A thousand enlightenments in one night, starting from being a menial apprentice.

Chapter 393: Strategy (II)

Duan Rong stood in the shadow outside Tang Wanhong's cell, looking coldly at the headless bloody corpse lying on a bench not far away.

A tattered felt hat covered in blood was actually thrown near his feet.

Duan Rong just glanced at the tattered felt hat, then turned around quickly and stood at the door of Tang Wanhong's cell. He held a piece of iron wire and a long needle and inserted them into the keyhole of the copper lock.

With the penetrating exploration of his spiritual sense, he could "see" clearly the spring buckle inside the copper lock.

After about a breath, the copper lock was opened.

The technique is still a bit clumsy.

Duan Rong took off the iron chain wrapped around the prison door and placed it carefully at his feet. Then he suddenly moved his body and jumped out like a wild cat, landing almost silently outside Shen Yanliu's cell door.

The prisoners in the nearby cells were all in a coma because of the strong drugs that he had scattered into the air with his true energy. Shen Yanliu in this cell was no exception and also fainted on a pile of hay in the corner of the cell.

Duan Rong followed the same method and opened the door of this cell.

The moment he lowered the door lock and chain and pushed open the prison door, Duan Rong flashed and disappeared from that place again.

He rushed back to Tang Wanhong's cell again, held Tang Wanhong under his armpits, and suddenly jumped into Shen Yanliu's cell.

Outside Shen Yanliu's cell, there was a dim lantern hanging, and the dim light slanted into the cell.

In the shadows beside the lights, Duan Rong placed Shen Yanliu and Tang Wanhong side by side, both of them were drugged.

At this time, the two men were lying there, covered in blood, like two tragically dead corpses.

What's even weirder is that their faces are almost identical.

Duan Rong's eyes narrowed, and his consciousness instantly focused on Shen Yanliu's face. He saw a mole the size of a green bean on Shen Yanliu's right cheek.

Duan Rong suddenly drew his sword, and the Minghong Sword flashed past, and the mole on Shen Yanliu's face was cut off by him.

Duan Rong carefully removed the cut mole from the edge of the blade and wiped off the blood stain. Then he held the mole in his hand and squatted beside Tang Wanhong.

When Duan Rong made that face skin, he left a small hole on the right side of his cheek just for this mole.

He smeared transparent peach gum on the bottom of the mole, carefully pressed it into the small hole in the skin, and then used a scraper to repair the surrounding areas of the mole.

After using his spiritual sense to investigate, he saw that the skin around the mole had been repaired and smoothed out. Duan Rong finally slowly exhaled a breath of foul air.

He looked at this already completed "work" and nodded slightly. He was still very satisfied.

After devouring the spirit of the painting "Autumn Clearing" last time, he had a deeper understanding of the visual presentation of the work, and these delicate insights were also reflected in "that face".

At this moment, Duan Rong's brows suddenly frowned, and after using his spiritual sense to investigate, he "saw" a team of patrolling jailers yawning and walking out of a bunker not far away and heading this way.

After digging a tunnel under the dungeon for seven or eight days, Duan Rong often used his spiritual sense to explore the situation in the dungeon above. He was already very familiar with the patrol methods in the dungeon.

The heavily armored soldiers and the jailers in the bunker would take turns patrolling.

The heavy armored soldiers patrol on a regular basis, four times every hour, in a routine manner.

The patrols of those jailers were more casual. Between two groups of heavily armored soldiers, there would definitely be a team of jailers patrolling, but there was no fixed time.

Sometimes, just as a team of heavily armored soldiers patrolled past, the team of jailers came out of the bunker.

Sometimes, when another team of heavily armored soldiers was about to start, the jailers would hurriedly walk out of the bunker to make another round of patrol.

It was obviously a little early for this group of prison guards to come out on patrol.

The leader of this team of jailers wore a sword and held a lantern, while the others held red-tasseled spears. The silver tips of the spears flashed a cold light under the dim light.

They all had their eyes half-closed and walked unsteadily.

Duan Rong stood in Shen Yanliu's cell and glanced at Xiong Yi's headless bloody corpse on the bench outside.

He suddenly jumped out, and before the team of prison guards turned around, he jumped back into Tang Wanhong's cell.

Duan Rong stood at a corner of the wooden fence. He flipped his hand, and with the inner energy surging in his palm, he slapped a ball of strong sleeping pills towards the other end of the alley. After one palm strike, Duan Rong slapped again and again. He slapped five palm strikes in a row before he stopped, because he found through his spiritual sense that the team of patrolling jailers had already turned into the alley.

They were already half-closed-eyed and dazed, and after walking a few steps, they felt even more dizzy. Soon, their eyes went dark and they fell unconscious.

