A Self-Rescue Guide for Thousands of Suspects [Quick Transmigration]

Before the hour of the second day, Feng Ye was let down from the wall.

The limbs that had been tied up for many days were numb and unbearable, and Rao Mozun almost couldn't stand upright.

Supporting him were two strong men, with round waists, thick shoulders and thick backs, dressed in heavy clothes and bunting. They looked like Lian Jiazi, specially used to deal with him, a despicable devil.

Feng Ye was not actually tortured in the dungeon. After all, he had a notorious reputation, and people couldn't get rid of their guard against him for a while.

So apart from the blood scabs strangled by Fu Mosuo and the internal injuries suffered in the Battle of Zhixia Mountain, it didn't look too embarrassing.

Above the dungeon is the Hall of Inquiries. The hall is as spacious as a palace, with brightly lit candles. Surrounding the beams of the room are statues of real-life ancestors of the Meditation School. All of them have solemn expressions and exaggerated forms that look more like evil spirits than the demons in the storybook.

People from the Hall of Questioning Guilts had already come, they were all representatives of various cultivation families, and they had sent invitations to come and ask about the scene of beheading the devil.

The head of the Meditation Sect has not arrived yet, and everyone can only wait, with different thoughts.

The Jingxin faction played a key role in the battle against demons in Zhixia Mountain. They not only delivered information, but also captured and tied people. First, they punished the devil who had plagued the Three Realms for a century, and second, they broke the three-legged situation in the cultivation world. , It can be said that he has gained enough prestige in the cultivation world.

Among the three great aristocratic families in the world of comprehension, the Jingxin sect kept giving way and changing masters after the previous head was ordained as a monk, and later became a Jianghu sect. It has been squeezed out by the Li family and the Ouyang family for many years, and it has already shown signs of decline.If it weren't for the presence of two Mahayana monks stationed there, I'm afraid they would have been swallowed up by those two families long ago.

This is great, he has become a hero who subdues demons, and I am afraid that in the next few hundred years, he will become a sect that monks will scramble to join.

"This is not going to make those two families mad..." Someone whispered to his companion, gloating about his misfortune.

As he was talking, he suddenly felt a gust of cold wind blowing through his back. When he turned his head, he saw a gloomy gaze staring at him. That person was Li Zhuoyu, the son of the Li family.

The companion coughed twice, trying to cover it up and said: "Punishing rape and eradicating evil is the long-cherished wish of every orthodox monk, and it doesn't matter whoever eradicates it."

Li Zhuoyu sneered, turned his head, walked to his seat and sat down.

This sequence is arranged according to the strength of the sects of the aristocratic families. Except for the host's Jingxin sect as the main seat, the left and right sides are arranged from the Li family and the Ouyang family.

What is the meditation group?

Even if he killed Mo Zun, he would still be a low-level martial artist, not worth mentioning at all.

After all, blood is the most effective guarantee for consolidating power and status. As for those superficial brotherhood, it is still too fragile to say the least.

Li Zhuoyu tapped on the table with his fingertips, his eyes flicked across the opposite side, Ouyang Chen happened to look back, the two of them smiled and nodded.

Friendship is the most unreliable thing.

The person who says he is loyal is the easiest to betray you.

Li Zhuoyu took a sip of tea, glanced at the young man in white standing under the main seat, and frowned slightly.

This kind of thing can also be called a "gentleman", and the Jingxin faction is really capable.

The young man in white is Qingjun, he understands that later is the perfect moment for him to make a name for himself, and there must be no mistakes.

He waved to the side door and called a servant boy: "Where is the head? Why is it so late?"

The servant boy was under the head, he shook his head: "The head didn't return last night, no one knows where he went and when he will come back."

Qingjun always had a bad premonition when he thought about the servant boy from Kongyingtan worshiping the head of the sect yesterday, he paused, and said: "You go to Wangan Mountain and invite Elder Wangan to come."

The servant boy complied and left in a hurry.

"The devil has arrived!"

Someone yelled something from somewhere, and the originally noisy Hall of Inquiry suddenly became silent. Everyone stretched their necks and looked towards the gate.

