I Really Don’t Know How To Practice

After Si Nan left, Han Xu walked out through the secret door next door. He looked at the box Si Nan left on the table and remained silent.

The box seemed ordinary, but Han Xu felt an aura that seemed to come from ancient times, and his intuition told him that the things in the box were by no means ordinary.

"You put away the box and take it back to your house. In addition, you also put away the money."

A total of seven million taels of silver bills was in front of him, and Han Xu just glanced at it and stopped asking.

He has never been very interested in money. First, he is not short of money. Han Wangfu will remit a sum of money every year, which is enough for Han Xu's living expenses. Moreover, the wealth accumulated by Jindaomen is also enough. Han Xu used it.

In fact, Han Xu's usual expenses are not too big, that is, in order to play a good image of a dandy, he used a lot in the four pavilions before, giving people a feeling of spending money like water, but in fact, he is still very frugal of.

After all, unlike other people, he needs a lot of resources for cultivation.

"Master, the other party must think that it was Uncle Lin who made the move. If you go like this, will you be seen as a flaw?" Nishang asked very carefully.

"Don't worry, I know Uncle Lin's kung fu." After Han Xu finished speaking, Qianmian slowly covered his face like mercury flowing, and soon changed into the mask that Lin Feng usually wears.

Nishang thought to himself: Is there anything the young master can't do?

Midnight.

Somewhere in the south of Wangcheng, there are heavy guards at twelve hours of the day, even at night, the light from the torches can make the sky red.

A pitch-black building is located here. This building is made of black iron and is indestructible, like a bloodthirsty monster crawling.

Usually, few people pass by here. Even if someone passes by, they will be affected by the dark evil spirit released by this building and feel uncomfortable all over.

Here is the dungeon.

Han Xu appeared near the south gate on time. At this time, he restrained his breath and hid in the dark, perfectly blending with the shadows.

He observed his surroundings. This is the Heaven Prison, where the most vicious prisoners of the Dawu Dynasty were imprisoned. The guards were strict, so Han Xu chose to be more cautious.

He didn't want to make too much noise here.

Soon, after a group of guards patrolled past, the south gate of the prison opened silently, and at that moment, Han Xu cast his ghostly fan steps and rushed in like a shadow.

Then, the door closed, and it took only three breaths before and after, without anyone noticing.

After entering the dungeon, Han Xu felt a chill, a scalp-numbing coolness, as if it wanted to soak in from every pore of his body.

In front of him was a downward-facing stairway. There were only two torches in the stairway to illuminate it, which made it look a little gloomy. From the end of the stairway, horrific screams could be heard from time to time.

Standing next to Han Xu was a guard serving him. He said in a low voice, "There are 18 floors in total, and the person is at the bottom, Cell D."

After speaking, the man left in a hurry.

Han Xu took note of the location and walked down the stairs.

At the same time, the jailer who sent the message to Han Xu changed into plain clothes and left the prison after returning. It happened to be the time for him to change shifts.

However, he did not go home after leaving, but came to a private house.

Inside the house, Si Nan and Xing Kai were waiting anxiously.

Soon, there were footsteps outside the door, and the jailer did not enter, but knelt outside and said, "My lord, you have already entered."

"Do you see who the person is? Is it the master of the Golden Knife Sect?"

The jailer thought for a while, and thought that the man was indeed wearing the mask of the master of the Golden Knife Gate, so he said, "It's him."

"Okay, you step back."

After there was no sound outside the door, Xing Kai said to Sinan: "If there is an extraordinary shot, the confidence will be much greater."

Si Nan gritted his teeth and said: "Ning Shanzhi must die, otherwise how can he be worthy of my seven million taels of silver, this Jindaomen dares to blackmail the truth, I will make them spit out double the money they received."

Xing Kai said: "They must have guessed that we are related to the prince."

Si Nan said: "Even if they guessed it, there is no evidence."

Xing Kai said: "Do you want to silence it?"

"Don't worry about them for the time being, Jindaomen, someone will naturally deal with them."

Hearing what Si Nan said, Xing Kai stopped talking, and said, "In that case, let's wait for the news with peace of mind."

Han Xu is like a cloud of shadows, wandering in the sky prison.

This is indeed the cell with the most strict guards. There are guards on each floor cross-checking, and the further you go down, the stronger the guards are.

Starting from the tenth floor, each prison floor has a master of rank 7 or above sitting in charge.

Of course, with these guards, it is naturally impossible to find Han Xu.

Han Xu went down the stairs, and soon reached the bottom eighteenth floor.

Scanning with his spiritual sense, he found that there were three ninth-rank masters and ten eighth-rank masters on the eighteenth floor.

Still on the stairs, Han Xu smelled a strong rotten smell. Almost all the prisoners held here had been subjected to inhumane punishment. Several of them were dying, and even some prisoners had rotten wounds on their bodies. , There are maggots wriggling on the rotten meat.

When Han Xu saw this scene, he couldn't help but feel a little nauseous, but he still practiced his skills to suppress the uncomfortable feeling and walked towards the depths.

Every foot on the ground feels like stepping on thin mud, but Han Xu knows that it is not mud, but a mixture of meat scraps and blood, covering the entire ground.

This floor is much smaller than the one above, so there is only one straight road, and the cells are distributed on both sides.

In this environment, it is impossible to continue to covertly move forward.

After Han Xu took a few steps, he stopped.

At the end of the corridor came a group of guards, six of them in total.

These six people are different from the guards upstairs. They are dressed in black and strong clothes, with cold eyes, and uniform short knives hanging from their waists.

"Who is it?" The two people in front had already seen Han Xu standing at the other end of the corridor. Under the cold metal mask, Han Xu's eyes were shining like ghosts.

As soon as the voice fell~www.wuxiaspot.com~ the six people found that Han Xu's figure disappeared from the spot, and then, as if a dark wind passed by them, everyone turned their heads and saw Han Xu who was originally at the other end of the corridor. Xu, but he was already behind them.

"Enemy..." One person wanted to shout Enemy Attack to remind his companions inside, but as soon as he uttered the first word, a line of blood appeared on his neck, making him unable to make any more sound.

The same is true for the other five.

The bodies of the six people fell down, but Han Xu continued to rush in without turning his head.

Although the man hadn't finished speaking just now, he had already made a sound, and those guarding ninth-rank and eighth-rank masters must have heard it.

"Who came here, dare to break into the prison!" Sure enough, thirteen masters in black clothes walked out from nowhere at the end of the passage.

"Xuan Yiwei is here, and he will be captured before he puts his hands up!" the leader of a rank nine expert shouted angrily.

They knew that there would be people who didn't want Ning Shanzhi to live, so they had already arranged for experts to guard here, but they didn't expect that it was only the first night, and they would be thrown into the prison at this moment.

However, what caught their eyes was only an erratic black shadow.

"Kill!" The leading guard yelled, and the thirteen of them drew out the short knives around their waists together. The cold light was very dazzling in this dim dungeon.

However, at the same time they drew their swords, a brighter golden light cut down like a horse.