In the battle of Pantugou, Tong Xin entered the city in the appearance of a sea god, but was killed by thunder on the spot. The city lord of Wu has checked it, and even him, all the dead invaders do not have jade gourds on them.

"Ask Yan Shichu, it's probably where he is. These are Wu Ling's exact words.

Tu Xing'er said sincerely: "It was a gift from my family, and I still have a memory." ”

Her family, hundreds of years ago, can only see things and think about people. It's a pity that the jade gourd was lost.

"Not in my hands. ”

When Tu Xing'er heard this, her face was slightly pale, but she also said, "It's okay......"

Before she finished speaking, Yan Saburo interrupted her: "But you can look for it." ”

Where to look?

Tu Xing'er blinked, but heard Chitose say: "Miliu claims to know everything, doesn't it know the whereabouts of the jade gourd?"

Listening to him, only Miliu took the initiative to find his share, and he couldn't contact him. Tu Xing'er was also helpless, "It seems that there has been no instruction for a long time." Besides, it may not be willing to help me. ”

That thing really doesn't talk about human feelings, only makes transactions, how can it be obligated to help people?

Yan Saburo only said "follow me", and asked Chitose to push himself to the front yard.

"Hey, where are you going?" Chitose dissatisfied, "remember that I'm still seriously ill." ”

"Yes. "So they're not going much faster than a snail.

He went to find the City Lord of Wu.

At this time, the negotiation between Wu Ling and Wang Mingzhi was just over, and as soon as he opened the hall door, he saw Yan Saburo in a wheelchair and Asura standing behind the young man.

He was slightly stunned: "Yo, your injury?"

"No problem. Yan Saburo said succinctly, "Where are the captives brought back from Hebi? ”

"It's in the dungeon. City Lord Wu turned around, "Follow me." ”

All walked together.

Fortunately, the dungeon is not far away, and it is only thirty or fifty steps away.

A place like a dungeon is not as clean and tidy as it is at all times. Chitose and Tu Xing'er covered their noses: "It's so delicious." ”

The ventilation was too poor.

The Poseidon envoy's men, the captive who had been brought back from Hebi, were now chained in the corners, with heavy iron shackles hanging from their ankles. The hairpin was still tied to his temple to prevent the spirit from slipping out.

And his hands were handcuffed behind his back to prevent him from taking off the hairpin.

This person was injured in Hebi, and the city lord of Wu was not a kind master, so he threw him here directly and did not heal. The dungeon was dark, damp and unventilated, his wounds were festering and inflamed, and the wounds on his legs and stomachs that had been bitten by Nairo were even bleeding pus.

There was rotting poison on Nairo's teeth, and his face was covered with a layer of green energy, and he looked tired and wilted.

The Lord of Wu City locked him here, but it was only because the fifteen-day period of the Hongwu Treasure Seal had not yet arrived, and if this guy died, the picture scroll would never disappear.

The man looked at the visitors from the dungeon, and did not speak.

Yan Saburo was in a wheelchair, three feet away from him: "I have something to ask you." Answer well, someone will come to heal you. ”

The ghost spat at his feet. He is controlled by others, but his true strength is still there, and this spit flies far away.

Chitose, who was standing beside the boy, flicked his sleeve, and the foam was scraped back and pounced on his own calf.

"Toast and don't eat. She snorted, stepped forward and grabbed the hairpin, plunging deeper into the captive's temple.

"Ahh

Tu Xing'er was scared, and she looked as if her temples were throbbing. Wang Mingzhi hugged her into his arms: "Don't look at it. ”

Fortunately, this person didn't scream for long, and he softened: "Okay, okay, pull it out!"

Chitose pinched the wooden hairpin and gently pumped it out. She has practiced this technique skillfully, and she has mastered the heat very well, only one inch is missing, and this person's pain is greatly reduced.

"Y-What are you going to ask?" the ghost was a little frustrated. As powerful as the Seagod Envoy has fallen, he himself has fallen into the hands of Yan Shichu, and there is really no hope at all.

Yan Saburo didn't beat around the bush with him: "Where is the jade gourd?"

"What jade gourd?"

"The jade gourd you picked up from the stable in the backyard of the Blessed Inn. Chitose was impatient, "On the night of the Pantugou battle!"

The ghost was at a loss: "Where have we picked any jade gourd?"

Chitose raised his hand and went to twist the wooden hairpin again.

The ghost was really scared of her, and shouted when she saw this: "No, no, no, I swear in the name of the sacred tree!"

"The sacred tree has long since turned to ashes. "Chitose is funny," this vow can be broken at any time. ”

"No, no!" the ghost was so anxious that his brain smoked, "Lord Hai can track that Nailuo's field of vision, and he can easily find Tu Xing'er's whereabouts, so why take the risk to find you?"

City Lord Wu said lightly: "How do we know that you are telling the truth?"

"At this point, why am I still lying?" the ghost looked frustrated.

This is reasonable, and Chitose shrugged his shoulders at Tsubazaburo.

Tu Xing'er couldn't help but say, "Could it be that your other companions took it?"

"We didn't even enter the Blessed Inn!"

Wang Mingzhi couldn't help but ask Yan Sanlang: "With your technique, you can't track it?"

The young man shook his head: "No, it is obvious that someone has done something." ”

This is weird, except for the Seagod Envoy, who else will come to take Tu Xing'er's things?

He turned to Tu Xing'er: "I'm sorry, the clue seems to be broken." ”

Tu Xing'er waved her hand: "It's not a big deal, don't take it to heart." ”

She hid her frustration well, and then pulled Wang Ming to retire.

At that moment, the lord of Wu City summoned the cell boss and asked him to ask the doctor to treat the ghost's wounds.

Keep the talk.

The prison was too smelly, but Yan Saburo didn't plan to leave, but just took out two things from the storage ring and put Chitose in front of the ghost.

A square stone tablet and a piece of parchment are written in the language of the Tibetan ancestors.

"I want you to translate the text for me. "Since the prisoner was arraigned, Yan Saburo remembered this incident by the way. Except for ghosts, no one can decipher this kind of text, and even if they die.

Then let's find the indigenous solution.

The ghost looked at the two things, "What's in it for me?"

Yan Saburo looked at City Lord Wu and saw him nodding before he said, "One more meal a day." Before you die, you can eat better. ”

"Two meals a day, fish and meat. "The ghost bargains," Also, get me out of the dungeon. ”

Chitose pinched his knuckles and smiled smartly: "Do you think your head doesn't hurt enough?

The ghost swallowed, but still said, "You can torture me, I can't guarantee that every word will be translated correctly!"

This is a trouble, Yan Saburo raised his hand and said, "Okay." ”

Even though he was in a wheelchair, his chest injury was still painful, but he was casual on the surface: "Tell me first, where did these two things come from?"

The ghost's jaw snorted: "This stone tablet was obtained from Xuanguo An Laicheng, and it was personally invited back by Lord Hai, and I happened to go to other places to do things during that time, and I don't know the specific process." As for this piece of parchment—"

"—It was brought to us by Lord Dragon. ”