Chapter 342: Change of Mind in the Prison Cell

"Chief Master." Yang Yi called out timidly.

Although Yang Sixian was Yang Yi's second uncle, he had called him Chief Master since he entered the Judgment Department of the Zongzheng Division, both in private and in front of others.

Yang Yi saw Yang Sixian just raised his head from the table at this time, and said: "Shang Xiangyu's furnace exploded twice while refining elixirs, killing three registered disciples. In addition, two other registered disciples disappeared in his mountain in the past two or three years. You also told me before to pay attention to Shang Xiangyu."

"Who would have thought that this guy, not long after the second furnace explosion, resigned from the sect, saying that he would go out to travel for more than half a year."

"When I heard the news, my heart was beating fast. Look, Shang Xiangyu had only left for a few days, and Pan Yong, his subordinate, had an accident."

Yang Sixian was obviously interested when he heard this. He closed the yellowed ancient book in his hand and asked: "What happened to Pan Yong?"

He also heard about Shang Xiangyu's travels. However, the reason Shang Xiangyu resigned from the sect was that he had encountered a bottleneck in his cultivation. He was also clear about this. Shang Xiangyu had been stuck in the Great Perfection of Yuanqi Realm for several years. If he could not make any more breakthroughs, he might have no hope in this life! When a warrior encounters such a critical point in his cultivation, it is common to travel around, seek opportunities, or polish his mind, so he did not care much.

But now, Yang Yi came to see him at this time, obviously he had found out something.

Yang Sixian's deep eyes flashed with coldness. Seeing that he was obviously interested in listening, Yang Yi immediately took two steps forward as if encouraged, and continued: "Not long after Shang Xiangyu left, Pan Yong actually used his star plate to exchange six rare medicines at the medicine pavilion. Then, he went to Qin Yun in the lower house and got the approval to leave the mountain. He escaped. Moreover, Secretary, the six rare medicines that Pan Yong exchanged at the medicine pavilion are all auxiliary medicines for practicing Taizang Sutra!"

"Auxiliary medicines for practicing Taizang Sutra?" Yang Sixian's eyes jumped, he stood up, and paced back and forth near the table.

"Yes!" Yang Yi's tone was a little excited, and he said: "And, I went to investigate Pan Yong's case, and by the way, I also turned Shang Xiangyu's mountain upside down."

Yang Sixian heard this and turned his head to look at Yang Yi.

Yang Yi was unmoved and continued, "I found this in the secret compartment of Shang Xiangyu's stone chamber."

Yang Yi said, putting a stack of books in his arms on the table next to Yang Sixian, saying, "Books about the Dirty Blood Sect and the Dirty Blood Divine Art, and they are early and unique copies."

"The Dirty Blood Sect? Early and unique copies?!" Yang Sixian sat in front of the table again and flipped through the top five books about the Dirty Blood Sect and the Dirty Blood Divine Art.

As the chief of the Judgment of the Zongzheng Division, Yang Sixian's most anxious case in the past ten years has been the case about the Dirty Blood Sect.

However, in the past ten years, under his suppression, the Dirty Blood Sect has not only not perished, but has become more secretive and stronger.

This has always made him feel ashamed! And what he is most vigilant about is the infiltration of the Dirty Blood Sect into the sect.

This is not only a red line for him, Yang Sixian, but also a red line for the Council of Elders!

Shang Xiangyu is an inner disciple of the sect and a pharmacist. The sect has many resources, all of which are tilted towards him. But this person's secret compartment in the stone chamber actually contains an early copy of the Filthy Blood Sect's books!

And there are as many as five books, which are obviously collected deliberately!

Yang Sixian has seen no less than a hundred books from different periods of the Filthy Blood Sect. He can tell when these five books are from at a glance.

His face was as black as the bottom of a pot. He took the top five books and continued to flip through them, asking: "Are these also from the secret compartment of his stone chamber?"

"Oh. All of them."

Yang Sixian flipped through them and found that some of them were notes on the experience of refining medicine and poisons.

Yang Sixian put those notes together and looked at the last one in his hand, the Five Poisonous Insect Technique.

As soon as he opened this slightly damaged and yellowed book, a waxy human skin scroll fell out of the book.

Yang Sixian frowned and spread the human skin scroll in his hands first.

It was filled with dense small characters.

"Nine Netherworld Great Hidden Art?!"

Yang Sixian held the human skin scroll and read it carefully by candlelight.

As soon as he read the first paragraph, he determined that this art was a secret art, and judging from the level of its analysis and reasoning, it should have come from the hands of a strong man in the Cave Nether Realm!

However, Yang Sixian's face suddenly changed as he read it!

This art was originally supposed to be a secret art that broke through the cyclone realm with a rather strange idea. However, in the middle chapter, it suddenly started to talk nonsense.

Yang Sixian's face was ugly, and he frowned and cursed: "If you practice this way, won't you refine people to death?"

