"Fang Huairui, you want to kill me?!" Yu Si pointed at Fang Huairui and shouted angrily. His eyes were filled with fear and unease, and his heart was cold. "I'm Mingfeng's uncle!"
"You're so heartless to your own in-laws. Aren't you afraid… Oh."
Before Yu Si could finish his sentence, Fang Huairui made a gesture. Yu Si's mouth was then rudely covered with a sweat towel.
Yu Si was a scholar and had no strength to even truss a chicken. In front of the strong personal guards of the Heavenly Garrison Army, he couldn't fight back at all. Soon, he was forcefully escorted into the prison cart.
Shangqing was escorted into another prison carriage. His hair was disheveled like a beggar's, and his Daoist robe was tattered. One could vaguely see the burns on his skin. He looked like a demon that had been scooped up from a pot of oil.
"A death hexagram, it's a death hexagram." Shangqing muttered something. His description was muddle-headed and crazy.