Qingjun's eyes flashed, and he turned to look.

Feng Ye was dragged into the hall of interrogation, and knelt on the ground. He was covered with a black cloth in advance, so he didn't know what the surrounding scene was like, and he couldn't see that the hall was full of people.

"Put your head down!" Seeing Feng Ye's back straightened, the strong man on the left reprimanded him in a low voice, and was about to reach out and push his head down.

Feng Ye turned his head, and the coercion from the high position for a long time shot at the strong man through the mask instantly, like a mountain pressing down on the top.It reminds people suddenly that this is not an ordinary prisoner who has no power to bind a chicken. Even if he is tied tightly, he is also a Mahayana monk who has poisoned the Three Realms for a hundred years and is known as the Demon Lord!

In a few breaths, the strong man was so frightened that he was sweating profusely, his hands and feet were shaking, and he couldn't even breathe properly.

The atmosphere in the hall was stagnant, and Li Zhuoyu's eyes were fixed on the opponent. When he came back to his senses, he found that his hand had already clenched the hilt of the sword around his waist, and he was unconsciously in a defensive posture.

He frowned and thought.

Is this the strength of a Mahayana demon?

Feng Ye suddenly laughed, breaking the dead silence, he lowered his head slowly, as if he really obeyed the strong man's orders.

Qing Jun at the side of the hall heaved a sigh of relief, it seems that what Feng Ye said last night was true, he was indeed prepared to bear all the responsibilities for the crimes alone, that's why he had such a docile appearance at this time.

The fate of love is not so easy to solve.

A quarter of an hour later, Elder Wan Gan rushed to the Hall of Inquiry, and sat directly on the head seat: "Sorry everyone, the head has been delayed due to urgent matters, and now the old man will preside over the interrogation."

Li Zhuoyu became more and more impatient when he saw that there were no rules and distances between the Jianghu sects, he didn't even bother to give Wangan his eyes, but stared straight at Fengye in the hall.

It was pitch black in front of Feng Ye's eyes. I don't know what kind of material the cloth is made of. It's extremely hot and rough, which makes people feel very uncomfortable.

Coincidentally, someone said at this moment: "Elder Wan Gan, why didn't you take off that demon's mask? I am very curious about what kind of ferocious appearance it is to do so many insane things."

Li Zhuoyu turned to look at Ouyang Chen who was speaking just now, and saw that this person was holding a folding fan with mountains and flowing water, and there was still a smile on the corner of his mouth.

As soon as he finished speaking, there were voices of agreement from all around. Back then, it was only the heads of the three great families who captured the devil. Many people had only heard about the deeds of the demon king, but had never seen this person with their own eyes.The purpose of coming here today is to witness what a vicious demon cultivator this is. It would be a pity if we couldn't see his face.

Wan Gan paused, nodded, and asked someone to remove the black cloth mask on Feng Ye's face.

He hadn't seen a strong light for many days, but when he suddenly saw such a bright place, Feng Ye's eyes were extremely dry, and when he squinted his eyes, he unconsciously carried a bit of hostility, which startled the person who put on the mask for him, and hurriedly avoided it. Far.

The moment the mask was removed, there were several inhalation sounds in the hall.

Ouyang Chen was stunned for a moment, then smiled even more, jokingly said: "The Demon Lord is so stunning!"

Li Zhuoyu was also slightly surprised, he never expected that such a person full of evil would have such...beautiful appearance.

Feng Ye half-kneeled in the hall, with phoenix eyes and slanted eyebrows, thin lips with a smile, as beautiful as a poisonous poppy, compared to the general crooked Moxiu, he is more like a romantic All kinds of monsters have been cultivated.

Wan Gan announced loudly at the table: "Now that you have read it, let's start to question the crime."

Seeing that there was no objection from the crowd, the door of the Hall of Inquiry closed abruptly.

Wan Gan flipped open the scroll in his hand, "Listen up, Devil Feng Ye!"