Yang Sixian was suddenly shocked when he said this!

Because he thought of something.

This secret art called the Nine Netherworld Great Hidden Art was originally a rather strange idea to break through the shackles of the cyclone realm.

But the middle chapter was tampered with by someone.

He was able to see through it at a glance because he was also a warrior in the Cave and Dark Realm. He knew the conclusions of the analysis and reasoning in the text and the source of the Qigong method in detail.

However, Shang Xiangyu was only a warrior in the Great Perfection of the Qi Realm. He could not see the trap in the human skin scroll at all, and this secret technique could help him break through the shackles of the knot.

He believed that Shang Xiangyu had been trapped in the Great Perfection of the Qi Realm for several years, and he must have tried to knot more than once, but failed.

Then, you can imagine his state of mind when he got this technique!

He will definitely practice it!

However, after this technique was tampered with, it was not only impossible to form a cyclone, but also destroyed his origin, causing him to die of exhaustion within a few months!

Yang Sixian suddenly looked up, looked at Yang Yi, and asked: "When did Shang Xiangyu's hair turn white?"

Yang Yi was stunned by Yang Sixian's sudden question. He didn't understand why Yang Sixian suddenly asked about this.

"It seems... it was half a year ago..."

Yang Yi had an impression of Shang Xiangyu's hair suddenly turning white. He thought at the time that Shang Xiangyu was a pharmacist, and maybe he took some medicine to make himself look like a ghost.

But now, Yang Sixian suddenly asked about this. Is there something else going on?

He knew very well that his second uncle was always taciturn and would never ask about this for no reason.

Yang Sixian stood up again, with his hands behind his back, pacing back and forth beside the table.

"...half a year ago?!"

"That is to say, he started practicing this technique half a year ago, and his origin has been damaged, and he only has ten months to live."

Yang Sixian has gradually figured out the thread of things. "But Shang Xiangyu is a pharmacist, he must have a way to hang on to his life..."

"But relying on medicine alone is absolutely impossible to cure his origin exhaustion..."

Yang Sixian was walking, and suddenly stopped, turned his head to look at the five rare books about the Dirty Blood Sect on the table, his eyelids twitching, and said: "This guy wants to join the Dirty Blood Sect!"

"Second uncle, who do you say wants to join the Dirty Blood Sect?" Yang Yi exclaimed: "You said Shang Xiangyu, he wants to join the Dirty Blood Sect?!"

Yang Yi just felt that Shang Xiangyu had a problem. Even if he searched for the early rare books of the Dirty Blood Sect in his secret compartment, he could only question him for a suspected crime. But just now, Yang Sixian's tone was actually certain that Shang Xiangyu wanted to join the Dirty Blood Sect.

Although he was not sure what Yang Sixian based his judgment on, he absolutely believed in his judgment.

"I knew there was something wrong with this guy!" Yang Yi said with a twinkle in his eyes.

"Didn't you tell me last time about the furnace explosion that Shang Xiangyu had a new registered disciple this year, the one called Duan something?" Yang Sixian suddenly looked at Yang Yi and said.

"Yes. Duan Rong!"

"Where is he?"

"I caught him! He's locked up in the dungeon."

Yang Sixian looked at Yang Yi with appreciation and said, "Come on, take me there!"

The dungeon of the Judgment Zongzheng Division was neither damp nor dark.

On the wooden shelf in the corridor, there was a brazier, the fire was bright, and most of the cell was illuminated.

In the cell opposite Duan Rong, there was an old man with a haggard face. The old man crossed his legs and covered himself with an animal skin blanket. He glanced at Duan Rong and said, "Boy, what did you do to get caught?"

Duan Rong glanced at the old man, ignored him, and sat down in the darkness of the corner.

The old man saw Duan Rong like this, spit on the ground, and cursed, "What an impolite little bastard. I don't even bother to pay attention to you, grandpa? What a thing?"

Duan Rong listened to the old man scolding him, but there was no ripple in his heart. He just needed a quiet environment to think about what might happen next.

The development of things has obviously changed! It is different from what he originally planned and thought, and he must rethink it.

Duan Rong sat cross-legged in the dark with his eyes closed, but his thoughts were rolling like the tide...

About an incense stick later, footsteps suddenly sounded in the dungeon.

The footsteps were clearly getting closer and closer.

Duan Rong suddenly opened his eyes and immediately lay down on the straw pile by the wall.

Duan Rong lay there and looked at the corridor outside the fence, only to see two people coming over.

One of them was Yang Yi, and the other was walking in front of Yang Yi, but the man was wearing a black cloak, covering his head and face completely.

Duan Rong lay there, unable to see his face.

No mistake, one sentence, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar, one look!

But the man walked in front of Yang Yi, and Yang Yi followed behind him respectfully. This alone showed the identity of this person.

At the moment when the man in the black cloak approached.

