Chapter 1670: I Can't Take It Anymore

Chapter 1670: Chapter 1670: I Can’t Take It Anymore

Hearing the words of the mountain bandit, Meng Yunzheng slightly furrowed his brows. As expected, these people were all placing the blame on the Emperor.

The young nobleman grew even more resentful upon hearing this, his eyes red as he shouted, “You were forced into a corner, but why take it out on us common people? If you have the guts, go and…”

Before he could finish saying the word ‘rebel’, a middle-aged man behind him quickly covered his mouth and admonished him in a low voice, “Are you crazy? How could you say something like that?”

The young nobleman broke down crying, “But we have no way out. Last night, the second Young Master of the He Family was taken away and hasn’t returned yet. They say he was fed to the beasts. Did you not hear it last night? The sounds those beasts made, I couldn’t take it, I just couldn’t take it.”

The other prisoners in the cell clenched their teeth tightly. Remembering the sounds they heard last night, their faces instantly turned pale, and they could only silently hang their heads.

Seeing this scene, the mountain bandit became even more smug. He raised his eyebrows and said, “You can’t handle just the sounds of beasts? Feeling desperate, aren’t you? You all used to live such comfortable lives, unlike us, who’ve lived through hardships. At least you have some hope. We waited over half a year for a pardon, and what did we get in return? Nothing. We…”

Meng Yunzheng lowered his voice and interrupted him, “Alright, let’s move on.” He couldn’t allow him to further provoke the prisoners. “If we delay any longer, it’ll be time for dinner.”

The mountain bandit stiffened at the mention of time, realizing he hadn’t taken his antidote yet. He had to give up his malicious fun of agitating them, sighed, and said, “Yes, no point in wasting our breath on them. Let’s keep going.”

He led the way, and Meng Yunzheng and the others followed.

Behind them, the sound of the young nobleman despairingly pounding on the bars continued. If his mouth hadn’t been covered, he might have kept cursing.

Shu Yu and Meng Yunzheng both felt a weight on their hearts.

“The two cells ahead hold the traitors and spies.” The mountain bandit’s voice sounded, and Meng Yunzheng and Shu Yu looked in the direction he pointed.

There weren’t many people in these two cells, but…they were in terrible condition.

Each person was a bloody mess, either lying on the ground or motionless, without exception all had injuries. Some had lost hands, others feet, some were almost wrapped up like mummies, and the stench of blood was particularly pungent.

Meng Yunzheng paused in his steps. These people were covered in wounds, their clothes tattered and torn, making it impossible to see what they looked like.

If Uncle Meng was among them, Meng Yunzheng feared he might impulsively open the door to save him.

Seeing him looking into the cell, the mountain bandit quickly whispered, “The person you’re looking for shouldn’t be in there.”

“How can you be sure?”

The mountain bandit said, “These people were the ones previously sent to the Dueling Field to fight with those beasts. The injuries on them are from that. The black market hasn’t opened for over ten days. Didn’t your uncle get brought in just a few days ago? There’s no need to lock him here since the Dueling Field isn’t open, right?”

That made some sense, but just to be sure, Meng Yunzheng still looked at each person one by one.

Unable to make out their faces, he looked at their physique and clothing.

The prisoners’ clothes were mostly the same, presumably issued by the black market. They were predominantly white or beige, so that when blood stained them, it would drive people even more insane.

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