Chapter 393: A Strategy (II)

Duan Rong stood in the shadow outside Tang Wanhong's cell, looking coldly at the headless bloody corpse lying on the long bench not far away.

A tattered felt hat covered with blood was actually broken near his feet.

Duan Rong only glanced at the tattered felt hat, then turned around quickly and stood at the door of Tang Wanhong's cell. He held a wire and a long needle and inserted them into the keyhole of the copper lock.

With his spiritual sense penetrating and probing, he "saw" the spring buckle inside the copper lock clearly.

About a breath later, the copper lock was picked open.

The technique was still a bit awkward.

Duan Rong took off the iron chain wrapped around the prison door and carefully placed it at his feet. Then he suddenly showed his body shape and jumped out like a wild cat, landing almost silently outside the door of Shen Yanliu's cell.

The prisoners in the nearby cells were all in a coma because of the strong drug he had sprayed into the air with his true qi. Shen Yanliu in this cell was no exception and also fainted on the haystack in the corner of the cell.

Duan Rong followed suit and unlocked the door of this cell.

When he put down the door lock and chain and pushed the door open, Duan Rong disappeared from there again.

He jumped back to Tang Wanhong's cell again, held Tang Wanhong under his armpits, and jumped into Shen Yanliu's cell.

Outside Shen Yanliu's cell, there was a dim lantern, and the dim light shone diagonally into the cell.

Next to the light and shadow, Duan Rong placed Shen Yanliu and Tang Wanhong side by side, both of whom were drugged.

At this time, the two were lying there, covered in blood, like two tragically dead bodies.

What's even more weird is that their faces are almost exactly the same.

Duan Rong's eyes condensed, and his consciousness instantly focused on Shen Yanliu's face. He saw a mole the size of a mung bean on Shen Yanliu's right face.

Duan Rong suddenly drew his knife, and the Minghong knife flashed past, and the mole on Shen Yanliu's face was cut off by him.

Duan Rong carefully took the cut mole from the edge of the blade, wiped off the blood stain, and then he held the mole and squatted beside Tang Wanhong.

When Duan Rong made that face skin, he left a small hole on the right side of his face for this mole.

He applied transparent peach gum to the bottom of the mole, carefully pressed it into the small hole in the face skin, and then used a scraper to repair the surroundings of the mole.

After the spiritual consciousness probed, he saw that the skin around the mole was repaired and flattened, and Duan Rong finally exhaled a breath of turbid air slowly.

He looked at this already completed "work" and nodded slightly. He was still very satisfied.

After swallowing the spirit of the "Autumn Clearing Picture" last time, he had a deeper understanding of the visual presentation of the work, and these delicate insights were also reflected in "that face".

At this moment, Duan Rong's brows suddenly frowned, and under the exploration of his spiritual sense, he "saw" a team of patrolling jailers, yawning, coming out of the bunker not far away and walking towards this side.

Under the dungeon, the tunnel was dug for seven or eight days. Duan Rong often used his spiritual sense to explore the situation in the dungeon above. He was already very familiar with the patrol method in the dungeon.

The heavily armored soldiers and the jailers in the bunker will take turns patrolling.

The patrols of the heavily armored soldiers are on point, four times every hour, step by step.

The patrols of the jailers were more casual. There would definitely be a team of jailers patrolling between two groups of heavily armored soldiers, but there was no fixed time.

Sometimes, just after one group of heavily armored soldiers had patrolled, the other group of jailers came out of the bunker.

Sometimes, when the other group of heavily armored soldiers was about to start, the jailers hurriedly walked out of the bunker to make up for the patrol.

The time when this group of jailers came out for patrol was obviously a little early.

The leader of this group of jailers was wearing a sword and holding a lantern, while the others were holding red tasseled spears. The silver spear tips flashed a faint cold light under the dim light.

They all half-closed their eyes and walked a little unsteadily.

Duan Rong stood in Shen Yanliu's cell and glanced at Xiong Yi's headless bloody corpse on the bench outside.

He suddenly jumped in and out, and before the group of jailers turned around, he jumped back into Tang Wanhong's cell.

Duan Rong stood at a corner of the wooden fence. He flipped his hand, and the Qi in his palm surged. He slapped a ball of strong drugs to the other end of the alley. He slapped it with one palm, and then Duan Rong slapped it again. He slapped it five times in a row before he stopped, because according to his spiritual sense, the patrolling jailer had turned into the alley.

They were half-closed and confused. After walking a few steps, they felt a little dizzy. Soon, their eyes went black and they fell unconscious.

At the moment they fell to the ground, Duan Rong's figure, like a ghost, jumped over and directly hugged the six spears in his arms.

