A dark underground corridor, dark and damp, with the sound of "tick-tock" water coming from the ears, and the vague firelight only allowing people to roughly identify the direction.
Under the golden mask, the god raised the corners of his mouth slightly, wearing a golden silk robe. He placed his left hand behind his waist and his right hand flat in front of his waist, playing with the jade finger on his thumb, walking forward slowly, leisurely, carrying that day with him. Live domineering.
The Flower God was dressed in alluring red and quietly followed behind the God of Heaven, and the two of them walked forward together.
The end of the long corridor in front became wider, and there was a little light. The god stepped into the water prison with gentle steps.
A huge water pond is like a huge cave under a big mountain, which is twenty or thirty feet long. When light is cast from the top of the mountain and outside the water prison, you can clearly see that the water prison is divided into dozens of crisscrossed stone paths. There are small square ponds, and a huge iron cage hangs above each small pond.
In the quiet water prison, some iron cages were hanging in the air, and some iron cages were partially placed in the water. Some strange smells floated throughout the water prison, making people feel sick.
There were four guards at the entrance of the water prison. They saw the God from a distance, bowed their heads and knelt at the entrance of the water prison. When the God came closer, they lowered their heads and shouted: "Greetings to the God!"
This was the first time God came to the water prison. After taking stock of the scene in front of him, God smiled slightly and sighed: "This Qianyan is indeed a talent! What a pity!"
"Why should God feel sorry for that kind of person?" The Flower God comforted him, and then asked sternly at the guard on the ground: "If God wants to see Pan Yang, please lead the way."
"Yes!" One of the guards responded, stood up quickly, took two steps back, then turned around and raised his head to lead the way.
The god didn't look sideways and walked quietly on the stone path, not far behind the guide.
There was a man in a cage in mid-air. His hair was disheveled, his hands and feet were bound by iron chains, his clothes were in tatters, and mosquitoes were flying around him. When the man saw the god, he seemed to see hope in his eyebrows, and his white hands grasped the iron for a moment. The cage and the sound of iron chains were heard immediately. It could be clearly seen that the man's left hand was bloody and bloody, and some bones could even be seen. Half of the palm of his right hand had rotted away. There was a stench of rotten flesh, as if he had been tortured. Long.
"God! God, have mercy on me! This slave has realized his mistake! I don't dare to do it anymore! God, have mercy on me!" The man frantically begged God for mercy as if grasping a life-saving straw, and the entire suspended cage shook and made a sound.
Hearing this, the god stopped and looked over. The look in his eyes was confusing for a moment, and then he recognized the man, and the corners of his mouth were raised slightly.
When the man saw the smile on the god's lips, he became even more excited. In the cage, he kowtowed violently to the god and admitted his mistake: "I beg the god to show mercy. I will repay the god by working as an ox or a horse, and I will be the most loyal dog of the god!"
The god did not respond, but slowly raised his right hand, and then a surge of domineering energy surged. A burst of golden energy was pulled from the palm of the god and enveloped the man. The man was slowly lifted up with that force. Pinching it in the air, the golden energy became tighter and tighter. Under that force, the man's hands and feet seemed to be tightly bound to his body and began to twist and deform.
The man couldn't help but scream. In pain, he hurriedly begged for mercy: "Ah! Ah! God, please forgive me, God, please forgive me!"
There was no sympathy in the God's cold eyes. He made a fierce effort and clenched his right hand into a fist.
"boom--"
A muffled sound came, and the energy exploded. Under the energy of the man, a burst of blood mist exploded, and the entire iron cage exploded and flew around because it could not withstand the power of the god. On top of other iron cages, it fell into the water.
In the entire water prison, the sound of a needle dropping could be heard, and no one dared to speak. Only the roar was left, which kept echoing in the water prison.
"It's too noisy!" God muttered indifferently, as if he felt his hands were dirty, and then he took out a yellow silk scarf from his arms and wiped his hands, then threw it down and turned his gaze to the guard in front. He walked forward, signaling to the guards to lead the way.
The guard was shocked, quickly came to his senses, and continued to lead the way forward.
Pan Yang, with disheveled hair, was imprisoned in the corner of the water prison. The iron cage was still placed in the water at this moment, and almost only Pan Yang's head was exposed above the water. His vicissitudes of life made him look more like a ghost.
The guard stood in front of Pan Yang's iron cage, turned around and bowed his head and said: "God, this is a conspiracy of heaven and earth!"
The god moved in front of Pan Yang, then stopped, looked down at Pan Yang, and sighed slightly.
Of course, Pan Yang knew that the god was coming. He raised his head and glanced at the god with a calm look. He didn't know whether he knew that the god would come, or he was ignoring life and death. He only lowered his head slightly weakly and shouted: "Pan Yang has seen the god!"
The god just asked with threat and regret: "Pan Yang, how are you feeling lately? Have you thought clearly?"
Pan Yang grinned, his swollen lips were like white paper, and his wrinkled face made people even more frightened. Facing the God's question, he only responded with pretense of awe: "Pan Yang is naturally afraid of the God. He is majestic, but he is helpless and not good at his studies, so he dare not speak nonsense.”
The flower god on the side heard this, smiled disdainfully, and then threatened Pan Yang: "Pan Yang, it seems that you are not very comfortable in this water prison. Do you want to go somewhere else to enjoy it for a few days?"
Pan Yang raised his eyes to look at the God of Flowers, smiled as calmly as a ghost, and responded: "The secrets of heaven and ghosts must be true, let alone the gods, how can I dare to hide it? Although the way of heaven is fixed, fate is unpredictable, and mortals can't believe it." Looking at the sky is like an ant looking at the moon. It is not easy to know one's fate, but how can one get a glimpse of the way of heaven?"
The god was naturally wary of Pan Yang's words, so he came to this water prison. He also knew that Pan Yang was pretending to be confused, but he didn't care. He smiled slightly, lowered his head and looked at Pan Yang, and then turned back to face The flower god said to the guard beside him: "You two go down."
When the flower god and the guard heard this, they both glanced at the god and understood what the god meant. They quickly bent down to salute and retreated.
Pan Yang had a special status, so he was locked in a corner of the water cell without any other prisoners around him.
After the flower god and the guards left, the god once again turned his attention to Pan Yang. The aura of aloof king was really intimidating, just like the god looking down on all living beings, ruthless and absolute, without too much nonsense. He just asked in a cold voice: "Where is this going?"
Pan Yang looked at the God. In his eyes, there was only an unseeable depth, and he slowly said: "Ming is hiding, and darkness is invisible. If one of them is broken, the power will not be there, and the situation will be clear."
