The Orthodox Academy's carriage left the main alley of the Northern Military Department as quickly as it could.
The crowd gathered outside the alley had no idea what had happened. Even Mao Qiuyu and Prince Chen Liu did not know what had happened in the small courtyard.
The five hundred Orthodoxy cavalry dispersed, leaving behind only plumes of dust.
Chen Changsheng and the others were in such a hurry not because Zhexiu's injuries were so severe that he could no longer endure, but because that small courtyard had left a terrifying shadow in their hearts.
Zhexiu lay on the stretcher, dressed in a clean set of cloth clothes. His face was pale from not seeing the sun for a long time and he was rather thin, but there were no wounds. His condition seemed pretty good.
As the carriage traveled at high speeds, the wind on the street lifted up a corner of the curtain. Tang Thirty-Six saw a corner of Zhou Prison's cornice, and his face paled slightly. He subconsciously tightened his grip on his sword hilt, completely unlike the calm demeanor he had displayed when he had been speaking with Zhou Tong in the courtyard.
Zhou Prison was sinister, but the truly terrifying one was Zhou Tong himself.
Chen Changsheng's head was lowered, his hair drenched in sweat. He looked like he had just done some extremely heavy physical labor.
He took a handkerchief from his sleeve and wiped the sweat off his face. Then he held it in his palm and wrapped it in his true essence.
Before entering Zhou Prison, he had been holding this handkerchief.
He very rarely sweated, and Tang Thirty-Six and Xuanyuan Po had never seen him sweat.
Today's situation was special. He had anticipated that he might sweat.
Only after confirming that the sweat-soaked handkerchief did not release that strange fragrance that made him uneasy did Chen Changsheng truly relax.
To him, this confrontation with Zhou Tong in the small courtyard was far more hair-raising than his battle with Zhou Ziheng.
Because in this confrontation, their minds had to endure a terrifying pressure.
"Don't wipe your mouth," Tang Thirty-Six said to the sweating Chen Changsheng.
Chen Changsheng paused and asked, "Why?"
Tang Thirty-Six replied, "Wiping your mouth with a handkerchief like Zhou Tong did just now would make you seem very abnormal."
Xuanyuan Po's laughter came from the front of the carriage. That simple and honest bear youth always had such a low threshold for humor.
This was not a very funny joke, and the mood in the carriage finally relaxed a little.
Chen Changsheng gradually calmed down and began to examine Zhexiu's injuries.
He placed his finger on Zhexiu's pulse and quietly listened. Suddenly, there was a muffled thump in the carriage as his finger bounced off.
Tang Thirty-Six asked, "What happened?"
"Sudden impulse, it's his old habit."
Chen Chang Sheng felt that there was something wrong with Zhexiu's pulse. He slightly frowned, but didn't say anything. He then removed the golden needles from his fingers and undid Zhexiu's collar, preparing to use the needles to take a look.
As soon as he did so, his hand froze.
When Tang Thirty-Six saw this, his body also froze.
Chen Changsheng's fingers trembled, but he still slowly undid Zhexiu's clothes, revealing his body.
Yes, there was not a single wound on Zhexiu's face, nor could it be seen that he had been injured or tortured, because those were all on his body.
Not a single inch of his skin was intact.
There were wounds and rotten flesh everywhere.
Bones could even be seen in some places.
In some places, even the bones had turned black.
Chen Changsheng did not know how many tortures Zhexiu had endured, how many poisons he had been given.
He didn't want to know either, because he couldn't bear to know.
There was dead silence in the carriage.
"Stop!"
Chen Chang Sheng suddenly said.
Tang Thirty-Six lowered his head. His right hand had unknowingly grasped the Wen Shui Sword again.
Xuanyuan Po did not know what had happened in the carriage. After stopping, he squeezed in and saw Zhexiu's miserable state.
His eyes instantly reddened and his breathing became rough and ragged. Because of his anger, his arms began to thicken and his hair like steel spikes protruded from his skin. This was the sign of his transformation.
"I want to kill Zhou Tong!"
Chen Changsheng and Tang Thirty-Six said nothing, but they also thought this way, which was why they had yelled for the carriage to stop, which was why they had gripped the hilts of their swords.
Zhexiu had been tortured so wretchedly that Chen Changsheng could no longer maintain his calm and steady state of mind. Tang Thirty-Six could no longer care about his status as a descendant of a noble clan.
If Liang Xiaoxiao had used his own death to accuse Zhexiu of colluding with the demons, then Zhexiu had been implicated by Qi Jian. But Zhou Tong had refused to release Zhexiu and had used such cruel methods to torture Zhexiu, then he was suffering on behalf of the Orthodox Academy.
They were the Orthodox Academy, so they naturally had to take revenge for Zhexiu.
Just at this moment, Zhexiu opened his eyes.
The depths of his eyes were still the color of lemons.
This was the fusion of Nanke's poison and the fierce blood of the wolf tribe.
But because he had been infected with too many poisons in Zhou Prison, the various poisons clashed with each other. In the last few days, his vision had actually gradually recovered.
Every time he awoke in Zhou Prison, he would be greeted by endless pain, so when he opened his eyes, they were cold and filled with hatred.
But at this moment, what he saw was not those strange torture tools that were specially designed for the Demon Clan, but three young faces that were filled with concern.
In a very short amount of time, Zhexiu had completely awakened, and from their expressions, he could guess what they were preparing to do.
The wariness and hatred in his eyes gradually vanished, but his face remained expressionless. He said to Xuanyuan Po, "Drive."
His voice was very weak, but it carried a feeling that it could not be refused.
Xuanyuan Po yelled, "We're preparing to slaughter our way back to Zhou Prison to take revenge for you."
Zhexiu expressionlessly said, "There are many kinds of barbecue in there. Do you want to make braised bear paw for them?"
This was still a joke that was not funny, and this time, no one laughed.
Of course, it was not because Zhexiu never told jokes, so everyone was rather shocked.
"But … there's really no way to swallow this anger," Tang Thirty-Six said.
Zhexiu replied, "When you can't beat your opponent, you have to endure it. Keep your eyes on him, strengthen yourself, and then bite him to death."
This was the wolf's way of survival.
Chen Changsheng looked at him and sorrowfully said, "I'm sorry, it was all my fault for dragging you down."
Zhexiu closed his eyes and ignored him.
Xuanyuan Po returned to the carriage, which continued to move.
They were getting farther and farther away from Zhou Prison.
But the four youths on the carriage were keenly aware that there would be a day when they would return to this place.
A cold and flat voice suddenly resounded from within the carriage.
It was Zhexiu's voice. His eyes were still closed.
"If you think I'm too miserable … I'll pay more."
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Upon returning to the Orthodox Academy, the long-awaited priests of the Thirteen Divisions of Radiant Green began to use the Sacred Light technique to treat Zhexiu. Then Chen Changsheng personally began to treat him, cautiously using needles and knives to treat the terrible wounds on Zhexiu's body. It took him an entire half a day to finish. The sky was already completely dark.
Zhexiu's injuries were too severe. For the convenience of treatment and to avoid moving, he did not live in one of the small buildings by the forest. He spread out a thick blanket on the wooden floor of the library and lay on the ground.
Under the illumination of the lantern, Chen Changsheng looked at the directory of the Orthodox Academy, then put it back into the drawer. Looking at the wolf youth who was silently enduring the pain with his eyes closed, he remembered that in the Garden of Zhou, Zhexiu had said that he wanted a sword.
"Money … I don't have too much right now." Chen Changsheng ignored the angry gaze Tang Thirty-Six shot at him and said to Zhexiu, "But I have many swords, you can choose as you please."
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