Chapter 886: The sky-high rage shocks Luoyang!

Dozens of warhorses led by Duan Yu crossed the drawbridge over the moat in front of Pingcheng Gate.

The rumbling sound of hooves spread like war drums around Pingcheng Gate.

Figures who seemed to have been waiting there for a long time, upon seeing Duan Yu's figure, ran quickly in all directions inside the city to spread the news.

In an instant, the Sikong Mansion, Situ Mansion, Taiwei Mansion, including the Grand General's Mansion, the Imperial Palace, the Nine Ministers' mansions, and the mansions of some high-ranking court officials were all flooded with people delivering messages.

After entering the city, Duan Yu did not stop at all, riding straight toward the direction of Buguangli.

Hanging from the saddle of the Red Dragon Cloud-Treading Beast were two square wooden boxes.

Buguangli, Dong Zhuo's mansion.

After being escorted back from Jizhou, Dong Zhuo had been imprisoned in the death row prison in Luoyang.

The crime Dong Zhuo was sentenced to was a reduction of the death penalty by one degree.

Which was what is known as life imprisonment.

But later, after Duan Yu sent back the heads of Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang from Jizhou, Dong Zhuo's sentence was changed to serving while guilty.

Subsequently, he was released from the Luoyang death row prison.

But Dong Zhuo, who was serving while guilty, was not pardoned to leave Luoyang and return to Hedong to resume his post, but was kept under house arrest in the mansion in Buguangli.

At this time, there were four city-guarding soldiers on duty in front of Dong Zhuo's mansion in Buguangli.

The mansion gate was tightly closed, and the fallen leaves and dust in front of the gate looked as if they hadn't been cleaned for a long time.

The once bright and beautiful lintel was now covered in dust.

Although it was dark at this time, there were only a few places in the mansion with light.

In the front courtyard of the mansion, Dong Zhuo, wearing dusty and tattered clothes stained with blood scabs, held a candle stand in one hand and a wooden bucket in the other.

The wooden bucket was half-filled with water.

His once burly figure had now thinned by more than a circle.

And when walking, he only dared to touch the ground lightly with his left foot, limping.

Dong Zhuo, with the candle stand in his hand emitting a faint yellow light and the other hand carrying the wooden bucket, walked toward the back courtyard.

The beard on his face almost covered his features.

After walking for a long time, his staggering figure finally arrived in front of the kitchen door in the back courtyard.

The kitchen door was open, and a fishy, sour smell wafted out from inside.

Dong Zhuo, carrying the wooden bucket, placed the candle stand on the stove and then poured the water from the bucket he was carrying into the jar by the furnace.

Then he squatted on the ground, lit the firewood under the jar, and sat to the side.

At this time, Dong Zhuo looked like an old man in the twilight of his years, and his hair had turned quite gray.

Where was there any trace of the heroic commander who once roamed Liangzhou and galloped on the battlefield?

There was even less of the majesty he had when he was an Administrator in Hedong.

The firelight shone on that weathered and wrinkled old face, and no trace of his former spirit could be seen.

If it weren't for the dancing flames reflected in those eyes, he would look more like a rotten wooden carving.

Dong Zhuo, sitting by the fire, gently rubbed his left leg.

A look of pain appeared on his face.

The water in the jar began to bubble.

Borrowing the light of the fire, Dong Zhuo slowly stood up, scooped out a spoonful of something that couldn't be identified but was sticky and smelled sour and rotten from an earthen jar nearby with a wooden spoon, and turned back to put it into the jar.

As the water in the jar boiled, the sour and rotten smell became even more pungent.

But Dong Zhuo didn't care at all, scooped a spoonful into an earthen bowl, and while blowing on the heat, slurped it into his mouth.

Rumble!

Rumble!

The sound of hooves suddenly coming from in front of the mansion reached Dong Zhuo's ears.

Hearing the familiar sound of hooves, Dong Zhuo subconsciously looked up toward the front of the mansion.

A glimmer of expectation flashed in those murky eyes.

But soon, this glimmer of expectation turned into helplessness.

Dong Zhuo, lowering his head, continued to slurp the food in the bowl.

In front of the mansion.

Duan Yu, riding the Red Dragon Cloud-Treading Beast, arrived in front of the mansion and dismounted.

When he saw the tightly closed gate, the messy surroundings, and the few soldiers standing in front of the gate, Duan Yu frowned.

Tie Shitou and Wang Hunu, who followed Duan Yu, along with dozens of guards, also dismounted and took the reins of the Red Dragon Cloud-Treading Beast from Duan Yu's hands.

Duan Yu, holding a horse whip in one hand, frowned and walked toward the mansion gate.

However, before Duan Yu could even step onto the stairs, the four soldiers blocking the gate used their long spears to block Duan Yu's path.

"Stop, no one is allowed to approach here."

The four soldiers said in unison.

Duan Yu frowned and looked at the soldiers blocking his way.

"Presumptuous!" ===== CHAPTER 888 =====