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Chapter 243 Wu'an City 17: A Little Brain

He Feng was wondering when Shen Zishu, who was standing nearby, noticed something was wrong. He put his arms around He Feng's waist and took a big step back, just avoiding the dagger that was stabbing at him.

One, two, more daggers flew in from all directions, hovering in front of Xu Ge in a protective posture.

Once this phenomenon occurs, the overall situation becomes even more bizarre.

He Feng suddenly remembered that Unit 5 said there were several BOSSES, so could Xu Ge in front of him be considered one of them?

The dagger hovering in the air suddenly moved, as if trying to force back the two intruders, He Feng and Shen Zishu. It only moved closer but did not hurt anyone.

He Feng raised his eyebrows, stopped retreating and stopped directly. Shen Zishu also stopped when he saw this. He had mastered the skills in his hands, and he wanted to make sure that as long as those daggers could not stop, He Feng would not be injured.

But the situation was just as He Feng had expected. The dagger that was stabbing at him suddenly braked after he stopped, shook in the air, and fell to the ground.

The rest of the daggers also paused, and finally turned into phantoms and disappeared.

"Why stop?" Xu Ge, who was tied to the wooden frame, suddenly spoke, changing his appearance from a corpse just now, his chest rising and falling again: "Why stop?"

"Because you won't hurt anyone." He Feng said bluntly: "Hello, Prime Minister, I am He Feng, do you know where the general is?"

Xu Ge paused, then slowly raised his head, revealing his pair of pure black eyes: "A Sheng? Is he dead too?"

"Huh?" He Feng was puzzled: "You don't know?"

After asking this question, before Xu Ge could speak, He Feng said, "Yes, you were the first one to die. Not only you, but also the general and the prince."

Xu Ge didn't react at all.

He had been trapped in this place for five and a half years, and the two people in front of him were the first living people he had seen in these five and a half years.

So A Sheng died, and Le Shi also died.

He ruined everyone in the end.

The rope that bound Xu Ge broke, and Xu Ge staggered and fell to his knees on the ground. His prison uniform was quickly stained red with blood, and the flesh and blood melted away bit by bit, revealing part of his skeleton.

Xu Ge looked up.

The young prime minister's eyes were filled with blood, and the flesh on the right half of his cheek had been cut off, revealing his gums and part of his cheekbone.

He stood up slowly, and the blood pulled the dagger back into his hand.

"Sorry." Xu Ge apologized indifferently: "I made you laugh."

He Feng was no stranger to his series of changes, and without Hu Yanwangi reminding him, he said, "A fierce ghost."

Xu Ge actually felt that there was some truth in what he said. He nodded, stroking his hands and looking at the golden palace: "Evil ghost? It is indeed appropriate."

At this point, it seemed that there were some problems with the entire framework of Wu'an City.

The illusion was fine, He Feng could distinguish it, and it was easy to break, but there was something wrong with the imperial city outside the illusion, and it was confusing no matter how he looked at it.

It seemed as if someone had forcibly pieced together that illusion and hidden it outside the imperial city.

The Imperial City is the main body of the entire copy, but the Imperial City looks so dilapidated, as if something has happened again.

"So something must have happened here four and a half years ago." He Feng pointed at the entire imperial city: "What do you know?"

Xu Ge frowned slightly: "I have been trapped here for five and a half years. I am afraid I don't know what happened in the past four and a half years."

He Feng was stunned: "Five and a half years? You died five and a half years ago?"

Xu Ge nodded.

If Xu Ge really died five and a half years ago, then Qin Sheng could not have died four and a half years ago.

According to what Wu Tong said, the time of death of the two people should not be too different.

There must be something fishy going on here. There must be something wrong with one of the two people.

Now there is only one way to prove who has the problem.

That is to find Xiao Jingzhen.

He Feng asked, "How do I get to the Prince's Mansion?"

Xu Ge paused for a moment before realizing that He Feng was talking about the Marquis' Mansion. He said, "Go across two streets from here and you will arrive when you see two stone lions."

He Feng responded and took Shen Zishu away.

There was no need to even ask Xu Ge whether he could go with them. It was so funny. If he could, Xu Ge would have gone straight to the palace and there would be no need for him to stay here.

He Feng and Shen Zishu moved very quickly. They crossed two streets in the direction Xu Ge pointed. They didn't see the stone lions, but they did see two dilapidated stone pillars.

But judging from the size, it should be the original stone lion.

The plaque on the gate of the Marquis' Mansion was nowhere to be found. The gate was open and people could walk in directly. He Feng and Shen Zishu looked at each other and stepped into the Mansion first.

He had only taken two steps when he smelled a strong smell of blood. He Feng immediately took out Dawn, separated the long blade sword and handed it to Shen Zishu.

The two men walked side by side, passed through the front hall and went to the backyard, where they saw a corpse hung up without skin.

There was a man in black standing in front of the corpse. He had a green-faced, fang-shaped mask on his face and a dagger in his hand. It was obvious that the man in front of him was the one he had skinned.

The man in black watched as He Feng and Shen Zishu did not move. The person hanging in front of him gradually recovered and his skin slowly grew back. The whole process was very painful. He could not help but groan in pain, and then the man in black stabbed him directly in the throat.

"Who is this?" He Feng wondered. He looked at the man in black and saw that he had no intention of attacking him. "Eh, that's a bit disgusting."

Maybe because he was skinned too many times, the feet of the hung man were covered in blood. The blood flowed along the grooves on the ground and finally gathered together.

The man in black seems to be collecting blood.

No one spoke for a while. He Feng retracted his knife and let down his guard. He was thinking about taking a look to see if there were any fools in the live broadcast room, but then he remembered that this group of people had been muted by him.

It's okay, he can undo it.

The audience who regained their voice felt their scalps tingling.

A person being skinned alive! So disgusting! Really!

[? Could the person being hung up and skinned be the prince? That Xiao Jingzhen? Could it be?]

[Ah? Come on, this is a bit cruel, my God, I can’t bear to watch it.]

[Everyone, don’t worry. The fact that Brother He didn’t move shows that this matter is not simple!]

He Feng chuckled and praised the audience member who said that the matter was not simple: "Are you still a little shrewd? You know, when the main body of the copy changed from Wu'an City in the illusion to the current imperial city, the whole thing is not that simple. Wu'an City exists to protect this imperial city. Did you hear what the prime minister said just now?"

[I heard it! Did you mean that five and a half years?]

[Yes, yes, yes! The general died four and a half years ago! Because the general said he had been searching for the truth for four and a half years! But the prime minister said five and a half years! There is a time difference!]

"Who are you talking about?"