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Yan heard the shrill howling of wolves, and for some reason rolled over with a shiver, probably because the howling really hurt his ears.

"Don't stop, let's go!" The guard behind him raised his knife rudely as a signal.

With a dark face, Yan continued to move forward, his footsteps were very clear on the long and wide air corridor. On both sides of the corridor were carved and gilded arches, and the night wind whizzed past, leaving There was a sudden chill.

Yan couldn't help pulling up his clothes, and walking in this long corridor suspended over a thousand feet, there was always a lingering sense of wonder in his heart.

Before Yan came to Danyang City, the capital of Xiliang, he had heard spies talking about the Xiliang Royal Palace——"Yuelang" is a mysterious palace, it is very large and connected with the Great Yan Kingdom. The palace garden is different, all the palaces, including the imperial garden, are superimposed on top of each other.

Under the rough description of the spies, Yan took it for granted that "Yuelang" looked like a huge "pagoda".

But after visiting in person, Yan realized that there are such miraculous, no, breathtaking architectural complexes in this world.

This Yuelang Palace is not on the same flat foundation, but stretches upwards in a spiral manner, and the palaces on it are arranged layer by layer in an orderly manner, like an open canopy.Every leaf on the canopy is a palace, and the promenade at the foot of the tree is the stem, stem, and stem connecting the leaves.

How much manpower, financial and material resources will it take to create such a huge and mysterious palace?

Yan looked out of the corridor and thought to himself: "While Xiliang is a simple and boring desert kingdom, Usman is really lying and suddenly

Then he proposed to me... Huh, it's like a weasel giving a New Year greeting to a chicken! "

Yan secretly observed the surroundings, wondering if he could jump out of the arch and escape through the garden on the next floor.

He didn't want to be caught without a fight, and he didn't want to be tortured in a prison.

"What are you looking at?" An impolite voice sounded from behind, Yan was taken aback, completely unaware of Jinayali's arrival.

"Don't try to escape." Jinayali sneered, "Unless you want to break your leg."

Yan can't even use lightness kung fu now, and he really can't fly.

Yan looked at Jinayali, her eyes were hazel, her skin was fair, and her reddish-brown hair looked very special. Dayan had never had a female general, so Yan was a little curious about her skills?

If you don't use "escape" to compete with her twice, you really haven't fought against a woman.

"You all go down." Jinayali said to the other guards.

The guard nodded without any objection, and retreated in an orderly manner.

"Your Majesty asked me to take you to a good place, just follow me." Jinayali warned Yan after finishing speaking, "Don't play tricks, I can kill you at any time."

"Don't dare." Yan said angrily, "Dare to ask the general what a good place is? It can't be hell, right?"

"Although it's not as good as hell, it's not far from it." Jinayali smiled for the first time since seeing Yan.

This beauty is of course even more beautiful when she smiles, but Yan feels a chill down her back.

"Why, regret it now?"

"What regret?" Yan frowned.

"I regret that I shouldn't be disrespectful to the emperor." Jinayali raised her chin and said, "If you are afraid, I can tell the emperor..."

"Forget it, it's just going to a place similar to hell, it can't scare me." Yan smiled lukewarmly, he wanted to escape at first, but now he gave up the idea.

He just wants Usman to know that he is not the kind of soft bone who kneels and begs for mercy whenever he suffers, and he wants Usman to taste what it feels like to kick a big iron plate.

"Okay, come with me." Jinayali said.

Yan followed Jinayali forward, and gradually those gorgeous palaces and eaves disappeared behind, and the surrounding colors also changed from bright white and gold to dull gray and earthy yellow.

Jinayali was always on guard against Yan, afraid that he was just talking and trying to escape, but unexpectedly, after walking around for a long time, Yan really followed her all the way.

This Prince Dayan is really not afraid of death.

Jinayali couldn't help thinking: "Your Majesty thinks he's interesting, does that mean he 'likes' him?"

The folk customs in Xiliang are open, and marriages between men and women are all voluntary, but in this man-made oasis surrounded by deserts, survival is the first factor, and no one cares whether the wife is a man or a woman.

"Impossible." Jinayali quickly denied this thought, "Your Majesty is the successor of 'Sacred Realm Zhaoxue', half human, half immortal, half heart, and can't fall in love with anyone at all."

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on Jinayali's face, and Yan suddenly appeared from the side: "What are you laughing at?"

"Ah." Jinayali was startled, and immediately reprimanded, "None of your business!"

"There is no way." Yan pointed to the front, which was a huge semi-curved brick wall without a door.

"Who says there is no way." Jinayali took a few steps forward, and then stepped on a square stone on the ground, the sand trembled, and the ground suddenly sank, with the sound of sand rushing, and a stone-step passage seemed to conjure up a magic trick. appeared in front of Yan.

"What kind of device is this?" Yan asked in surprise, there was also a secret passage in the Dayan Palace, but it needed manpower to push it, and it was opened by himself.

Jinayali looked at Yan like a country bumpkin: "Xiliang is not as backward as you think."

