Soon, Xue Mu walked to the Class C cell.
Ever since he was promoted to jailer by He Yudian himself, the relationship between Xue Mu and Song Wu had become a little subtle.
Song Wu would often say a few words of concern.
But the more this happens, the more it seems too hypocritical.
But now, Xue Mu is on an equal footing with him, as long as he enters the water without violating the river.
Xue Mu would not take the initiative to trouble Song Wu.
Unless, he is seeking death himself.
Xue Mu came all the way to the Class C cell. After hearing the footsteps of Song Wu coming towards him, he asked, "Uncle Song, what's wrong?"
Although he didn't want to be polite, he still called Uncle Song in person.
"Xue Mu, come with me to see Zhang Biao's cell. That guy seems to be dying." With that, Song Wu pulled Xue Mu towards the last cell.
"Are you dying?"
Xue Mu felt confused because Zhang Biao's information page still existed in the "Edict of Sin".
Why do you say it won't work if it doesn't work?
But he still followed Song Wu.
When he came outside the cell, although Xue Mu couldn't see, through his sight, he could vaguely see Zhang Biao lying on the ground, motionless.
Song Wu opened the cell and spoke nervously to Xue Mu: "This guy will be sent to the Ministry of Justice for trial in ten days because he murdered some local officials. If he died here, the consequences would be disastrous. "
Xue Mu naturally understood the seriousness of this, so he walked in.
However, Song Wu took a step back and closed the door again.
Xue Mu's ears were sensitive and he immediately heard the sound of the door lock.
He turned around and asked, "Prisoner Song, who are you?"
At this time, Zhang Biao, who had been lying on the ground, suddenly stood up from the ground.
He patted the hay on his clothes and said calmly: "Prisoner Song, can you keep your word?"
"After the matter is completed, I will find a completely disfigured corpse to support you. I, Song Wu, will keep my word." Song Wu replied.
Xue Mu naturally understood what was going on, but he still asked Song Wu: "Prisoner Song, what are you doing?"
"My nephew, your father and I have been friends for decades. Logically speaking, I can be considered your uncle, but I have to do this."
"Your position as jailer was sold to me on the day your father died. It's worth one hundred taels. You also know that one hundred taels can be eaten and drunk in the capital for several years. At first, I wanted to just catch up with you. If you get out of the prison, you will be worthy of your father by asking you not to be the jailer."
"But you happened to get involved with He Tingli. If I don't get rid of you, I have to return the one hundred taels to you. I, Song Wu, can't do that."
"So..." Song Wu looked at Zhang Biao inside and said, "Be faster when you attack, so that my nephew will not suffer so much."
Zhang Biao waved his hands impatiently: "I kill people with just one breath."
Song Wu was very satisfied after hearing this answer.
Immediately afterwards, he left.
It was obviously to create an alibi.
As for Xue Mu, he believed that he would definitely die.
At this moment, Xue Mu was silent.
Zhang Biao is a martial artist at the fifth level of opening pulse.
I am only at the second level of opening my pulse.
There are several times the strength gap between each level.
Although Zhang Biao is now seriously injured due to torture.
But Xue Mu was still not sure of winning.
He could only stand still and wait for Zhang Biao's behavior.
When Zhang Biao saw Xue Mu motionless, he spat disdainfully and said, "You are unlucky. Although you are blind, don't worry, at least you won't die in peace."
As he spoke, he rushed towards Xue Mu, clenched his fists, and swung towards his head.
Since Xue Mu opened his eyes for insight, Zhang Biao's actions had already been clearly seen by him.
His ears moved slightly, and after feeling the wind of the fist, he immediately bent down and cleverly avoided Zhang Biao's first attack.
Zhang Biao never expected that a blind man could avoid his fist.
At first he was worried that blood would be spilled everywhere, and he even held back his strength.
Unexpectedly, it turned out to be in vain.
"Do you know martial arts?" Zhang Biao asked.
Xue Mu did not answer, but stood still and used the Thunder Fist.
Although Tianlei Fist is a low-level skill, he has been practicing it every night these days.
Whether it is strength or speed, the essence of Tianlei Fist has been greatly improved.
Zhang Biao was a little stunned and immediately backed away.
But the cell is so big, and there will be no room if we retreat.
Besides, he estimated that this Xue Mu was at most a boy with a second level of pulse opening.
There is a huge gap between his own strength.
So he planned to fight directly by relying on his fifth-level ability to open the pulse.
The two fists collided directly in the air with flesh and blood.
And Xue Mu has a golden bell to protect his body, although it is only 1% effective.
Still withstood a lot of damage.
On the contrary, Zhang Biao suffered even more pain after being hit by the Thunder Fist and the wounds from the previous torture.
He looked at Xue Mu with cold sweat, feeling that he had underestimated this blind man.
"I can't beat you, a blind man like you, even at the fifth level of pulse opening?!"
With that said, Zhang Biao rushed forward again.
...
Song Wu picked up a bowl of tea and took a sip. Then he estimated that the time was almost up and walked towards the Class C cell.
He did not call other men, but planned to take a look at the situation by himself, and only then publicize the matter when everything was safe.
"Zhang Biao escaped from prison and rebelled. Prisoner Xue fought back with all his strength, and finally fell at the hands of evil people. This is true loyalty!"
Thinking of this rhetoric, Song Wu even mocked him: "My nephew, I know there is no one in your family. When the pension is paid, I will spend it on your behalf."
As for Zhang Biao, he had already prepared Hedinghong.
Song Wu could never let such a person out, not because he was worried that he would continue to cause trouble, but because the dead were always quieter than the living.
But when he walked to Zhang Biao's cell, his eyes widened.
Two people were lying on the ground.
Xue Mu remained motionless.
Zhang Biao was also nearby.
perish together?
Song Wu was even a little happy, now that he didn't have to do it himself.
He unlocked the door and wanted to check if the two of them were really dead.
When the door lock opened, he squatted down and walked first towards Zhang Biao, who was closest to him.
"Well, dead."
Zhang Biao died, which made Song Wu even more convinced that Xue Mu would not survive.
After all, Zhang Biao is a martial artist at the fifth level of opening the pulse. How could a blind man like Xue Mu win?
But the moment he approached Xue Mu.
Xue Mu immediately sat up.
Holding the broken bowl piece in his left hand, he touched Song Wu's neck.
Instantly, blood splattered.
Song Wu's eyes widened, looking at Xue Mu who suddenly sat up, and wanted to reach out and touch him.
But within two seconds, he fell to the ground.
His mouth was still slightly open, as if he wanted to say something.
But in the end, a pool of blood on the ground showed that Song Wu was dead.
He died beside Zhang Biao.
Xue Mu wiped the broken bowl on his hand with his clothes, then put it on Zhang Biao's hand, then calmly stood up and walked out of the cell.
Although he couldn't see it, he knew that Song Wu must have looked in disbelief before his death.
"If you harm others, you will harm yourself, so don't blame me."
He spat, and then shouted: "Everyone, come to the Class C cell at once! Zhang Biao escaped from prison and rebelled! Prisoner Song sacrificed his life!"