"In the third year of Ruchen, you were involved in the extermination case of the Tong family in Northwest China. Because the Tong family exclaimed during the banquet that 'the birth of the demon king will make the world restless', you held a grudge and wiped out his nine clans! Can you plead guilty?"

Feng Ye stared at Wan Gan.Wan Gan looked directly at the scroll without looking aside, counting his crimes in detail with righteous words.

Not right.

Feng Ye: ...I seem to smell a hint of conspiracy.

He glanced around, everyone glared at him, he frowned and thought, and remained silent for a long time.

Seeing Fengye's stubborn appearance, Wan Gan's voice became stern: "Think about it slowly, there are so many crimes, enough to burn you in hell for 3 years!"

He continued: "For 25 years like dust, Dragon City was disturbed by demon cultivators. A group of people killed demon cultivators. You massacred the city overnight for revenge. Can you plead guilty?"

After everyone heard this, they couldn't help cursing, it's not too much for such a devil who must pay for his grievances to be torn to pieces!

Feng Ye still half-closed his eyes, did not answer, and did not plead guilty.

Qing Jun didn't know what he was thinking, and looked anxiously at Wan Gan who was seated.

Wan Gan glanced around the hall, saw that everyone was angry, and sneered, "There are solid evidences for whether you plead guilty or not, and we will settle them one by one during the execution!"

"In Ruchen's 57th year, my son Wan Zhiyuan went to Dongjiang to slay demons, and died tragically under Moxiu's subordinates. Zhiyuan's last words before his death said that you did it! Can you plead guilty to this matter?"

"72 years like dust..."

"74 years like dust..."

"In Ruchen 96, plagues, droughts, floods, locust plagues, and earthquakes occurred frequently in the mortal world. According to the investigations of various immortal sects, you were the cause! Such acts will be punished by heaven and earth! You can plead guilty!"

There are so many things in shape that it is too difficult to write.

Feng Ye couldn't help but ask in his heart: "001, does my personality really conform to the core values?"

001: "Don't worry, Colonel, you have to pay it back when you come out to hang out."

Feng Ye: "?"

001: "It's not that we didn't report, it's that the time hasn't come yet."

Feng Ye: "..."

001: "Come on, beat the workers!"

Feng Ye: "."

After he goes out, he must definitely complain to the Eden headquarters to prevent the system from automatically updating the database of cold jokes!

After Feng Ye probably knew it well, he raised his head and looked up at Wan Gan who was sitting on the main seat.Wan Gan's gaze was still on the guilt scroll.

He said: "The devil is in the wild, is it a crime?"

Feng Ye acted as if he hadn't heard of it, and turned his eyes to Qingjun who was standing under the chief seat, without saying a word, but there was a sudden tenderness in those eyes, and even the candlelight in the hall turned into stars and fell into them lingeringly.

Ouyang Chen raised his eyebrows slightly, while Li Zhuoyu watched the farce gloomyly.

Everyone in the hall seemed to sense something was wrong.

This devil, this look, is he beheading or dying for love?

Qing Jun pursed his lips, very anxious, but he didn't dare to play tricks in front of everyone, and secretly scolded Feng Ye in his heart, what are you doing to lose your affection at this time!

Fortunately, Wan Gan slammed the case angrily at the moment, and said sharply: "The devil is in the wild, is it a crime!"

Only then did Feng Ye look away.

"I..." He finally opened his mouth.

Qingjun pinched his palm, his teeth trembling slightly with excitement.

Make or break in one fell swoop—

Feng Ye smiled, with hooked red lips, "I..."

At the very moment, the door of the Inquiry Hall was hastily pushed open, and a clear and tender child's voice came, interrupting his words.

"Leader's order!" Arnold rushed over, holding a golden jade order in his hand.

The expressions of Li Zhuoyu and Ouyang Chen on the seat changed suddenly at the same time, and they looked at the token in the servant boy's hand in shock.

"The head order of the Jingxin faction! Li Zhuoyu from the Li family and Ouyang Chen from the Ouyang family are requested to assist the Jingxin faction to be the head of the Jingxin faction and escort the sinner to Fengye to the shadow pool!"