latelenovela Chapter 249 Visit
Chapter 249 Visit
After the matter was discussed and the barrier was removed, the people waiting outside were called in. Unexpectedly, in addition to the disciples of the Discipline Hall, those direct disciples also came. For a while, the room was full of people.
They were like dancing points of light, vying to get in from outside the door. The brilliance behind them gave them a gilded color, and their eyes were like light sparks caused by the collision of lights.
It seemed like they would always run towards him without hesitation, this time, next time, and every time.
They collided, echoed, and were inexplicably intertwined, but were never dispersed in the bustling crowd or the vast mountains and seas.
Lu Wensheng was somewhat dazed: It turned out that without realizing it, he seemed to no longer be a person...
He smiled: "Why are you all here?"
It turned out that he and everyone else had a long-standing relationship, and there was no such thing in the world.
"Of course I came to visit you."
"How's the injury?"
No one knew what was wrong with Jun Ning's handling of the matter. They could only be concerned about Lu Wensheng's health. The room suddenly became very lively with the chattering of everyone.
Fortunately, the disciples left quickly and the room became a little emptier, but the remaining disciples of the Discipline Hall looked at him eagerly, which made Lu Wensheng feel weak all over.
"Senior Brother, don't you have anything you want to tell us?" Tang He couldn't help but speak.
"Explanation? Well... wait until I get back. If your practice has fallen behind, I'll show you how I'll deal with you."
Tang He: “…” I wouldn’t have asked if I had known.
Yan Qingshu was a little curious: "By the way, how did you know Duan Jiashu was an undercover agent?"
This matter was not hidden from Yan Qingshu, and she was not really stupid, so she naturally knew the attitude of the Discipline Hall towards Duan Jiashu.
How did the disciples of the Discipline Hall discover the undercover agent? ——In those clear and stupid eyes, a little calculation was clearly revealed.
That desire to understand and delve into things was not right. While other disciples wanted to understand the routines of their lessons so as to get high marks and more points, he was trying to explore the mysteries. He really wanted to learn, and he was very eager to do so, as if there was an invisible whip behind him urging him on.
Moreover, he gets so jumpy at times that his face almost shows the sign of "guilty thief". If not him, who else would be suspicious?
As for why no one mentioned it before - everyone thought, there shouldn't be such a stupid spy, right?
There were so many people around, so Lu Wensheng didn't tell them too much. He just urged them to return to the Discipline Hall.
"Hongyu."
Wu Feipeng was about to leave when he heard Lu Wensheng calling him. He turned around and saw a jade pendant in his arms with Lu Wensheng's name on it.
"Actually you're worried, aren't you? Go check on him in the prison tower for us."
Wu Feipeng was actually the most anxious after Duan Jiashu got into trouble, and Lu Wensheng saw it all.
Holding the jade pendant tightly, Wu Feipeng felt his throat itchy: "Yes."
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The prison tower stands in a remote place in the sect, as if it is a corner forgotten by the world. It is surrounded by rocky mountains and valleys shrouded in strange fog all year round. Generally, no disciples dare to approach it.
The prison tower rises high into the clouds. Its body is made of a mysterious black stone that emits a faint cold glow in the dim light, as if it is a devil pillar rising from the depths of hell.
The tower is engraved with ancient and mysterious runes and sigils. Each rune flashes with an eerie light, making it look particularly eerie and terrifying in the night.
The entrance to the prison tower is a huge stone door, which is inlaid with heavy iron locks and various forbidden magic tools. These magic tools emit powerful spiritual fluctuations, forming an indestructible barrier. On both sides of the door stand two huge stone beast statues. They have hideous faces, and their eyes reveal ferocity and majesty. They stand on guard at each end.
This was the first time Wu Feipeng came here. The guarding disciples blocked the gate with their weapons crossed. They looked at Wu Feipeng's clothes and their tone was okay, but a murderous aura was overwhelming.
"The prison tower is a restricted area. No one can enter without a warrant!"
He handed over the jade pendant given by Lu Wensheng, and the guarding disciple checked it and then embedded it in the groove of the stone door. With a dull sound, the chain on the huge stone door was untied, and a path wide enough for one person opened up.
"Is he a spy for the Discipline Hall? He's on the first floor."
Wu Feipeng thanked the guarding disciple for his kind reminder and looked at the dim road without hesitation.
The narrow and dark passage twists and turns like a maze. On both sides of the passage are small cells separated by solid black iron fences.
These black iron fences have been specially refined and are not only extremely strong, but can also limit the strength of the prisoners and prevent them from escaping. The walls of each cell are inlaid with luminous stones, which emit a faint light that can barely illuminate the scene in the cell.
The spiritual energy fluctuations in the prison cells were abnormally chaotic. There were spiritual energies of various attributes emitted by the prisoners, as well as the powerful force generated by the restrictions and seals of the prison tower itself.
These spiritual powers intertwined and collided with each other, forming a strange aura that made people in it feel difficult to breathe, as if an invisible hand was strangling them. Even cultivators with profound cultivation would be affected by this aura after entering the prison tower, and their strength would be greatly reduced.
Inside the prison tower, except for the occasional painful groans and wails of the prisoners, it was deathly silent most of the time. Wu Feipeng felt that every footstep and every breath he made was particularly clear in this silent environment.
Duan Jiashu sat in the corner of the cell. The only light came from a small window high up. The opening was very small, so he could not see the outline of the scorching sun clearly. He could only catch a few rays of setting sun, which gradually moved upwards and were then swallowed up by the darkness, without causing a ripple on the wall.
He watched the light disappear and buried his face in his arms. Outside was beauty and freedom, but his body could only curl up in the shadows, swallowing the unspeakable fear of the black-clad man alone.
He did not use the liquid magic energy. He thought that the people above could not wait any longer. When Shi Yubai asked him to go there, perhaps his fate was already determined.
Yes, he is an idiot, otherwise how could he be bullied when he was in Xuanyin Sect? He was used as a consumable by the sect, and at first he thought it was his good fortune, but now he was set up, it was all his fault.
Through the gaps in the halo of light cut by the sunset outside the window, a few spots of light fell on Duan Jiashu, then disappeared in a flash, like the "bruises" lurking under his clothes, scattered around like a polished and mottled stone statue.
Suffering was like a naked rotten root, growing wildly upwards with mold stains rotting from deep within, locking up Duan Jiashu's hateful wail, stirring him into a whirlpool of dullness and darkness, and cutting open the blood scab filled with pain.
Duan Jiashu thought that perhaps he did not deserve a good life, and the memories of the Discipline Hall were just a fantasy before his death.
(The previous description was too watery. From here on, I will try to make it more refined, hehehe.)