Xingqing City Dalao is located in the south of Xingqing, belonging to the lower reaches of the city and its location is remote. It contains all the criminals in Xingqing and high-ranking prisoners from all over Dayu. Although there are many people, the area is not large, and there are no water channels that are characteristic of Xingqing, making the environment dirty and messy.
The prison is divided into two layers: the inner layer is used to hold prisoners, and the outer layer is where prison soldiers live and execute executions.
The inner wall is low, made of red bricks, only two people high, and separates the prison from the outside living quarters of soldiers. The outer wall is the real obstacle. It is about three stories high and made of large bluestones. It is unknown how old it is. The surface is covered with wet moss and is always wet and greasy, making it impossible to climb.
The environment of the prison was very poor. The outer area where soldiers guarding the prison lived was slightly better, but the inner area where prisoners were held was even more unsightly. Due to the age, the drainage channels have been damaged, and the inner ground is full of silt and small puddles, which smells bad. The cells were covered with a thin layer of straw and were mostly empty. The air was dirty, cold and damp. If the conditions at home are good, you can also spend money to buy a high-quality cell, which has a small wooden bed and a pair of tables and chairs, but that's about it.
Living in a place like this is simply a kind of torture. Not only is the life boring, but the living environment is also poor. Generally, those with weak bodies can only live for three years, while those with strong bodies can live for about five or six years. Many people can't even wait in prison. The day he is released from prison, he will die.
Two men were detained next to Yu Qin. One of them had sunken eyes, his hair was messy and tangled, and his skin was lifeless and pale. He had been squatting in a small corner. Mosquitoes and flies were hovering around him. He didn't bother to chase them away. He just came in after Yu Qin was imprisoned. Shi raised his head and took a look, and then fell into a groggy sleep again, making harsh coughing sounds from time to time.
On the other side was a man who looked quite honest and honest. He was imprisoned for unknown crimes. He was not interested in how Yu Qin got in. He just looked at the small window in her cell that symbolized the prisoners on death row, and he was sincerely envious.
In prisons, the cells are also different. Only a few cells have a small window, and this small window is the representative of the death row prisoners. Life in Xingqing City Prison was so difficult that he had long wanted to commit suicide, but this was impossible. If the prisoner death rate is too high, it will make the performance of the prison officials look bad, so they will try their best to prevent prisoners from committing suicide.
The cell was surrounded by bare walls, and the only way to commit suicide was to hit the wall, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. In addition, even the meals are delivered uniformly with wooden spoons, so there is no way to commit suicide.
There is prosperity outside the high wall, but inside the high wall it is like a hell on earth. When singing and dancing are peaceful, no one cares about how a group of prisoners are living.
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At the only narrow front door of the prison, two soldiers were yawning and leaning on the bluestone wall covered with green moss. They were chatting with each other without saying a word to pass the time of vigil.
A soldier was talking nonsense, saying that when he went to drink wine last time, he met the oiran of that brothel. The oiran fell in love with him at first sight and offered himself a pillow. Of course he resolutely declined, but the oiran kept pestering him, which was really annoying.
Another soldier responded with a few words on the surface, but he sarcastically said in his heart: "Look at your ugly face, you are so ugly, you only married a fat woman when you were very old, and you still think about the oiran every day, I must be All the wages paid last month were spent on some little girl’s belly.”
At night, the torch at the door of the prison was very dim. The original soldier continued to boast wildly, and another soldier weakly agreed. This was the daily routine of the soldiers guarding the prison.
But tonight, this place is destined to be restless.
Sure enough, about two hours into the night, that is, at ten minutes in the middle of the night, the silhouette of a woman in white gradually appeared in the distance, walking towards the prison.
The woman in white has a delicate face, a delicate oval face, long and lively eyebrows, and a pair of pink and phoenix eyes that are slightly narrowed and blurred. Wearing a white robe is actually a robe, which not only does not attract dust, but also has a certain protective effect. Three thousand blue hairs are as long as her waist, and are gently tied with a white belt.
Zuo Qiu Is it convenient for the little girl to come and visit?"
The soldier with stern eyebrows and rat-eyed eyes was already fascinated, with a look of wretchedness on his face, and he kept saying: "Of course, of course, not to mention visiting relatives, even if the young lady wants to spend the night here, it is absolutely fine."
The other person still had some sense at least. He cursed the old pervert and said sternly: "Girl, please come back quickly. There is a rule that relatives are not allowed to visit at night. Come back tomorrow if you have something to do."
The bragging soldier was obviously a lustful person, vying to stand up for the beauty, and said unconvinced: "Am I the senior one or are you the senior one? What qualifications does a brat who has only been here a few days have to say anything? I can say yes!"
After saying that, he had a bad smile on his face and tried to hold her hand, but his smile suddenly froze and he fell straight down. A red thread came out of his chest, dancing happily, as if asking for credit.
