Heavenly Prison returned to silence, but this silence was completely different from the previous deep silence of Death Qi. The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke that had not yet dissipated, and a unique smell similar to that of a beast marking its territory.
Inside the Duty Room of Block C, Room Shen prison, a fire was blazing. The Purple Clay Teapot, which was regarded as a treasure by Old Yan, was steaming. The aroma of tea mixed with the smell of blood floating in from outside created a strange sense of tranquility.
Fang Mo leaned on Grand Tutor Chair, with his legs folded and resting on the edge of the table. His muscular upper body was not clothed, and the hideous wounds were on [Nine Nether Spring Surge] A layer of dark red scab has formed under the nourishment. The shadow of Nian Nu'er is suspended behind him, and the slender fingertips are guiding out the Dragon Slaying Sword intentions that have invaded his body little by little.
"My lord, this battle was fought smoothly, but it pierced the entire Divine Capital hornet's nest." Nian Nu'er's voice was lazy, with a strand of golden wrapped around his fingertips. Sword Qi, as if playing with his hair, "Although Old Emperor is just a projection, he is still the king of a country in this world. Now that I have been slapped by you in public, I'm afraid I won't let it go."
"If he could move, he would have been here in person." Fang Mo closed his eyes and tapped his fingers rhythmically on the armrest. "One hundred and seventy years ago, that body would have been completely rotten. He wants to use God King Power to live a new life, and now is the critical moment. What happened tonight is just a test. As long as I don't rush into the Imperial Palace to lift his coffin board, he can only endure it."
Old Yan poured a cup of tea for Fang Mo on the side. Although his hands were still shaking slightly, his eyes were much brighter than before.
"Master, this time we broke the sky." Old Yan chuckled, showing his yellow teeth, "Six Doors and Imperial Guards were wandering outside for several times just now, and they didn't even dare to lean on the door. Even Demon Suppression Division, who usually has his nose in the sky, has now become Mute."
"Because they are afraid." Fang Mo took the teacup and took a sip, "Rules are for the weak. When your fist is strong enough, you follow the rules."
Just as he was talking, Iron Bull strode in. He was covered in blood and was holding an exquisite Brocade Box in his hand.
"Boss, someone is giving you a gift." Iron Bull said angrily and put Brocade Box on the table.
"Who sent it?"
"I didn't leave a name. He was a eunuch. He dropped his things and ran away, like a rabbit."
Fang Mo opened his eyes, and Netherworld Ghost Eye scanned Brocade Box. After confirming that there was no trap, he picked it up with his fingertips, and the lid popped open.
There is no Gold, Silver, and Jewels in the box, only a human head.
That was the head of Eunuch Liu, who had previously conveyed the order to Fang Mo at the door of Drunken Immortal Tower. His expression was frozen in extreme horror, and his eyes were wide open, as if he had seen something terrible before his death.
And underneath the head, there was a gilded invitation.
Fang Mo picked up the invitation, there were only eight words on it:
[Tomorrow at noon, Eastern Palace will tell you.]
There is no signature, but the meaning is obvious.
"Crown Prince?" Old Yan took a breath, "This is Pledge of Allegiance. Eunuch Liu is Li Fuguo's godson is also Old Emperor's mouthpiece. By sending this head, Crown Prince is telling us that he and Old Emperor are not the same person."
"It's interesting." Fang Mo played with the invitation, with a hint of amusement at the corner of his mouth, "I just beat me, and my son rushed to give gifts. It seems that this royal father's kindness and son's filial piety are more exciting than I imagined."
He threw the invitation into the stove.
"Master, are you going to this banquet?" Old Yan asked.
"I won't go." Fang Mo saw that the invitation was reduced to ashes in the fire, "I am now a rebel and a traitor to the party. Going to the Eastern Palace for tea? That is causing trouble for Crown Prince and making myself uncomfortable."
He stood up, walked to the window, and looked through the iron window at Meng Tian hanging on the flagpole, swaying in the wind.
"If you want to talk to me, you have to show sincerity. A eunuch's head doesn't hold enough weight."
Fang Mo turned around and looked at the Heavenly Prison defense map on the wall. Among the ten grids, A, B, C, Gui, and Xin have all been dyed black, and the remaining ones are still flickering.
"Since you've already broken up, let's just do it the absolute best." Fang Mo's finger crossed the remaining grids and finally stopped at the position of "Geng Character Room".
"Old Yan, get ready." A trace of bloodthirsty light flashed in Fang Mo's eyes, "We won't open tomorrow. Let's go to Geng Character Room for a good meal."
"Geng Character Room?" Old Yan almost lost his grip on the teapot in his hand, "Master, you don't want to go to that place! No one is locked up there!"
"Not human?" Fang Mo smiled, and that smile was a bit more enchanting than Nian Nu'er behind him, "What a coincidence, what I like most now is things that are not human."