Chapter 453 – Stopping and Driving the Carriage, Speaking of Money and Offering a Sword (1/2)

Chapter 453 - Stopping and Driving the Carriage, Speaking of Money and Offering a Sword

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

With its swiftest speed, the Orthodox Academy's carriage departed from the principal alley of the Northern Military Department.

The gathered crowd outside the alley didn't have time to react. Even Mao Qiuyu and Prince Chen Liu didn't know what had occurred in that small courtyard.

With the departure of the carriage, the five hundred Orthodoxy cavalry dispersed, leaving only trails of dust.

Chen Changsheng and the rest were in such a hurry not because Zhexiu was so critically wounded that he was barely clinging to life, but rather because the shadow that had been cast over their minds by that small courtyard was far too frightening!

Lying on the stretcher, Zhexiu was dressed in a set of clean clothes. His face was the sort of pale obtained from not seeing the sun for a while and his body was rather emaciated. However, there were no visible wounds, so his situation could be considered okay.

As the carriage galloped through the street, the wind blew up a corner of the curtain. Tang Thirty-Six was able to see one of the eaves of Zhou Prison and his face slightly paled. Subconsciously, he tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword. That calm and assured appearance he had when speaking to Zhou Tong was no longer visible at all.

Zhou Prison was sinister, but the truly frightening thing was still Zhou Tong himself.

Chen Changsheng's head was lowered, his hair already dripping with sweat. He seemed like he had just finished performing some extraordinarily strenuous physical labor.

He extracted a handkerchief from his sleeve and wiped the sweat off his face. Then he balled it up in his palm and enveloped it with his true essence.

Before he entered Zhou Prison, he had been kneading this handkerchief.

He rarely sweat, such that Tang Thirty-Six and Xuanyuan Po had never seen him do so.

Today's circumstances were special. Beforehand, he had considered that it was possible he might sweat today.

Only after confirming that the handkerchief soaked in sweat was not emitting that strange scent that made him uneasy did Chen Changsheng truly relax.

The standoff with Zhou Tong in that small courtyard, to him, was much more hair-raising than his battle with Zhou Ziheng.

Because in this standoff, their minds had to bear an extremely terrifying pressure.

”Don't wipe your mouth,” Tang Thirty-Six said to him as he incessantly wiped off sweat.

Chen Changsheng momentarily paused as he asked, ”Why?”

Tang Thirty-Six answered, ”To use a handkerchief to wipe the mouth will make you seem just like Zhou Tong. It will look very freakish.”

From the front of the carriage came Xuanyuan Po's laughter. An honest bear youth, his standard for humor had always been this low.

This joke wasn't very amusing, but the mood in the carriage lightened up somewhat.

Chen Changsheng's mind gradually calmed, and he began to check up on Zhexiu's injuries.

He placed his finger on Zhexiu's veins and quietly listened. Suddenly, there was a muffled bang in the compartment as his finger jolted away from the vein.

Tang Thirty-Six asked, ”What's going on?”

”Tide Rush of Blood, his old illness.”

Chen Changsheng felt that there was a problem with Zhexiu's pulse. He creased his brow, but said nothing more. He removed the metal needles from his fingers, undid Zhexiu's collar, and prepared to use the needles to take a look.

The moment he undid the collar, his fingers stiffened.

After Tang Thirty-Six saw it, his body also stiffened.

Chen Changsheng's fingers began to tremble, but he still persisted in slowly undoing the clothes, revealing Zhexiu's body.

Yes, Zhexiu's face did not have the smallest wound, nor could any sign of injury or torture be seen. Because all of it was on his body.

There wasn't one inch of Zhexiu's body that was complete.

It was all wounds and rotted flesh.

There were even places where the white bone was visible.

There were even places where the bone had turned black.

Chen Changsheng had no idea how many tortures Zhexiu had suffered, how many things he had been poisoned with.

He also did not want to know, because he could not bear to know.

The carriage compartment was deathly still.