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With the heavy wooden door closed, followed by the sound of closing the iron door, then there is the lock.
Gu Qianxue began to inspect the room.
Because it was in ancient times, there is no need to worry about cameras and monitors, and even without glass and mirrors, secret surveillance is eliminated.
After the tour, Gu Qianxue was hesitant to blow the whistle, and remembered the sound of the iron gate again.
It's a dumb slave.
The dumb slave's thin body carried a huge wooden barrel filled with warm water and a cloth bag in his hand.
Qianxue surprised, let her take a bath?
Put the barrel down, the dumb man opened the cloth bag, gestured with his hands, and let it wipe his body.
Qian Xue knew, it turned out to be Yan Yanrong cream.
Yes, since it's all exposed, let's unload it early. This thing is really overbearing. As time goes by, it will corrode the skin. Early unloading is still beneficial.
"Mute slave, help me to guard at the door, okay, though... uh... you know... if there is an accident, it's too embarrassing." Gu Qianxue was afraid that the second prince might come running.
The dumb nodded cleverly and walked to the door.
Gu Qianxue also hurriedly dipped the liquid with a towel and started to unload Yanrong cream.
Fortunately, it's really shocking.
It hurts, it's almost like peeling.
"His...it hurts... oops." Qianxue couldn't help screaming.
The dumb man at the door looked over curiously, gestured to himself and Gu Qianxue, his clear eyes filled with doubt.
Qianxue chuckled, "I don't need your help for the time being, I'm afraid I'll ask you to help after a while."
Can't help but feel good about the dumb slave.
Apparently he is the accomplice of the second prince, why do you feel good about her?Think about it, perhaps because of the clear eyes of the dumb slave.
Gu Qianxue thought that removing Yanrong Rong Ointment is just like modern makeup remover. How could it hurt so much?It was easy to remove the left hand. The entire arm was not white, but red, as if it had been peeled.
Qian Xue was about to cry without tears, and he scolded Lu Weilou a thousand times in his heart-knowing that the killer had no good intentions, and it was really harming people.
But no matter how painful or difficult it is, you must continue to unload it.
When Gu Qianxue unloaded everything except the back, it was an hour later.
The whole person looks like a freshly cooked brine prawn, glowing red.
"Mute..." I just wanted to call the dumb slave, but I felt that the name was really unpleasant. Some people did not respect the meaning of people, and immediately changed the word, "Yaya, can you come and help me get my back?"
The dumb froze for a moment, and did not respond that "Ya Ya" was calling himself.
Then he woke up and danced with joy.
Although the strength of the dumb slave is great, but it is extremely light, it is even more comfortable for Gu Qianxue to remove the Yanrong cream on the back than when she unloaded it herself.
No matter how comfortable, it still hurts.
After completely removed, Gu Qianxue just wanted to lie down in pain.
The water in the bath tub was turbid. The dumb hugs the big bath tub and left easily. After leaving, he carefully locked the iron lock.
In fact, even if the dumb slave is not locked, Gu Qianxue has no power to escape.
Half an hour later, the iron lock rang, and the dumb man returned with the tub.
Gu Qianxue stood up in doubt, "Ya, are you letting me take a shower?" Pointing to the tub.
Dumb likes his new name very much, nodded quickly, put the bath tub down.
Qianxue mourned her face with tears. "Can I not wash it? I have a terrible pain all over."
The mute shook her head, her eyes full of worry and prayer, she pointed to the water, and then took out the fine white powder from a paper bag.
Gu Qianxue, dressed in a bed sheet, got out of bed and leaned over to see, "Is it salt?"
The dumb nodded.
Gu Qianxue sighed, "I didn't expect to encounter a good girl like you in this thief's den. Are you worried about my skin being torn and infected, let me bathe and disinfect with salt water?"
The dumb nodded desperately.
Gu Qianxue was warm in his heart, "Thank you, I will not disappoint you." He said, throwing the sheets, naked like a cooked shrimp into the water.
"Oh... it hurts me... really salt on the wound!"
Gu Qianxue died of pain in the water.
The dumb slave was also anxious, constantly making various gestures. Although Qianxue did not understand it, he guessed that what he wanted to say was "Keep on insisting, it will be fine in a while".
For a moment of incense sticks, Gu Qianxue finally picked up the last half of his life and crawled out of the salt water, jumped onto the bed and fell asleep.
Waking up again is painful.
This kind of pain is not a pain on the surface of the skin, but a pain deep into the bone marrow.
Gu Qianxue knew that it was the meditation poison.
The room is still bright, because there is no sunlight on the ground and the light is all on, so there is no day and night.
There was no one in the room. Qian Xue shrank into the quilt. The whistle hung on the neck like a necklace. She picked it up and blew it.
After waiting for a while, I got no response.
The pain struck and cold sweat pervaded the whole body.
At this time her skin was still glowing from a distance, but close to it, she could see small wounds on the fair skin.
There was salt in the cold sweat, and the wound was contaminated with salt and it hurt again.
Gu Qianxueqiang propped up and blew the whistle fiercely again.
Still, no response.
"Sorry..." Gu Qianxue lay on the bed tiredly, panting, and her heart was cold-at this time she didn't know how many meters underground, and because the Hall of Fire was a stone structure, the signal was not easy to come out.
"What should I do?" More terrible than pain is distressed.
It hurt like this for a long time, and the pain was tired and coma. After the coma, the pain woke up until someone gently picked her up, stuffed her mouth with antidote, and then fed water again.
Opening his eyes reluctantly, when he saw the dumb slave, he closed his eyes again and drank with confidence.
The gratitude to the dumb in my heart was added.
At the same time, another location.
An extremely concealed house in Dongsheng City. All the guards are people with white skin, high nose and big eyes. This is the branch of Xueyuelou in Dongsheng City.
Wherever there are people, there will be disputes; where there are disputes, there will be vendettas; where there are vendettas, there will be Blood Moon Towers.
"Lord, no signal has been received. Our people used dark whistle in all corners of the temple, but they still did not respond." The voice of utter sorrow was rapid. Although the master didn't show anything, the depressive atmosphere of the entire branch has explained The master is in a bad mood.
Lu Weilou didn't speak, but squeezed the pure black purse in his hand.
The purse uses a good brocade material, long shape, no flowers and other patterns, and only uses a few lines to outline, elegant but with a kind of masculinity.
Inside the purse is a piece of paper with poetry on it, specifically a curse poem.
Seeing that the Lord did not speak, he waited for a while, and then carefully added a sentence, "Lord, his subordinates think that... the cultists are afraid to transfer the master of Qianxue County, right?"
Finally, Lu Weilou spoke, "Extend the search to the whole city... No, expand the entire Chu Yan Kingdom. The subpoena continues, except for the tasks that are being exercised, the Blood Moon Tower suspends all tasks in hand and hurries to Chu quickly. Yan Guo."