After the snow, the long mausoleum becomes completely cold, even if the sky is no longer snowy, but the snow between the tiles and the dark places is not easy to melt, and eventually becomes more and more hard, into a mixture of the stars and dust.

There are not many pedestrians in the prison of God, the snow on many aisles is difficult to degenerate, one by one, deep and light footprints are branded on the light gray ice shell, and those who leave footprints do not know where to go, but also make the gods add a bit of a gloomy atmosphere to the prison.

Occasionally, a few sounds seemed to be blocked, and even the unscrupulous sounds of screaming came from the door of some houses, reverberating between them, and then disappeared quickly.

Wearing a dark red robe, the head of the Chen prison has always been a decadent and debilitating look, and his slow walk on the road of snow is difficult to melt, giving people the feeling of a pomegranate, making it difficult to associate him with the high weight of the great Qin Dynasty.

The old and deaf old servant who had been driving for him was already waiting at the door of the gods' prison, and he gave no instructions, and the old servant did not compare any gestures at all, but after he boarded the car, he drove in a circle in the streets of Changling, who seemed aimless.

The head of the sitting Chen supervisor in the humble carriage seemed to fall asleep, but at some point, he slowly raised his head and lifted the curtain.

The carriage without any signage was marching into the shadow of a high wall.

When he lifted the curtain, many of the world's vitality silently softened from his body.

Not even a sound of wind, a layer of crystal-like radiance quickly gathered around his body, like the formation of countless mirrors, refracting the surrounding light.

He was clearly wearing a dark red robe with a strong color, but even if there were people passing by, they only got the curtain as if they were being blown away by the wind, but they could not see him coming out of the car.

At the moment, it was as if he were transparent.

Then he flew up lightly, crossed the high wall, and fell into the courtyard.

Inside is a garden that has died in the winter snow.

He walked through the garden and into the cloister.

At this time, the crystal luminances gathered outside him slowly disappeared, and his figure slowly disappeared from the air like a ghost.

He walked along the cloister, eventually into the backyard, stopping in front of a study.

He didn’t mean to hide his footsteps.

In this study, sitting a middle-aged man with a student's appearance, wearing a gray cotton robe, was grinding ink, and was about to write some letter, but because it was cold, the ink had not yet been completely opened.

The middle-aged man heard strange footsteps, but he did not stop grinding, because even if he understood that this was an inexplicable visitor, in his eyes, only a very small number of people in the whole Changling could pose a threat to him.

But how can a limited number of great men who can threaten him appear to him in this way?

So when the footsteps of Chen Shutou stopped, he sneered proudly: "It's cold outside, since it's coming, don't wait outside."

Hearing such words in the study, Chen Shu's head did not change at all, not even the excess movements, and the door of the study in front of him was pushed away by the breath that came out of him.

The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes slightly, waiting to say something, but when he saw the deep red robe on the head of the prison and felt the strange breath of decadence and haze, his proud face was suddenly cold.

“You...you are God’s prison...” The constant cold pouring out of the depths of his body made his tongue stiff.

“I am.”

Chen Shutao spit out three words very directly.

The middle-aged man has no blood on his face.

"I know you're a special intermediary."Chen Shutong looked at him indifferently, slowly and clearly, very directly, and said: "Some practitioners in the army in the outer county also want to live a good life, and there may be countless places to spend money on the way to practice, but there is no war, but they have accumulated no combat skills, they have not been rewarded, and they have not been ordered."But they have a good fighting ability, and some of them will do something to kill people.But there are some powerful people in Changling, but they need someone to help them kill some people, and it is best not to have to do with themselves."

Thinking of the legend about the mysterious god's prison, the middle-aged man's cold sweat kept coming out of his forehead and flowing down his face, but he still said: "Whatever you say, it has nothing to do with me, because you can't have evidence."

"You're right, I don't have any evidence."

Chen’s head was cold and hanging down his eyelids.

The middle-aged man suddenly realized what, his eyes were instantly filled with an incredible light, and a light in his hand burst out like the rising sun, and exuded an extraordinary horror, to suddenly shatter the breath of the whole study.

However, at this moment, his mind suddenly fainted, the horizon in front of him became blurred, and any movement of his body became abnormally slow because of the faintness of his thoughts.

Chen Chun's head flew out of a deep red sword light in his dark red robe, gently and cleverly piercing his heart.

The middle-aged man's mind instantly regained consciousness.

However, a little cold spread from his heart, looking at the deep red sword light in the recovery sleeve, the power in his body also faded rapidly like the tide, and the sun-like brilliance in his hand was only a line, which could not be revealed from his palm.

“Why?”

This middle-aged man could not understand what method the legendary god was in charge of the head, and even in an instant, he could not understand why the other party dared to kill himself directly in the absence of evidence.

“No why.”Chen Shutong said indifferently, "Only you don't know me... because I never follow the rules."

The middle-aged man sat down with his heart, and he was extremely miserable, and he said incomprehension: "As the head of the gods' prison, according to the great Qin law, according to the law of the great Qin law to supervise hundreds of officials, such as you, do not act according to the law, is it not a more serious crime?"Even if you don’t follow the rules, why are you killing me, why don’t you want to know something from me?”

“Whether a man in a position like us can stand in Changling is only to be loyal to the Qin Dynasty and his majesty, and not to be guilty.”Chen Shutao looked at him who refused to swallow, and said indifferently: "From what you know from your mouth, for those nobles, it is still not an absolute proof."All I need is to make the situation more chaotic... someone is messy and I make a mistake and I'm going to catch it."

The middle-aged man was more and more painful, and he groaned, and made a strange voice from his throat, "Then why me?"Why is it me?”

“Because of your identity.”Chen looked at him without expression and said, "Because you are not a military person, even if you are killed, there will be no military people to pay attention, unless it is the military magnate who is related to you, it is possible to use the military's strength to pursue this matter."He may wonder which force has done this, and if he checks, I may know who he is.”

The middle-aged man spit out the last breath from his throat and fell forward on his desk, dying in pain.

Once again, a powerful world of vitality poured out in Chen’s head, and his body once again became transparent in the air.

He crossed the high wall and walked transparently in the streets.

There were pedestrians walking along the way, not even noticing his presence.

He walked through several streets, lifted the curtain of the carriage that was still slowly moving, and got into the carriage, as if nothing had happened.

Every day he seemed to be riding in this carriage, carried by the deaf old servant, to patrol the streets of the long mausoleum, occasionally issuing one or two orders, and besides doing nothing at all day.

However, in the deep wall compound he left, the middle-aged man who died on the desk was flowing more and more blood on the chest, and finally covered the whole table, flowing to the ground along the corner of the table.

...

At the same time, Ding Ning was also in the moving carriage.

When Chen Cao slowly turned the world's atmosphere into nothingness, and then he was thinking of things with his head, and he was thinking of things.

The county is no stranger to him.

The richest and most powerful in Qishan County is the family.

And the house was also in the flowers on the wall in his wine shop. z