C26

What was going on? Were the people in these run-down temples the criminals that the government was going to capture? Wu Ming asked somewhat suspiciously.

I think you, a rich young master, really don't know anything. Song Zhong coldly snorted. If you bring yourself to my doorstep right now, you're also one of them. Do you believe me?

Why? Are these people good people? Wu Ming felt that he was even more confused.

I don't know if these people are doing bad things or not. I don't know if they are good people. The officials at the borders of the Changling were useless, they would only try to catch some civilians doing meritorious service.

Is this the official of the Big O? Wu Ming looked at the commoners who were being escorted out. Not long after, they were resting in the same dilapidated temple, dressed in shabby clothes, with a majority of them being elderly, women and children. They did not look like criminals.

Hahaha … Song Zhong laughed: Are you big or not?

He didn't have much guts … Wu Ming was a little taken aback. What did Song Zhong mean by asking this? Without waiting for him to react, he was dragged by Song Zhong to the front of the soldiers.

Just like this, Wu Ming and Song Zhong were somehow caught. Wu Ming and Song Zhong were driven by the soldiers into Chang Ping Town, Wu Ming shook his head, this time he didn't even need to find Chang Ping Town, someone had brought him here. As a prince of a Emperor of Great Sheng, it was impossible for Wu Ming to be afraid of these Great Sheng Dynasty officials. Wu Ming felt that he couldn't see the slightest bit of fear in Song Zhong's eyes. What kind of ability did Song Zhong have to not be afraid of these jackals and tigers by himself?

Wu Ming, Song Zhong and many other refugees were imprisoned in a pitch black firewood room. It was the firewood room of an inn. Ever since Song Zhong was imprisoned in this woodshed, he had his ear stuck to the wall.

This woodshed is a thousand miles away from those guys, can you hear me?

Of course I can hear you. What do you think I'm doing by shoving myself against the wall?

Wu Ming pressed his ear against the wall and heard nothing. He couldn't hear anything at all.

Song Zhong shook his head: "I really don't know where you got your cultivation from. With that, he lightly tapped on Wu Ming's ear acupoints: You can hear the sound after activating the Soul Power here.

Wu Ming pressed his ear to the wall and clearly heard the voices of the soldiers.

Elder Ma, how many people have we captured this time?

This time, his luck was bad! Thirty-two of them.

Thirty-two? That was a little too little. They would need at least a hundred people to go there. Besides, even thirty-two people wouldn't be able to earn anything with military merits? Why don't we go out tomorrow and try our luck?

Wu Ming felt a chill down his spine. The lives of thirty-two people were like grass, these people wanted to use their lives in exchange for military merits.

Originally, he had thought that his life in the family of the Emperor was already in such a rough and miserable state. The princes and princesses of the imperial family would massacre each other for the sake of the imperial throne. Most of the princesses used it as a political bargaining chip to marry powerful officials, sometimes inferior to an ordinary family's young lady. If he did not personally see it, how would Wu Ming know that life could be so cheap? Previously in the palace, he had always felt that those palace maids were lowly commoners, and that if the palace masters were dissatisfied, they could chop off their heads at any time. However, that was only in accordance with the rules. However, he did not know that human lives could be so cheap that they could be harvested at will. It was only here that he realized that the lives of the people at the border were even more miserable.

Third Hou, I think there's someone who can write in there. Go and ask him to frame them as traitors.

Elder Ma is truly insightful, this lowly one will go right away.

Many of the people in the woodshed looked at the menacing officer in terror. Third Hou stood in front of the woodshed door and asked, "Which one of you can write?" Come out!

Your Lordship! This little one doesn't know how to write.

You! Come out! Third Hou pointed to a frail girl in the crowd. "Do you know how to write?"

Wu Ming looked at the frail and weak girl extremely familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen her before. The girl turned her head stubbornly and said, "I won't!"

It was only until the girl spoke that Wu Ming remembered that she was the fake brat he met not long ago in the hot spring. It was because this fake brat was dressed in a female attire that Wu Ming did not notice, that he was wearing a short, lake-green skirt today. There were two balls on his head. It was unknown why Wu Ming suddenly thought of the unsuitable child parts of that hot spring.

It can't be, right? Hou San'er raised the whip in his hand and was about to hit him.

Military lord, please calm your anger! I can write! Wu Ming anxiously squeezed through the crowd and stood in front of the young lady. The young girl had long seen Wu Ming among the crowd. Wu Ming saw that the fake boy was staring at him with her pair of round eyes, and didn't know why she felt that he was being naughty and cute.

Then come out! I'll take care of you later! Third Hou gave the fake boy a glare and said to Wu Ming: "There's a pen and paper on the table, write down how you slaughtered the common people and violated our country, so as to not suffer physical pain."

What? I don't quite understand, sir.

Stop putting on an act for laozi. If I tell you to write, then write! Third Hou revealed a sinister look on his face, "Not writing?" Do you believe I have a hundred ways to torture you until you write it?

The people in the woodshed were in a state of chaos. Third Hou's words were tantamount to throwing down their death talismans. Many people kneeled down and begged, "Lord Military Commander!" Please spare me! We are all commoners, we are all citizens of Great Sheng Dynasty!

We are just commoners of the Great Sheng Dynasty, how would we dare to invade other commoners? Military lord, spare me!

Wu Ming secretly covered his own Soul Power with his palm, and couldn't help but want to end this person called Third Hou.

Oh? A young man sneered. I'd like to see your hundred ways of tormenting people.

The one who spoke was Song Zhong, who patted Wu Ming's shoulder: Don't be anxious, I want to try.

Wu Ming could not believe his own ears, but when he saw the longing in Song Zhong's eyes, he wondered why there would be people who would take the initiative to be punished. Or could it be that Song Zhong was a masochist? Song Zhong nodded at Wu Ming, causing him to feel at ease.

Hehe! Someone else had taken the initiative to deliver himself to their doorstep? Hou San'er could not believe his ears. So there was actually someone in this world who made such a request. He waved the whip in his hand: "Great!" Then here it is! Let these people have a good look!