"As I expected, Penglai Cave Palace was synchronized with the time outside, and it was dawn outside."

After leaving Penglai Cave and returning to the cell, Tang Xiaotian began to think about how to get out of the cell.

Through several round trips in and out of the Penglai Cave last night, Tang Xiaotian determined something, where he entered the Penglai Cave and where he was when he came out.

You can still feel the location of your bloodstain and the situation within three meters of the bloodstain, as if your bloodstain has become a reconnaissance guard eye.

"Try it tonight to see if my blood can provide coordinates to teleport over just like the guard eyes in League of Legends. If I can really provide coordinates and teleport over, I will have to look good at the two yamen runners who hit me last night."

It is not a gentleman to not take revenge if he has grudges.

As soon as dawn was dawn, the housekeeper Liang of Fu's mansion was busy and ordered his servants to ask the doctor to invite him, and ordered him to buy a matter for marriage.

After working hard for most of the morning, he took six servants to Nan'an City Government Office.

In Nan'an Mansion, Liu was holding the famous post of Grand Secretary Fu Wanqing in his hand and asked in surprise: "Butler Liang! You are not mistaken, are you? How could I have the fiancé of your third lady Fu's mansion?"

Butler Liang bowed and said, "Go back to the prefect, it's the one we sent to him yesterday."

"What? That servant is your third lady's fiancé?" Liu asked with wide eyes.

He cursed in his heart: "Your mother is playing with me! Yesterday you escorted him over and said he seduced your third lady. Today you came over again and said he was your third lady's fiancé, where are you playing?"

"Don't blame me, magistrate. Mr. Mu is the fiancé of our third lady. Yesterday, Mr. Mu came to our mansion to marry our third lady in three days. But the servants did not know the third aunt and mistakenly regarded Mr. Mu as a servant in the mansion. This was a complete misunderstanding!"

Master Liu was so shocked that his eyes were about to pop out. You could easily say it was a misunderstanding, but the water and fire sticks on the hands of my yamen runners did not misunderstand!

I don’t know how Mu Xiaotian was injured or dead?

He said calmly: "Butler Liang is here to wait. I will ask my master to go to the prison to bring the person out. Come on, someone! Give him a tea to Butler Liang."

Turning around, he winked at the person dressed by a middle-aged scholar beside him, and ordered:

"Master Qian, go to the cell immediately and bring out the young scholar who was arrested yesterday."

Master Qian understood Yu Xin and bowed, "Sir, please rest assured, I will go to the cell to bring the person."

Master Qian bowed to Butler Liang and left in a hurry.

In the Nan'an Prefecture Prison, there were so rapid footsteps that sounded. There were many prisoners in the cell, but only a dozen prisoners were weakly shouting about wrongdoing. The other prisoners' eyes were dull and had already accepted their fate and waited for death.

"Hey! Someone is here, and I can just ask why I was imprisoned. If I was in danger of my life, it would not be too late to hide in the Penglai Cave Palace." Tang Xiaotian, whose life was guaranteed, was waiting quietly.

"Hurry up! How is Mr. Mu now?" The prefect asked anxiously at the several yamen runners beside him.

In order to flatter Mr. Fu, the prefect secretly ordered the yamen runners to beat the third aunt of the Fu family hard to thirty slap.

If this third aunt of the Fu family is killed or damaged, Grand Secretary Fu will definitely hold a grudge. He is held in grudge against the first-rank official in the court. The future of the prefect is worrying, and it is difficult to protect the black hat!

The yamen runner who led the way in front replied as he walked: "Go back to the master, turn around in front of you to imprison Mr. Mu."

"Yeah!" Master Qian responded absent-mindedly, thinking about how to deal with this matter well.

After turning a corner, the yamen runner in front stopped. Master Qian was still thinking about how to deal with it, but Master Qian, who didn't realize it, directly bumped into him.

"Ouch! Why did you stop suddenly?" Master Qian rubbed his nose that was hit red, his face full of displeasure.

"Master, Mr. Mu has already stood up." The yamen runner said, and hurriedly took out the key to unlock the lock.

