Chapter 2586

Fang Xing walked to the door of the prison. He sniffed and said, "Anlun, why?"

The royal guards have begun to replace those sergeants. Some of them use their hands and feet and climb to the roof like an ape.

There was silence inside. Shenyang came over and pointed inside, then looked at Fang Xing with inquiring eyes.

Fang Xing has no authorization from Zhu Zhanji, but Shenyang is still asking him for instructions. This is a risk.

"Aaron, why?"

Fang Xing just asked again.

An Lun's voice came faintly inside: "thank you for coming with Bo Qin. We... We have a deep blood feud with Yan Dajian."

Fang Xing suddenly realized that the reason why Anlun didn't want to enter the palace was that he was worried that he couldn't take revenge.

It's hard to get out of the emperor's side. Even if he did, but the East Hall is not in his hands, he can't start with important officials such as Yan Dajian.

All the doubts were solved. Shenyang drank and asked, "what gratitude and resentment?"

"Ho ho ho..."

Anlun suddenly laughed with a sharp voice, like a night owl.

Fang Xing heard someone purring inside. It should be Yan Dajian.

He's not dead yet!

Fang Xing was relieved and said, "what deep blood feud? You said that as long as you are reasonable, your majesty will decide for you."

"Thank you, Xing and Bo."

Anlun stopped the seeping laughter and said, "our family will put the knife on Yan Dajian's neck now. If someone rushes in, he will die first!"

Shenyang said in a deep voice, "but you can't run away!"

"We didn't want to run today!"

Anlun's voice was cold.

"Help!"

Yan Dajian's cry for help suddenly came from inside, followed by a scream.

Fang Xing has never heard such a scream.

He felt numb on his scalp and goose bumps all over his body.

"Ah!"

The screams continued.

Shenyang woke up with a sharp twinkle in his eyes.

He's going to break in.

Fang Xing shook his head and whispered, "I'll go in!"

Shenyang knew that Fang Xing saved Anlun at last, so he nodded and turned around.

Boom!

Shenyang's leg strength is not bad, but he didn't kick open the door.

As he stumbled back, there came the scream of Aaron.

"Son of a bitch, your son tortured and killed my sister!"

Xin Laoqi was about to make a move. Hearing this, Fang Xing waved his hand, and then walked slowly to the door.

"Who are you? I don't know you!"

Anlun probably stopped, and there were two gasps inside.

"Yan Dajian, do you remember when you settled down? You son of a bitch, when my mother and sister entered your house, I entered the palace..."

Fang Xing hung his eyes slightly and probably knew some directions.

"Your family was not qualified to keep slaves at that time, but you decent bastard, Yan's slaves are everywhere."

Slavery has always been a big problem, for which Daming has strict restrictions.

But the above decision is often used as waste paper below.

"But my sister..."

There was no light in the prison. Yan Dajian was tied to a wooden column in a big font and covered with red fruit.

Anlun held a short knife in his left hand and an awl in his right hand. His facial features were crowded together, and his voice was sad.

"Yan Chunhui, that beast, tried to use force on my sister, but was stopped by my mother. That beast made me kill my mother, and then..."

Anlun looked up and cried, "our family finally stood out, but we sent someone to get bad news. My mother, my sister... My last family... You son of a bitch!"

Yan Dajian finally knew the origin of his robbery. He said in panic: "I don't know. I don't know. It must have been done by servants. If you let me go, I will find the man... Thousands of cuts, thousands of cuts."

Aaron lowered his head and tears ran down his cheeks.

He choked: "Mom, sister..."

His voice was adored. Yan Dajian was shocked and struggled hard.

Anlun's face gradually became more and more smiling, very warm.

"Mother, sister, Yan Dajian's family can't live. I'll come later!"

He found some iron rods from the instruments of torture. When he looked back, the smile on his face became a little strange.

Yan Dajian remembered an Lun's reputation for making the tortured crazy. He trembled and shouted, "spare your life, father-in-law an, spare your life..."

Anlun walked over slowly. He smiled and said, "this is an iron drill rod. It doesn't look like a hole, but you know, our family sent someone with these four iron drill rods to find a Taoist who can do it..."

Yan Dajian didn't know what an Lun was going to do, but a chill came from his back and immediately covered his whole body.

He roared, "you are a witch! Your majesty will destroy your three races!"

Anlun smiled and said, "my mother knelt down and begged them to take in my sister, but the so-called relatives refused to reach out. Since then, I have no relatives."

Yan Dajian wants someone to break in, but now there is no sound outside. He is obviously waiting.

They are waiting for the result of the 'trial'.

Yan Dajian only felt cold in his heart. He knew he was finished.

Even if he is rescued, the emperor will make a thorough investigation of his past.

He flashed his past like a lantern in his mind, and then his face was pale.

I'm dead!

Allan's voice dropped a little, with some bewitchment.

"The Taoist's practice on the iron rod can frighten you. Your descendants are slaves and maidservants for generations... You have a granddaughter... I heard you love her very much... She will live and give birth to countless children..."

"No!"

Yan Dajian subconsciously begged, "please let her go. She's still a child!"

"Isn't my sister a child?"

Anlun said coldly, "Yan Dajian, God is watching you!"

Bang!

The royal guards on the roof were ordered to poke a hole in the roof to observe the situation inside.

The sky shone straight down from the roof.

The light column flickered slightly, and countless dust were flying inside, just like countless villains dancing and calling inside

Anlun stared at the flying dust in the light column, and then the light column disappeared and was covered by an eye on the roof.

He lowered his head slightly and sighed, "what are you thinking?"

Muddy tears slipped from Yan Dajian's eyes. He begged, "let my son go! Please."

"Yan Chunhui?"

Yan Dajian nodded and said with a smile, "I'll bear all the sins."

Anlun sighed softly, and his voice seemed to come from Jiuyou hell.

"That's the culprit!"

He went to Yan Dajian's body, held a slender iron rod in his right hand and squatted down slowly.

Yan Dajian hissed, "what are you going to do? You madman, what are you going to do?"

He felt death peeping at himself.

He panicked.

Anlun slowly looked up, looked into Yan Dajian's eyes and said, "for my mother."

His right hand waved hard.

The iron rod pierced down from Yan Dajian's left foot like lightning, and then plunged deeply into the ground.

"Ah..."

The scream was so shrill that the royal guards on the roof were startled and then dodged.

The beam of light came again.

An Lun squatted on the edge of the light column and quietly looked at Yan Dajian.

His left hand also held three iron rods. He slowly picked up one with his right hand and said, "for my mother."

He repeated this sentence again. The royal guards on the roof who were going to come back to observe only felt creepy and looked down.

Fang Xing is just outside the door. He doesn't move. No one can go in.

On the edge of the light column, the iron drill in Anlun's right hand pierced it with force.