Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 509 A Glimpse of the Prison

However, this risk must be taken simply to find the Virgin Mary.

There might even be some influence behind all of this, perhaps even the influence of a saint.

After leaving Dongting Lake, she traveled eastward by boat like an ordinary person, avoiding the Yangtze River and taking small waterways. Sometimes she would switch to a horse-drawn carriage, and sometimes she would traverse mountains and valleys, proceeding cautiously and carefully.

We traveled through Changsha, Xinyu, Fuzhou, and Shangrao, making a large arc as we continued our journey.

The destination is very clear.

Wu County.

She said she "saw" the Virgin Mary.

Xu Xuan had no idea how much of his hometown had been discovered by a certain persistent fellow. His little cart had traveled day and night and had already reached Dongyang County.

By entrusting a third party to pay sufficient money, they obtained an opportunity to visit the person.

crunch~~
The dungeon doors of Dongyang County were opened again, and the jailer bowed and scraped as he let a certain devil inside.

"Sir, the prison is full of..."

Recently, the prefect arrested a group of bandits and imprisoned them here. Their language is rather crude and could easily offend visiting dignitaries.

Xu Xuan smiled and said it was alright.

"We scholars, with the world in our hearts, are but dust in the dust."

The BMX bikes glided through the prison, and sure enough, some prisoners were trying to do something for fun, since they were all going to die anyway.

Then I was stared at by a pair of calm eyes for a second.

He lost consciousness.

The others immediately lowered their heads and remained silent, as if they were some unapproachable being passing by.

This isn't some kind of spiritual magic; it's just that someone's mental will is particularly active at this moment, which can intimidate some ordinary people who are feeling guilty.

Prisons are places where humanity is weak, the life force is dim, and there is a lot of negative energy.

It's normal for prisoners to occasionally say they've seen ghosts or something like that.

In the flickering firelight, the black shadows stretched longer and longer, gradually covering this small space.

The prisoners instinctively crouched down on either side, keeping silent, until the figure disappeared into the next level before letting out a long sigh of relief, almost suffocating themselves.

Upon reaching the deepest part of the prison, Xu Xuan saw an old man writing on the wall.

The characters are beautiful in form, but they lack any spirit; they are just numb strokes.

In my spiritual perception, this person's luck is almost entirely white, indicating that they only have a little support in the human world, and it is not easy for them to have survived until now.

He tossed a silver ingot behind him, and the jailer wisely left.

He straightened his clothes, cleared his throat, and politely knocked on the pillar.

"Instructor Chongqi, Xu Hanwen from Qiantang, greets the old gentleman."

His back remained motionless as he continued writing leisurely, his demeanor perfectly controlled.

Congratulations, sir.

"I have come here to congratulate Mr. Wolong."

The familiar Three Kingdoms flavor immediately came through.

Even the old man with his back to the prison door couldn't help but ask, "What's the joy?"

Then his body trembled, as if he regretted his reply.

Xu Xuan sneered, "Serves you right for pretending!"

No wonder strategists like to start with this strategy; it's really effective.

Once I picked up the conversation, I instantly took over the spotlight, and then it was up to me to decide what to do.

Zhuge Liang truly regretted replying, as he had lost the initiative.

Knowing that there would be visitors today, he skillfully picked up pebbles from the ground and began to write and draw with his back to the cell door.

Last time, he was careless when facing three young scholars and suffered a minor loss, his momentum was broken and he was taken advantage of.

Today, I will do whatever it takes to restore the name of Zhuge Liang and teach those who come here a lesson.

He just didn't expect such a retro and boring opening, which really hurt his back.

Moreover, Chongqi
Suddenly remembering the three little devils who came a few days ago, I felt a sense of bad luck. Since that's the case, I'll just listen to what the newcomer has to say and not turn around.

Xu Xuan didn't mind the other party's rudeness, because he wouldn't be very polite in the future either.

"Lord Zhu Fan, the Prefect of Dongyang, has been evaluated as outstanding in the prefectural examination and will soon be transferred to serve as the Prefect of Linhai."

"I have heard that Prefect Zhu has a grudge against you. Before the Yangzhou government has even issued any official documents, they have imprisoned you on the grounds of being implicated."

"With this person gone, Mr. Wolong can be released from prison, which can be described as a trapped dragon ascending to heaven."

Zhuge Wolong's back trembled again, and his waist and back slumped a little.

You call this good news?
His deeply lined old face showed nothing but shock and helplessness.

Without Xiaoxiang's protection, the next governor of Dongyang County would not provide such good prison conditions, and he might even lose his life.

He was immediately disheartened, and his momentum was halved.

Xu Xuan continued his relentless pursuit, relentlessly tormenting the old man.

"Master Wolong is very knowledgeable and insightful. He has guided my three students through their difficulties. I will always remember this kindness."

"Upon receiving this news, I naturally rushed here to inform you. Once you are released from prison, I, Xu, will host a welcome dinner for you."

Well, here it's pure Yin and Yang, and the old man was filled with grief and indignation but had nothing to say.

His momentum waned further, and he no longer had the intention of turning his back on the person who came.

He turned around to say something, but the moment he saw Xu Xuan, he froze.

What a handsome and refined scholar!

He was handsome, with a bright and clear appearance and sparkling eyes.

Wearing a scholar's cap and a light-colored Confucian robe, with a carved jade belt, his attire was dignified and gentle.

Even in his youth, he couldn't match the other's looks. If he were to become an official, he could gain a lead over others by decades just by looking at his face and physique.

Unfortunately, his leg ailment shattered this perfect image and cost him the opportunity to enter officialdom.

Of course, the reason Zhuge Liang got stuck was not because he saw a handsome guy, nor because of a leg ailment.

Instead, the other person was holding a goose feather fan in their hand even when the early spring air was still quite chilly.

No. A small wheeled vehicle with a feather fan? What are you trying to do?! What do you mean?
Do you even know my name? You...you...
Seeing Zhuge Wolong's confused, bewildered, and shocked expression, Xu Xuan straightened his face, held the fan in front, and performed a salute with his empty hand behind.

"The above was just a joke, please forgive me."

"Sir, you know that you are nearing the end of your life. I have been summoned here specifically to save your life."

Where did this eloquent speaker come from!

Zhuge Wolong was initially so shocked that he could hardly stand, then he stared intently at the person in front of him.

As expected, the visitors were up to no good. What insidious methods, what ingenious schemes, and what sharp words!

Even knowing the other party harbored ill intentions, one's composure had already been shattered, leaving only the option of reacting to each move as it came.

No wonder he's the master of those three little devils.

First impression – enigmatic and cunning.

"I hope Mr. Xu can enlighten me on why I am nearing the end of my life."

Xu Xuan picked up the goose feather fan and waved it twice in front of the other person's distressed eyes, about to speak and use strong reasoning to knock the other person unconscious.

Who knew that a butterfly would fly in from somewhere unknown.

He casually took it, glanced at it, and sighed deeply.

Something still happened.

"Please forgive me, Mr. Wolong, I have other matters to attend to today and we can talk another day."

After saying that, he put away his feather fan, picked up his little bicycle, and strode away with his long legs.

Zhuge Wolong: ?
Hiss... What a vicious tactic.

First, they used words to shake my heart, then they started with eloquent arguments, and then they turned away to manipulate my emotions.

Even if Deng Xizi were reincarnated, he wouldn't be any better.

Xu Hanwen of Qiantang is terrifying!
(End of this chapter)