"Haha! If you can still stand up, it's fine! If you're fine!"

Mr. Qian saw the young man in the cell standing in the cell and looking at his group. He couldn't help but sigh and laughed, as long as others are fine.

Looking at him wearing blood-stained prison clothes, he said to the yamen runner behind him:

"What are you doing when you are standing there? Hurry up and find a piece of clothing to change into Mr. Mu."

After a busy life, Tang Xiaotian pretended to be stupid and said nothing, put on a brand new white long gown, and followed them out of the dim and damp cell.

"Sir, Mr. Mu is here."

The man was still outside the door, Master Qian shouted excitedly.

When Master Liu and Butler Liang both stood up and looked at a handsome young man sixteen or seventeen years behind Master Qian.

Seeing that there was nothing wrong with others, Master Liu's mood suddenly became relaxed. He guessed in his heart that his yamen runners must have taken advantage of them again, and he did not work hard when he was hitting the board.

At this time, the prefect Liu turned a blind eye and did not care about the dirty tricks of his yamen runners. He said happily:

"Mr. Mu is indeed handsome. He offended many times before, so I hope he will forgive me!"

Tang Xiaotian subconsciously replied: "My surname is Tang, not Mu!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a residual consciousness of the original owner burst out from a corner of his head, like thunder roaring in his head:

"My name is Mu Xiaotian! My name is Mu Xiaotian! My name is Mu Xiaotian..."

"Ah!" Tang Xiaotian said in a splitting headache, "My name is Mu Xiaotian! No, my name is Tang Xiaotian. My name is Mu Xiaotian..."

As he spoke, he fell to the ground and fell into a coma in pain.

"Young Master Mu! Youth Master Mu!" Butler Liang shook Tang Xiaotian's body.

"Hurry up, carry Mr. Mu back to the house!" Butler Liang ordered the servants who came with him.

He bowed to the prefect Liu and said, "Sir, my master has invited the doctor to the mansion. I will take Mr. Mu back to the mansion to see the doctor."

"Okay, okay, okay!" Liu Taifu was panicked and responded quickly.

Master Qian was shocked by Mr. Mu's strange phenomenon, and felt a chill on his back in broad daylight.

"Big...Sir, the situation is a bit bad!"

Master Liu was still thinking about what had just happened, and immediately asked, "Master, why isn't it good?"

Master Qian swallowed and said, "Do you still remember Tang Xiaotian seven days ago?"

"Tang Xiaotian seven days ago?"

Master Liu thought for a moment, and asked with a pale face in an instant, "You are talking about the flower-picking thief Tang Xiaotian!"

Master Qian nodded and said, "That's right, the cell that detained him seven days ago was the same cell that was detained by Mr. Mu. Moreover, the students felt that Mr. Mu's situation just now was very likely to be possessed by an unjust soul!"

"ah!"

Master Liu remembered what had just happened, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt more and more frightened.

This flower-picking thief Tang Xiaotian didn't know which school he came from. He had excellent martial arts and his light skills reached the pinnacle, without a trace.

For more than 20 years, I don’t know how many good women have harmed me. The court has been arresting him, but I just can’t hold him.

One night ten days ago, a captain under his command came back from drinking flower wine and found a man seriously injured and unconscious in an alley. After careful examination, he found that he was a wanted criminal in the court, the flower-picking thief Tang Xiaotian.

He was greedy for a moment, so he concealed the arrest of him and locked him in the innermost cell of the prison. He ordered the captain to torture him and forced him to hand over his martial arts secrets.

After being tortured for three days and three nights, he did not spit out a word before his death. Instead, he scolded himself as a dog official. In anger, he directly ordered the yamen runners to kill him and transported his body to a mass grave outside the city.

Calculate the day, today is exactly the first seventh day.

The more he thought about it, the more scared the more he was, the more he was, the more he was panicked, and said, "Master Qian, go and buy some incense, candles and paper money for him to burn it so that he can rest in peace!"

"Sir, the student will do it immediately." Mr. Qian bowed and replied, running out in a hurry.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!