In order to prevent the spears from falling to the ground and making a crisp sound, it was so quiet here at this time, and a series of crisp sounds suddenly made it, which would alarm the Qi realm strongman who was playing mahjong at the entrance of the bunker.

Of course, if Duan Rong wanted to kill him, it would only take a face-to-face encounter. However, once he made a move, the plan failed.

Duan Rong placed the six spears on the sides of each person in turn, and then quietly retreated.

He returned to Shen Yanliu's cell and looked at the two strange "Shen Yanliu" lying on the ground. Except for the mole on the right face, there was almost no difference between them.

Duan Rong suddenly used his spiritual sense to penetrate Shen Yanliu's body bones and looked at the many dislocated bones around him. It was obviously broken by Chen Xun's bone-breaking hand.

He scanned the technique and the direction and force of the bone dislocation with his spiritual sense. He had also absorbed this martial arts in Changliu Mountain.

He had achieved the state of great perfection in more than ten types of grappling techniques, such as Eighteen Bone-Breaking Hands, Dragon Claw Hands, and Tendon-Splitting and Bone-Dislocating Hands.

In Changliu Mountain, Duan Rong absorbed countless martial arts of the Qi Realm in the cave of Taipu Hall where abandoned weapons were stored.

The first martial arts he achieved the state of great perfection in the Qi Realm was the Withered Prajna Blade.

After achieving this, he achieved the state of great perfection in the second type, the Whisk Mountain-Splitting Blade, which took about five days.

The third type of swordsmanship took only two days.

He completed the state of great perfection in the fourth to eighth types of swordsmanship in one day.

After that, he found that all the swordsmanship, as long as he had absorbed it, would be at the state of great perfection when used.

He mastered sword skills and other martial arts with just a quick thought.

For example, he had never practiced the three Qi-level archery techniques: Ashes, Illusionary Yin, and Starfall. As soon as he tried them, he reached the level of perfection!

Duan Rong suddenly leaned forward, his hands were as fast as lightning, and the sound of bones breaking rang out all over Tang Wanhong's body. He followed the method of breaking bones and dislocation of Shen Yanliu and twisted many joints of Tang Wanhong's body.

Tang Wanhong lay there, motionless like a dead body.

It was obviously impossible to achieve this effect with just the drug. Duan Rong gave Tang Wanhong a pill in the cell.

This pill would not only work at this time, but also at the execution tomorrow.

Duan Rong did all this and dragged Tang Wanhong to the haystack. He stood in the dark, his mind was full of thoughts, and he went through all the details again. After confirming that everything was correct, he wiped the sweat from his forehead.

He picked up Shen Yanliu on the ground, jumped out of the cell, put him on the ground, then turned around, closed the cell door, tied the iron chain, and locked the copper lock.

After that, Duan Rong picked up Shen Yanliu and jumped back to Tang Wanhong's cell.

Duan Rong put Shen Yanliu at the entrance of the tunnel, then turned around and left the cell, closed the cell door, tied the iron chain, and locked the copper lock.

During this whole process, Duan Rong's consciousness was always in an outward state, paying attention to the movements around him.

When he locked the copper lock, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. The plan went smoothly and there were no twists and turns.

At this time, another wave of heavily armored soldiers patrolling had not yet begun. It was quiet at this time. Duan Rong suddenly heard a cracking sound in his joints, and then his shoulders shrank, and he got into the cell through the crack of the wooden fence.

Not far away, under the dim light, the broken neck of Xiong Yi's headless body was still bleeding...

Blood dripped from both sides of the long bench, splashing blood on the ground.

It was like a horrible scene in the dim hell.

At the end of the alley, a team of jailers were all unconscious on the ground, and a lantern fell on the ground, illuminating the pale face of the leader.

The prisoners in the nearby cells were all unconscious.

Duan Rong used his true energy to slap the strong drug into the air, causing an indiscriminate intoxication in this area.

At this time, Tang Wanhong's cell was empty, and not even a single figure was seen.

In the dark cell, next to the haystack, there was a strange hole.

A perfect poem, a post, a content, a 6-9 book, a look!

Duan Rong has already taken the unconscious Shen Yanliu down from the cave...

There is a residential area not far from the dungeon in the city, a yard with sparse weeds.

In the silence, there was a rustling sound in the hall, and then the old wooden door of the hall suddenly opened, and a black shadow jumped out as fast as a ghost.

It was Duan Rong who was carrying Shen Yanliu.

Duan Rong jumped out of the yard with a few jumps.

With his spiritual consciousness opening the way, he instantly displayed his body skills and flashed away in the darkness.

