It's Not Easy to Disguise, Nuo'er Works Hard

In the darkest part of the dungeon in the palace.

The bright autumn sun could not shine in at all.

This place was filled with screams and pleas for mercy. Accompanied by the clanging of iron chains, it made the scalps of those who had never been here tingle.

Gu Yihan held a thick stick in his hand and was wearing casual clothes. The fake monk hanging on the rack in front of him was already on his last breath and was covered in blood.

Gu Yihan aimed at his waist twice. Then, he suddenly swung his stick.

There was a loud bang!

The wooden stick as thick as a baby's arm was broken.

The fake monk also screamed and wailed. A moment later, he died.

Gu Yihan threw the broken stick on the ground.

Eunuch Chunshou handed over a warm and moist handkerchief at the right time. As Gu Yihan wiped his hands, he asked, "Are they all dead?"