye Cheng winked at Zhuang Shuanglin, Zhuang Shuanglin froze for a moment, then nodded knowingly.

Ye Cheng is trying to collect information from Mo Yuxie, and wants to test whether the Suhou Mansion, which is connected with Tuoba Ying Falcon, is the mastermind behind the collusion with these spider hooks to steal the grain seeds?

Ye Cheng continued to pace, walked around behind Mo Yuxie, suddenly pressed his shoulder, suppressed the unpleasant smell, leaned into his ear and whispered:
"Since you value your brother Mo Yuhu's death so much, does that mean that you are the only family member in this world?"

Mo Yuxie couldn't help trembling his shoulders.