In the cell opposite Duan Rong, the old man who was lying there lazily suddenly opened his eyes wide, as if he was greatly stimulated. He lifted the animal skin covering his body and crawled to the innermost part of the cell.

When he lifted the hide, there was a rattling sound of iron chains. The old man's shoulder blades were pierced by chains as thick as his arms.

Duan Rong clearly saw that the moment the old man saw the man in the black cloak, great fear emerged in his eyes.

Duan Rong almost instantly concluded that this man was extremely dangerous!

At this time, Yang Yi had already taken the key and opened the cell door, and then he and the man in the black cloak walked into the cell one after the other.

Duan Rong had already sat up from the straw pile.

Yang Yi stood behind the man in the black cloak, looked at Duan Rong, and said coldly: "Duan Rong! The lord is here to ask you a question. Just answer whatever you are asked, understand?"

Duan Rong glanced at Yang Yi, then looked at the man whose face was covered in the black cloak, sat cross-legged, and said: "Excuse me, lord."

"Shang Xiangyu exploded the furnace twice, what was he refining?"

Duan Rong's eyes moved, and he spoke in a hoarse and steady voice, probably not young.

"I don't know."

Duan Rong's voice was cold, without a trace of emotion.

Of course, Duan Rong knew that the first furnace of the business language was practiced at Hunan, and the second furnace was trained. However, these are all he knows that he has been devoted by devouring the abandoned debris that has been devoured by the pictographs. How can he inform people?

Duan Rong stopped a little, and said, "Actually, I fry it once."

"What?!" Yang Yi suddenly yelled, staring at Duan Rong: "Then when I investigate the furnace, why don't you tell the truth?"

Duan Rong looked at Yang Yi and sneered, and said, "At that time, businessmen, Pan Yong, are all here. What do you let me say?!"

Yang Yi wanted to speak, and Yang Siyi immediately waved his hand to stop him.

Yang Siyi looked at Duan Rong and asked, "You said it once just now?"

"Yes." Duan Rong looked at the person hidden in the black cloak in front of him, and said, "Only the first bombing. He has made it in the second business."

"The second time was made?!" The person in his cloak was full of horror.

Duan Rongdao: "The business language killed his brother, and used his brother's blood to make blood dan!"

Yang Yi stood there and heard cold.

He knew that there was a fool's brother, so he remembered that since the second frying furnace, the fool was gone. However, Yang Yi never focused on the fool.

In the cell, there was a brief silence. Obviously, the two in front of Duan Rong were still digesting the heavy news thrown out of Duan Rong.

This is Duan Rong, so I think about it.

How can you ensure that he can get out of the dungeon that has ruling Zongzheng.

That is to cooperate, it must be enough! In addition, he was a new disciple who entered Zongmen this year, and there was no involvement in this case. Then, in the end, he would be released!

But he gave information, must be shocking enough, and it is credible enough!

Duan Rong selected the second frying furnace!

Of course, one thing he can't round. That is why the business language did not kill him. He couldn't say that he had killed Chen Yan and made a name for his name. Then, next, the other party asked, why did the businessman kill Pan Yong. He couldn't control the merchant language with insects, and he didn't say it.

Duan Rong had long thought about it. If you can't round it, you don't have to circle.

It's shocking enough, isn't it normal? Why? Let them ask the businessman. As long as they can catch business, they can catch business.

Yang Siyi thought about Duan Rong's words.

After he was inferred by the known information, he felt that the logic had conflicts.

Merchants twice refining bombing furnace! Obviously it is a very important drug.

This drug must be able to alleviate his depletion.

However, the two bombing stoves indicate that his medicine has failed!

Yang Siyuan has inferred that the origin of the business of Shangxiang has been damaged for half a year. Without the alleviation of drugs, it is impossible to support him to cultivate the dirty blood magic.

Because, whether it is to find the blood -blood education, find a way to get the other party, join them, and finally practice the blood of the blood, it takes time.

Without a batch of drugs that relieve symptoms, the business language cannot be supported.

And now, listen to Duan Rong's speech!

Yang Siyi suddenly felt that the contradictions of the original logical deduction no longer existed. The business of the business was made of medicine before going out of the mountain.

Yang Siyi was almost sure that Duan Rong said the truth.

"That Chen Yan and Yin Yan are not died of bombing?" Yang Siyi, who was thinking when he was thinking, finally couldn't help asking.

Yang Siyi jumped, and he was waiting for Duan Rong's answer.

Duan Rongdao: "They were killed by business."

In the cell, it was silent again.

After a while, Yang Yi asked again: "Because he refined his brother with his brother, are you afraid you will leak out?"

Duan Rongdao: "Maybe."

Yang Yidao: "Why don't he kill you and Pan Yong?"

Duan Rong glanced at Yang Yi and said coldly: "I don't know."

Yang Siyuan's eyes hidden in the shadow of the cloak, staring at Duan Rong's face, he was judging the authenticity of Duan Rong's words.