Chapter 450: Chapter 231: Death—Who Is the Hunter?

"Imperial decree from the Holy Emperor!"

"Little Prison Chief Huo Ya is accused of treason, sentenced to execution. The entire family will be taken to the North City Gate and hanged immediately!"

The Forbidden Army personnel rushed into Zhenbei Prison.

"Long live the Emperor."

Everyone was silent as if in great fear.

Chief Wang, Chief Ma, and Chief Feng knelt trembling in the corner.

"Where is Little Prison Chief Huo Ya?"

The head of the Forbidden Army had not seen Uncle Huo come out.

"Who is in charge here? Where is Little Prison Chief Huo Ya? The Holy Emperor’s decree states he’s guilty of treason, and his entire family is to be executed, hanged at the North City Gate. Where is he?"

The head of the Forbidden Army shouted angrily.

"Sir, Huo Ya has already left Zhenbei Prison, and we don’t know where he went."

Chu Tianhe braced himself to speak.

"Nonsense, the Holy Emperor has ordered the execution of Huo Ya’s entire family. You better send people to find them immediately."

The head of the Forbidden Army was indignant. If Uncle Huo’s family wasn’t dealt with, how could he report back?

"Prison Army, hear my order. Dig up the Dragon Capital to find and capture Huo Ya’s family."

Chu Tianhe ordered, leading the Prison Army to search within the city.

...

"Uncle Huo, you’ll have to bear with it for a while. I’ll find a way to get you out of the city."

In the underground passage, Han Dong settled Uncle Huo’s family in the tunnel where Jiang Feng had previously hidden.

It was Little Cyan Snake who brought her here.

Sensing the danger when she saw Jiang Feng wreaking havoc over Dragon Capital, killing so many Divine Sect disciples, and disgracing the Royal Family, she immediately thought the Emperor might vent his anger on Uncle Huo’s family. Hence, she quickly led Uncle Huo’s family into the underground passage.

To prevent the tragedy of the entire family being hanged at the North City Gate.

"Thank you, Commander Han. During this time, without your care, our family would’ve... sigh..."

Uncle Huo sighed, holding a wine jug.

Previously imprisoned in the Imperial City, the family hadn’t realized the danger, feeling quite complacent due to residing there. It was only after hearing from Han Dong that the person who killed the Second Prince was Jiang Feng that Uncle Huo finally realized the gravity of the situation.

"Old Huo, Xiao Jiang won’t just leave us to die, will he?"

"Isn’t it his disaster?"

"Find a way to contact him."

Aunt Huo held Little Huowa’s hand. Their family of five has been anxious during this time, moving from above ground to underground, and Aunt Huo had an ominous feeling.

"Shut up, what do you know, woman?"

Uncle Huo shouted angrily.

"Auntie, don’t worry, as long as I’m here, nothing will happen to you."

Han Dong comforted.

"There are still two pounds of pork head left at home. I wanted to celebrate Little Huowa’s birthday with it tonight."

Aunt Huo mumbled.

"What foolishness are you talking about, my wife Commander Han..."

Uncle Huo looked embarrassed.

"You just care about drinking, not care if we live or die."

Aunt Huo flared up, complaining.

"Fine, I’ll quit drinking then."

Uncle Huo pretended to want to smash the wine cup but then restrained himself, slowly placing the wine jug on the ground.

"I’ll go get you some food. Stay in this tunnel and don’t wander around."

Han Dong had witnessed Uncle Huo and his wife’s quarrels more than once and was used to it. She went to the market and bought five pounds of pork head, three pounds of tofu, a half pound of pickles, and three jugs of yellow rice wine for Aunt Huo.

So that Uncle Huo’s family could have plenty to eat in the tunnel.

"Uncle Huo."

"Auntie."

"Little Huowa."

"Guess what I’ve brought back for you..."

Han Dong was already familiar with Uncle Huo’s family. As she approached the tunnel entrance, she pretended to be mysterious, but when she entered the tunnel, she saw bloodstains on the ground.

At that moment, she felt as if struck by lightning.

The words stuck in her throat.

The paper-wrapped pork head and the three pounds of tofu, along with the yellow rice wine in her left hand, all fell to the ground.

"Crash!"

The wine jug shattered into pieces.

The yellow rice wine spilled everywhere.

The tofu turned into tofu brains and mingled with the yellow rice wine.

"Uncle Huo, Huowa!"

Han Dong’s face suddenly changed.

Especially when she saw the bloodstains on the ground.

She rushed out of the tunnel.

"Little Cyan Snake, where are the people I brought back; where did they go?"

In the tunnel, she encountered Little Cyan Snake.

Little Cyan Snake hovered in the air.

Standing like a chopstick in front of Han Dong, seeing her panicked expression, it showed some compassion on its little face.

"Shasha!"

The Big Cyan Snake appeared at the other end of the tunnel. It transformed into a hundred-zhang long body, and when it saw Han Dong, it spoke: "Without my permission, you are not to bring anyone in here in the future, especially those related to Jiang Feng."

"Master, what did you do to them?"

Han Dong asked nervously.

"The ones who took them were your Emperor. This underground tunnel was built in cooperation between our Cyan Snake Demon clan and the Emperor. We had an agreement not to interfere excessively in each other’s affairs."

"Even you must not act recklessly in the tunnel, otherwise Jiang Feng won’t be able to protect you either."

The Big Cyan Snake snorted coldly.

Then it traversed to the other end of the tunnel.

The slithering sound echoed in the tunnel.

"Were they taken to the North City Gate?"

Han Dong turned pale and asked Little Cyan Snake.

Little Cyan Snake hesitated for a moment and nodded.

"Uncle Huo, I harmed you."

Han Dong quickly ran toward the tunnel exit.

Upon reaching the surface, she used her body technique, rushing towards the North City Gate. When she arrived at full speed, the North City Gate was already crowded with people.

The crowd pointed toward the city wall.

Han Dong looked at the city wall.

She felt her heart stop and silently sobbed.

On the city wall were five figures hanged, each of whom Han Dong knew all too well. They were none other than Uncle Huo’s family.