Duan Rong crossed the streets and alleys, avoiding the patrolling city officials on the road.

At this time, the crescent moon had sunk above the sky, and the morning star seemed brighter, like a flashing human eye.

When Duan Rong set out from Liu Shushan's villa, it was already the time of the year Yin.

At this time, it was the darkest moment before dawn. It was also the most tired and lazy moment for the city police who had been patrolling all night.

Duan Rong did not take Shen Yanliu back to Liu Shushan's courtyard, but went directly to the base of a city wall several feet away from the east city gate. There was a beggar there, covered with straw, sleeping soundly, and his faint snoring sounded in the quiet night.

The city wall in front of him was about three feet high, much taller and thicker than the city wall of Xiangu County, but for Duan Rong, the city wall was of little use, whether it was higher or lower.

With the Qinggong body method of the Great Perfection of the True Qi Realm, he could step on the shaking iron chain wrapped in ice and walk over the cliff in the snow. What was the city wall?

When Duan Rong jumped over the city wall, he saw that the fields outside the city were as dark as ink. He chose a direction and flashed away.

In the dark night, a carriage was parked in the field beside the official road. The horses were nibbling on the weeds on the roadside. Ximen Kankan was sitting in the carriage and dozing off.

Just then, the trees beside him rustled, and a black shadow jumped out, as fast as a ghost.

"Who?!"

Ximen Kankan immediately glared at him, and his muscles tensed instantly.

"Me!"

Duan Rong exhaled a breath of foul air and answered lightly.

Ximen Kankan was delighted and immediately dodged to Duan Rong's side. In the darkness, he saw that Duan Rong was carrying a person on his back.

"Rescued?"

"Yes."

Ximen Kankan immediately took Shen Yanliu from Duan Rong's shoulder and carried her into the car.

Duan Rong looked at Ximen Kankan and said, "Let's go."

Ximen Kankan immediately led the carriage to the official road and whipped the horse's butt hard.

Duan Rong was in the carriage, which was shaking violently. He lay beside Shen Yanliu quite tiredly. In the dungeon, his nerves had been in a state of high concentration and tension. Once he relaxed at this time, fatigue swept over him...

In the dungeon of the prefectural city, about a quarter of an hour later, another team of heavily armored soldiers began patrolling from that end with lanterns.

They turned into this alley from the alley at the other end.

As they walked, the leader saw Xiong Yi's decapitated body on a long bench not far away under the dim light.

"Be alert!"

"Something's happening!"

As he shouted, a team of heavily armored soldiers immediately held shields and formed a long and narrow oval, with all shields facing outward.

Then they formed a formation and walked forward.

As soon as they reached Xiong Yi's side, a man in plain clothes flashed in from the other end of the alley. It was the powerful man in the Qi realm who had been playing mahjong at the entrance of the bunker.

As soon as the man jumped into the alley, he saw the patrolling jailer lying there.

His eyebrows jumped, and he immediately picked up the lantern on the ground, and his figure quickly flashed to Shen Yanliu's cell. He saw that the cell door was locked and the prisoner in the dark cell was lying on the haystack.

He felt relieved and took a look at Xiong Yi's headless bloody body on the bench next to him.

Xiong Yi's head was blown into mud, and he didn't hear any noise of fighting during this process.

This headless corpse was still lying on the long bench at this time, and that was Xiong Yi's usual sleeping position.

In other words, Xiong Yi had no time to react before his head was smashed.

A chill suddenly rose on his back. Xiong Yi was a strong man in the true energy realm!

He turned his head and looked at the team of heavily armored soldiers, saying: "Quick, let someone inform the master of the mansion that someone broke into the prison, Xiong Yi is dead!"

"Yes!" The leader immediately clasped his fists and left.

This person, and many jailers also poured into this alley from the bunker, but these guys were all exhausted and sleepy.

The man in plain clothes looked at them and shouted, "Someone broke into the prison! Check all the prisons to see if there is anything unusual!"

While he was giving orders to everyone, his attention was always scanning the surroundings, and his hand was on the weapon at his waist. He suspected that the man who killed Xiong Yi had not retreated.

In Ruyang Prefecture, outside the East City Gate, on the official road of more than ten miles, in the dim sky, a carriage was galloping away. Duan Rong had already told Ximen Kankan to drive his carriage to a dilapidated temple twenty miles west of Tongbai County.

In his early years, Duan Rong had traveled the escort route of Ruyang Prefecture many times in Yuanshun Escort Agency. He was already very familiar with the various places along the way. Moreover, another intersecting official road not far from the western suburbs of Tongbai County twenty miles away was the only way for Shen Mizhi and others to return to Ruyang Prefecture.