The moment they fell to the ground, Duan Rong's figure jumped over like a ghost and directly hugged the six spears in his arms.

Lest the spear fall to the ground and make a crisp sound. It is so quiet here at the moment, and a sudden series of crisp sounds will alarm the Qi realm expert who is playing mahjong at the entrance of the bunker.

Of course, if Duan Rong wanted to kill him, it would only take a single encounter. However, once he made his move, his plan would fail.

Duan Rong placed six spears on the sides of each person in turn, and then quietly retreated.

He returned to Shen Yanliu's cell and looked at the two strange "Shen Yanliu" lying on the ground. Except for the mole on the right cheek, there was almost no difference between them.

Duan Rong suddenly used his spiritual sense to penetrate Shen Yanliu's body bones and looked at the many dislocated bones around his body. It was obvious that they were broken by Chen Xun's bone-breaking hand.

He scanned with his spiritual sense, carefully observing the technique, direction and force of the bone dislocation. He had also mastered this kind of martial arts in Changliu Mountain.

He has achieved great perfection in more than ten grappling techniques, including the Eighteen Bone-Breaking Hands, the Dragon Claw Hand, the Tendon-Splitting and Bone-Crumbling Hand.

Inside Changliu Mountain, Duan Rong swallowed countless Qi realm martial arts in the cave in Taipu Hall where discarded weapons were stored. The number of these was as numerous as the sands in the river.

The first martial art he learned to achieve great perfection in the Qi realm was the Withered and Flourishing Prajna Sword.

After achieving this, he completed the second level, the Whisk-Splitting Mountain Knife, to the state of great perfection, which took him about five days.

I only learned the third sword technique for two days.

He completed all the fourth to eighth sword techniques to the state of great perfection within one day.

And after that, he found that all the sword-related martial arts, as long as he had absorbed them, could be used to the state of great perfection.

He was proficient in sword skills and other types of martial arts just by thinking about it.

For example, the three archery techniques that reached the great perfection in the Qi realm: Ashes, Phantom Yin and Starfall, he had actually never practiced them before, but as soon as he thought about it, he directly reached the great perfection realm!

Duan Rong suddenly leaned forward, his hands moved as fast as lightning, and the sound of breaking bones rang out all over Tang Wanhong's body. He used the same method to break and dislocate bones as Shen Yanliu and broke many joints around Tang Wanhong's body.

Tang Wanhong lay there, motionless like a dead body.

It is obviously impossible to achieve this effect by relying solely on that kind of drug. Duan Rong gave Tang Wanhong a pill in his cell.

This pill will not only work now, but will also work at the time of execution tomorrow.

Duan Rong did all this and dragged Tang Wanhong onto the haystack. He stood in the darkness, his mind racing with thoughts as fast as lightning. He went over all the details again, and only after confirming that everything was correct did he wipe the sweat from his forehead.

He picked up Shen Yanliu from the ground, jumped out of the cell, put him on the ground, then turned around, closed the cell door, tied the iron chain, and locked it with a copper lock.

Afterwards, Duan Rong kidnapped Shen Yanliu and rushed back to Tang Wanhong's cell.

Duan Rong placed Shen Yanliu at the entrance of the tunnel, then turned around and left the cell, closed the door, tied it with an iron chain, and locked it with a copper lock.

During this whole process, Duan Rong's consciousness was always in an outward state, paying attention to the movements around him. When he locked the copper lock, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. The plan went smoothly without any setbacks.

At this time, another wave of heavily armored soldiers patrolling had not yet begun. It was quiet at this moment. Duan Rong suddenly felt a crackling sound in his joints, and then his shoulders shrank, and he crawled into the cell through the gap in the wooden fence.

Not far away, under the dim light, the broken neck of Xiong Yi's headless body was still bleeding...

Blood dripped from both sides of the bench, splashing on the ground.

It was like a horrific scene in a dark hell.

At the entrance of the alley at the other end, a team of jailers were lying unconscious on the ground. A lantern fell to the ground, illuminating the pale face of the leader.

The prisoners in the nearby cells were all unconscious.

Duan Rong used his true Qi to spray a strong drug into the air, creating an indiscriminate intoxication in the area.

At this time, Tang Wanhong's cell was empty, not even a single person was seen.

In the dark cell, next to the haystack, there was a strange hole.

Duan Rong had already gone down the cave with the unconscious Shen Yanliu...

There was a residential area not far from the city dungeon, and a yard with sparse weeds growing on it.

In the silence, there was a sudden rustling sound in the main room, and then the old wooden door of the main room suddenly opened, and a black shadow jumped out as fast as a ghost.

It was Duan Rong who was carrying Shen Yanliu on his back.

Duan Rong jumped out of the courtyard with a few leaps.

With his spiritual consciousness opening the way, he instantly displayed his body skills and flashed away in the darkness.