Then Jinayali went down, Yan had no choice but to follow, and the door behind him slowly closed again.

Yan felt that the road under his feet was going downhill, and there were torches burning on the wall. A fire meant that there was ventilation, and there must be a place to go out, but this kind of tunnel that only allowed two people to pass through and whose depth was unknown made people feel bored.

After about a stick of incense, the prison arrived.

Yan had never seen such a prison before, and was momentarily stunned.

Countless square pits were dug on a large piece of land in front of him.The pit was very deep, and every mouth of the pit was sealed with iron bars. Some people were crying at the bottom of the pit, and some people stretched out their hands while pulling on the iron bars, but this was underground, and his hands couldn't touch anything.

Rancid, fishy and unknown smells merged into a disgusting smell, Yan Bujue covered his mouth and nose, Jinayali smiled: "Are you still satisfied?"

"These are all criminals?" Yan asked.

"It's death row." Jinayali said with a smile, "This is the death row tower."

"Death Row...tower?" It's obviously underground, and it's all deep pits.

"Touch the wall next to you." Facing the suspicious Yan, Jinayali seemed in a very good mood.

Yan walked to the side, the wall here was very high, like a mountain wall, he looked up and found a rectangular night sky surrounded by the high wall, but because it was too dark, he didn't realize that it was the sky, no wonder those people Reach all the way up.

And this wall, Yan touched it, was uneven, and the soil was loose, with a light flick of a finger, the sandy soil slid down with a rustling sound, revealing dense white bones—human bones.

Along the way Yan Zai came, there were many bones buried in the sand, but none of them made his scalp numb like now.

"This wall is the corpse tower. In ancient times, it was the place where the ancestors were sacrificed. Now all the enemies who attacked Xiliang are buried in it. Sooner or later, the dead prisoners in the pit will be buried in it to continue to build up this wall. A pagoda to deter those who dare to disrespect Xiliang."

Yan frowned and said nothing.

"Come here, take him down." Jinayali said.

A guard stepped forward, grabbed Yan's arm and walked towards the depths of the cell. Yan lowered his head, watching those filthy death row prisoners desperately trying to pull his ankle.

"Here, go in!" The guard suddenly stopped, squatted down and opened a cell door, motioning Yan to jump down.

With the extremely dim moonlight, it is impossible to see the bottom.

The guard raised his foot to kick, but Yan jumped down by himself.

The smell became stronger, the inflammation seemed to fall into a latrine, and there was a feeling of stuffiness.

After the feet hit the ground, there was a heavy locking sound above the head.

The touch under his feet was very soft, it was sandy soil, Yan took two steps, after his eyes got used to the darkness here, Yan stretched out his hand to touch the wall, but he only took two steps when he heard someone shouting: "Hey, don't come here, someone here gone."

The voice was so hoarse that it was hard to tell whether it was a man or a woman.

"Sorry." Yan said, turned around and went to the other side, touched the rough wall, and sat down with his back against the wall.

After staying at the bottom of the pit, there is a feeling of being in hell, because all the screams come from the dark surroundings, and he is one of them.

Jinayali left, Yan heard the guards shouting respectfully to send her off, what kind of general is good to go.

Yan closed his eyes, the most urgent thing is to preserve his strength, no matter what, he will not beg Usman for mercy.

Of course, he won't be stuck here forever.

As long as the Dayan Mission arrives and sends the special envoy's documents and seals, he will be free again.

Thinking of this, Yan felt that this place is not so difficult.

The sky gradually brightened, and as soon as the sun came out, this "pit prison" seemed to step from the cold winter into the scorching heat, and the frozen sewage at the bottom of the pit instantly flowed across.

Yan retracted his feet, almost curled up in a ball, to avoid the black and yellow foul-smelling sewage.

His left sleeve was originally torn by Usman. Last night, he simply tore off the sleeve, folded it into a mask and tied it, which somewhat saved his life.

The glare of the morning light made the prison unbearable. The wall made of sand was full of potholes. On the wall on the left side of Yan, there were short wooden sticks embedded one after another. At first glance, they thought they were hooks. But these wooden sticks are arranged in an orderly manner, and walking up, Yan suddenly understands: this is a ladder.

An extremely narrow and crude wall ladder. If you want to go up, you can only step on it with one foot and step up. There is a broken one in the middle. If you don't step on it firmly, you will fall down.

Even if they went up, the iron bars at the mouth of the pit were tightly locked and could not be opened at all.

Yan's eyes hurt from the sunlight, and he had to look back to the bottom of the pit. There was a person sleeping on the opposite wall. He was facing Yan, curled up and lying on his side on the ground.

Presumably he fell asleep like this last night to beware of his new "cellmate".

Yan heard his voice hoarse yesterday, and thought it was an old man, but he didn't expect that the person lying down turned out to be a young man, about sixteen or seventeen years old.

When Yan was thinking about how he was sent to death row at such a young age, the young man suddenly opened his eyes and sat up.