Chapter 305: Pure Yang Martial Saint, the Strongest Zuo Qianhu
'He actually took over another body and was reborn!'

With the experience of taking over Cao Jie's body, he was extremely skilled this time.

First, he slowly opened his eyes and then secretly observed the surrounding environment.

It was still ancient times, with a Feiyu suit folded on the desk and an Xiuchun sword placed next to it.

Yes, he became a Jinyiwei.

After thinking it over, he realized that he was just a small flag officer. A seventh-rank official in the capital was just a lackey.

But just when Cao Jie thought he had traveled to the Ming Dynasty, a name emerged in his memory, causing him to frown instantly.

'The great master Pudu Cihang?!'

'This... this is the world of Liao Zhai!'

"This body's surname is Zuo, could it be Zuo Qianhu? But it's just a small flag!"

Cao Jie stood up, his hands brushed over the Feiyu suit and the Xiuchun sword, but instinctively, his hands fell on the five Yanling knives hidden under the bed.

"Zheng!"

Cao Jie pulled out half of the long sword and clearly felt a cold breath and a murderous aura coming towards him.

"Good knife, good knife."

These five Yanling knives were shining with cold light and murderous aura. More importantly, Cao Jie inherited the instinct of this body to use knives.

Gently stroking the five knives that he had used day and night, Cao Jie was sure.

The body he took over belonged to Captain Zuo, but it was still early in the timeline and he was just a small flag in the Jinyiwei.

Although Xiaoqi is only the most basic commander in the Jinyiwei, there are also different military officer positions such as generals, lieutenants, and strongmen in the Jinyiwei, who are responsible for specific actions and execution of tasks.

The small flag is already a good starting point.

Countless times better than Baishuilang who has nothing.

Besides, this is Captain Zuo!

He is the most special mortal in the A Chinese Ghost Story trilogy. He has a soldier's unswerving duty and a righteous spirit of sacrificing his life for justice. He will not be affected by spells such as the soul-calling Sanskrit sound and the immobilization spell.

Demons and ghosts are also afraid of him because the ordinary weapons he uses can also hurt demons and ghosts.

In the play, he accidentally killed a loyal and good person because he listened to the lies of the evil spirit Pudu Cihang.

At the end of the film, he was not afraid of the enemy attacking from all sides. In the end, in order to atone for his mistakes, he ignored his broken arm and wounds all over his body, shouted tragically, "If I don't go to hell, who will?", and resolutely rushed into the golden light of the evildoer with his sword, sacrificing himself.

This kind of courage to atone for sins through death can probably only be seen in the hearts of Chinese heroes.

"Zuo Qianhu, go ahead and rest assured!"

"If I, Cao Jie, inherit this body, you will definitely be the strongest left commander in history."

Suddenly, a familiar heat surged from the Dantian area and wandered among the meridians and acupoints.

'This strand of my soul actually carries the talent of my original body!'

"Okay, okay!"

'Half-step golden elixir, creating a pure Yang body, combined with Zuo Qianhu's swordsmanship, I will be the Pure Yang Martial Saint!'

The night was long and Cao Jie had no mood to sleep, so he put on his Feiyu suit, carried his Embroidered Spring Sword, and went to the Imperial Prison of the Northern Pacification Division.

The Jinyiwei was a huge organization, and their main duties were to "take charge of the emperor's guard of honor" and "maintain the safety of the emperor's travel."

As for the Jinyiwei assisting in maintaining public security in the capital, that is even more natural.

Although the emperor lives in the imperial palace, the palace is under the protection of the capital. It can be said that the security of the capital directly affects the safety of the emperor.

With this analysis, what else do you have to say about the Jinyiwei assisting in maintaining public security in the capital?
So what if they were acting as the security agent for the capital? The Beizhenfusi, where Zuo Qianhu was located, was a Jinyiwei agency responsible for criminal investigations and was in charge of the imperial prison. They could arrest, interrogate, execute, and execute people on their own without going through ordinary judicial institutions.

Therefore, countless people died from torture.

Late at night, Zuo Xiaoqi was sleeping comfortably in the dormitory, but the captain on duty still had to stay up late.

Cao Jie walked towards the imperial prison according to his memory, and could faintly hear the sound of crude and obscene tunes coming from inside.

"It's the middle of the night, it's the third watch, I can't sleep, oh no, touch my head and feet to make me feel better, chirp, long dong qiang dong qiang!"

"I reached out and touched it, and it was my sister's hair. My sister's hair was so fresh with the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus. It was so fresh, so tender, so tender..."

The humming sound from a hoarse voice echoed in the courtyard in front of the imperial prison.

In between there were also sounds of shaking dice and shouting of "buy or sell".

The imperial prison of the Northern Pacification Office is very different from the prisons in other prefectures and counties across the country.

Almost all the people imprisoned here have deep backgrounds.

Logically speaking, not to mention the small flag officers, even the thousand households cannot be offended.

After all, this is the capital city where a bunch of seventh-rank officials can be knocked down with a single brick!

But if you end up in the imperial prison, even if you are a prince or a minister, you will still suffer a lot.

How terrifying is the Imperial Prison?
In other words, the environment is several times worse than that of the Ministry of Criminal Affairs prison.

The prison was very narrow, with a bunch of prisoners crowded inside. Not only was it heavily guarded, but every item sent in had to be checked at every level. Moreover, the building was extremely cold, and it was strictly forbidden to light a fire in the cell. Even in the cold winter, the prisoners were freezing in vain. Every minute and every second was basically a living torture.

Compared with this harsh living environment, another major "death threat" in the imperial prison is the corruption of the Jinyiwei.

As the "prison of the emperor", the imperial prison was under the nose of imperial power. As the Ming Dynasty became increasingly corrupt, it naturally became darker and darker.

The Jinyiwei officials who guarded the imperial prison also did their utmost to extort and exploit people.

"Zuoqi, you are here..."

"Left flag!"

The group of people stood up together and behaved properly.

In the light of the candle, Cao Jie was seen wearing a flying fish suit with a flying fish pattern on a white background embroidered on his shoulders. He had a sheathed long sword on his waist, looking heroic.

Buddha relies on gold ornaments, people rely on clothes, this brocade clothes is so damn handsome!
Looking more closely, I saw that he was wearing a lacquered cloth crown, a half-new red cloth belt around his waist, and a pair of white-soled black straight boots on his feet.

Clean and neat!
Especially the face. Twenty-year-old Zuo Qianhu still had a flawless fair complexion, a pair of willow-leaf eyebrows that made his eagle eyes unusually lively, and his mouth with clear lip lines and diamond-shaped lips made him look like he had red lips and white teeth.

But everyone present knew that if anyone looked down on him for this reason, they would surely fall flat on their face under his knife.

In the Northern Pacification Office, even the captain would not dare to say that he could defeat the sword in Zuo Xiaoqi's hand.

Sooner or later, as long as he survives, he will be promoted to the rank of general flag bearer, centurion, or even thousandth household.

"Let's play!"

Cao Jie said this, then picked up a white lantern with the words "Imperial Prison" written on it, smiled slightly, and walked into the real prison as usual.

The Imperial Prison is a very disgusting place for people with a slight obsession with mysophobia.

As soon as I walked in, I immediately smelled a very complex stench.

The stench of rotten food, the stench of feces and excrement, the musty smell of not seeing the sun for years, and the stench of rotting unknown corpses...

These smells mixed together, coupled with the dark, damp and stagnant environment, formed an indescribable pungent gas.

Cao Jie rubbed his nose, lifted the lantern up, and strode in.

(End of this chapter)