Duan Rong walked through the streets and alleys, avoiding the city police who were patrolling on the road.

At this time, the crescent moon in the sky had already set, and the morning star seemed even brighter, like a twinkling human eye.

When Duan Rong set out from Liu Shushan's villa, it was already the hour of Yin.

This was the darkest time before dawn, and it was also the time when the city police, who had been patrolling all night, were most tired and lazy.

Duan Rong did not take Shen Yanliu back to Liu Shushan's courtyard, but went directly to the foot of the city wall a few feet away from the East City Gate. There was a beggar, covered with straw, sleeping soundly, and his faint snoring sounded in the quiet night.

The city wall in front of him was about three meters high, much taller and thicker than the city wall of Xiangu County. However, for Duan Rong, a city wall, whether it was higher or lower, was of little use.

With the lightness skill of the Qi realm reaching the great perfection, he can walk on the shaking iron chain covered with a layer of ice and cross the cliff in the snow. So what is the city wall?

When Duan Rong jumped over the city wall, he saw that the surrounding area outside the city was as dark as ink. He selected a direction and flashed away.

In the dark night, a horse-drawn carriage was parked in a field beside the official road. The horses were grazing on the weeds by the roadside. Ximen Kankan was sitting in the carriage, dozing off constantly.

At this moment, the trees beside me rustled and a black shadow jumped out, as fast as a ghost.

"Who?!"

Ximen Kankan immediately glared at him, and all the muscles in his body tensed up instantly.

"I!"

Duan Rong let out a breath and answered lightly.

Ximen Kankan was delighted and immediately moved to Duan Rong's side. In the darkness, he saw that Duan Rong was carrying someone on his back.

"Rescued?"

"Ah."

Ximen Kankan then took Shen Yanliu from Duan Rong's shoulder and carried her into the car.

Duan Rong looked at Ximen Kankan and said, "Let's go."

Ximen Kankan immediately pulled the carriage onto the official road and whipped the horse hard on its butt.

Duan Rong was in the carriage, which was shaking violently. He lay down beside Shen Yanliu, feeling exhausted. In the dungeon, his nerves had been in a state of high concentration and tension. Once he relaxed, he felt exhausted...

In the city dungeon, about a quarter of an hour later, another team of heavily armored soldiers began patrolling from that end, holding lanterns.

They turned into this alley from the other end.

As they walked, the leader saw Xiong Yi's severed body on a bench not far away, under the dim light.

"alert!"

"There is a situation!"

As he shouted, a team of heavily armored soldiers, holding shields, immediately formed a long and narrow oval with all their shields facing outwards.

Only then did they form a formation and move forward.

Just as they reached Xiong Yi's side, a man in plain clothes flashed in from the other end of the alley. It was the powerful Qi realm master who had been playing mahjong at the entrance of the bunker.

As soon as the man jumped into the alley, he saw the team of patrolling prison guards lying there.

His eyebrows jumped and he immediately picked up the lantern on the ground and quickly flashed to Shen Yanliu's cell. He saw that the cell door was locked and the prisoner was lying on the haystack in the dark cell.

He then felt a little relieved and took a look at the headless bloody corpse of Xiong Yi on the bench next to him.

Xiong Yi's head was actually blown into mud, and during this process, he did not hear any noise of fighting.

The headless bloody corpse was still lying on the long bench, which was the posture Xiong Yi usually slept in.

In other words, Xiong Yi had no time to react before his head was smashed.

A chill suddenly rose on his back. Xiong Yi was a powerful man in the Qi realm!

He turned his head and looked at the team of heavily armored soldiers, and said, "Quick, tell the Palace Master that someone has broken into the prison, and Xiong Yi is dead!"

"Yes!" The leader immediately clasped his fists and left.

Along with this person, many jailers also poured into this alley from the bunker, but these guys all had tired faces and sleepy eyes.

The man in plain clothes looked at them and shouted, "Someone has broken into the prison! Check all the prisons to see if there is anything unusual!"

While he was giving orders to everyone, his attention was always scanning the surroundings, with his hand on the weapon at his waist. He suspected that the man who killed Xiong Yi had not retreated.

In Ruyang Prefecture, outside the east city gate, on the official road more than ten miles away, in the dim light of dawn, a horse-drawn carriage was galloping away. Duan Rong had already instructed Ximen Kankan to drive the carriage to a dilapidated temple twenty miles west of Tongbai County.

In his early years, Duan Rong worked in Yuanshun Escort Agency and traveled the escort route to Ruyang Prefecture many times. He was already very familiar with the various stopovers along the way. Moreover, another intersecting official road not far from the western suburbs of Tongbai County was the only way for Shen Mizhi and others to return to Ruyang Prefecture.

(End of this chapter)