Another person secretly thought that something was wrong. This woman was really not easy to mess with. He was about to scream, but was grabbed tightly by the throat by that delicate arm. It was so strong that he could not break away no matter what. His face quickly turned from red to white, and finally to blue. His hands and feet fluttered a few times and then stopped moving.
Zuo Qiuxun let go of his hand, quietly dealt with the two people at the door, and continued to move forward. The old pervert had deserved his death before, and the other man had some moral responsibilities, but it was a pity that he was destined not to survive tonight.
Huang Shan watched Zuo Qiuxun chatting with the two soldiers from a distance and was extremely anxious. After the two men were dead, he followed him and entered the outer layer through the door, signaling to Zuo Qiuxun that everything was going well.
He walked to the other side of the inner wall, away from the main entrance, and met Zuo Qiuxun's eyes. The two nodded. The inner wall that was only two people high was naturally not a problem for the monks. Zuo Qiuxun entered from the main entrance, and Huang Shan climbed over the wall from the side and jumped into the inner layer at the same time.
Inside the inner wall is Xingqing's prison. It is a huge building with three floors and an underground floor. There are thousands of small cells inside. Only a few have wooden bars and windows. Except for the main door, they are all made of bluestone. It's as solid as gold.
Zuo Qiuxun gathered his breath, suppressed his realm to the third level, and ran quickly towards the two soldiers guarding the main gate. The two soldiers only knew a little bit about sword skills and could not stop them at all. They just looked shocked and frightened. They hurriedly drew their swords and shouted: "Someone is attacking the main entrance! Someone is attacking..."
He cut the two men in two with a sharp sword. Without looking at the greasy blood all over the floor, he stepped forward and kicked the door. The prison door itself was not strong, and she could kick it open with one kick, but breaking into the prison was not her goal. She controlled her strength and kicked it first.
Dust shook off the door and fell on her little boots. There was a lot of stinking mud on the soles of the boots, and she frowned.
The sound of gongs and drums was immediately heard in the cell, followed by the sound of gongs and drums from the outer wall, subtle vibrations came from the ground, and the sound of close but chaotic footsteps entered the ears, followed by a hasty shout: "There is an intruder, gather quickly!"
Zuo Qiuxun turned a deaf ear and bowed down to dust off his boots first, then wiped off the mud on the soles of his boots with a stone, calmly and calmly.
After doing all this, she raised her head and glanced around. Several people had already arrived first and surrounded her.
A man dressed as a headhunter bared his teeth, raised his machete, and charged forward. The military boots kicked up large chunks of smelly mud and sewage on the ground, heading straight for the left hill, frightening her and taking a few steps back.
The catcher thought she was afraid, so he became even more confident and shouted proudly: "Death!"
The sword struck down, and she raised her sword to block it.
"Clang..." The sound of gold and stone colliding sounded, and the sword edge met the blade. The catcher was surprised to find that his hands were numb, and the shaking knife caused severe pain in his mouth. What was even more frightening was that there was a gap in the knife.
After all, ordinary iron is ordinary iron and cannot be compared with magic weapons.
Zuo Qiuxun didn't seem to be affected in any way. He bent down and struck the catcher's calf with a whip. Without looking at the catcher's fallen position, he took advantage of the situation and twisted his waist and slashed with his sword, causing his head to be separated.
The surrounding soldiers were stunned and dumbfounded. Qian Zhan, who had always been stronger than others, was killed in the first round.
Zuo Qiu Big, but with murderous intent on his face, he said in a cold voice: "I am looking for the dead, come forward!"
I learned this sentence from Xu Huaigu, but the majestic aura and murderous intent in it are unknown.
The soldiers looked frightened and took a few steps back. With the lessons learned from the past, they, the bastards, dare not act rashly. If you go up and die at this time, your death will be in vain and you will be scolded as an idiot.
Zuo Qiu Xun picked up his sword and threw the corpse of the head catcher into the mud that exuded a strange stench. He leaped with his sword and stepped on him, using the force to fly up the inner wall, his clothes fluttering.
I don’t know how many soldiers below were fascinated by it, and said in their hearts: "This is a true immortal..."
She didn't care about the surprised looks of the soldiers under the wall, she just sat down cross-legged, with the sword across her knees, her red phoenix eyes narrowed into a long line, and she glanced at the surrounding soldiers indifferently, her eyes like sharp swords.
Like a killing god.
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On the top floor of the prison, an old man finally opened his eyes and said to himself with a sneer: "Prisons are not peaceful these days. The little girl's meager moral conduct is so overestimating her abilities that she disturbs my practice."
The old man stood up. Although his beard and hair were all gray, his figure was majestic and tall, and he was not angry or intimidating. He looked at Zuo Qiuxun with disdain and said, "You're quite handsome, but it's a pity that I've always been so cruel."
