When a group of people heard Boss Mo shouting, they rushed forward with shouts and shouts, and wanted to beat Song Xin in a group. But before they had taken a few steps, they felt something hit their feet, and they all slipped on their backs. There was a groan in the cell.
The ground was filled with disgusting yellow water, and a bunch of people fell into it like a group of pigs wallowing in muddy soup. Song Xin frowned and lifted up the straw mat in front of him to block it in order to avoid being splashed on his clothes.
"Xiaoyu, you are so naughty." Song Xin knew that this was all the work of Xiaoyu and the two ghost soldiers.
"Let them bully you! Huh!" Xiaoyu snorted proudly.
"What's the fuss?" shouted someone from outside the cell. The prisoners who were struggling on the ground instantly became quiet. They fell silent one by one and crawled to the corner like mice to sit down.
A guard came over. Before he reached the door of the cell, he was caught off guard by the smell inside and hit his face. He was so disgusted that he vomited directly.
He endured the stench, stared at everyone in disgust, pinched his nose and scolded:
"You guys... damn, are you eating shit!!!"
Song Xin happened to be near the door. He turned around and replied: "Master Cha, this eldest brother went out to pay tribute. Unexpectedly, the bucket fell over and he was all dirty..."
The guard glanced at the ground and said disgustedly: "...a bunch of losers... pulling so much! You won't have anything to eat today!"
When the prisoners heard this, their expressions immediately became depressed. Some of them wanted to argue, but when they saw the ferocious look in the officer's eyes, they lowered their heads and did not dare to speak. They are all bosses in the prison cell, but outside the prison cell, the jailer is the boss.
But when they looked at Song Xin, they all wanted to eat him alive.
The prisoners were covered in grain-reincarnation products and stunk so much that they had no choice but to take off their clothes and throw them in the corner. However, in this cold winter, there was no heating in the cells, so they were as cold as chickens huddled together to keep warm. .
Boss Mo saw that Song Xin was wearing warm clothes and asked him for some clothes: "Boy, if you give me the clothes you are wearing, I won't care about what happened today. How about that?"
Song Xin stretched out his arms, "If you can take it, I will give it to you."
Mr. Mo winked, and a Chinese character strode up beside him. However, before taking two steps, he fell on his back with a plop. Not only did he feel pain all over the body, but he was also covered in yellow soup. Now, no one dared to approach Song Xin.
The two ghost soldiers, Huangpi and Bangu, each held a soul-catching scythe and stood within three steps of Song Xin. No matter who came over, they would be knocked down by them.
It's a pity that the prisoners don't have yin and yang eyes, so they can't see it at all.
"This kid has magic!" A prisoner shouted. It didn't matter. They were already naked and felt even colder.
Song Xin ignored them. With two ghost soldiers here, he could practice with peace of mind.
The sun sets and the cold moon rises. The cold wind brought the moonlight in through the small window of the cell. Most of the prisoners were naked and huddled together to keep warm.
And this cold wind blowing on Song Xin was as comfortable as a cool breeze on a hot summer day. After practicing for an hour, he felt comfortable and warm all over. When he opened his eyes again, he saw the prisoners huddled together and shivering. It was so funny that he couldn't help but smile.
"You bastard, are you smiling too much!? I might tear your mouth apart." One prisoner cursed.
"I can laugh whenever I want and tear my mouth apart? Hehe, you should try it." Song Xin retorted.
A patrolling officer heard the noise and came over and shouted impatiently: "What's the noise? What's the noise! If you make any more noise, I'll roll you off to sleep in the snow!" The prisoners seemed to have had their mimosa leaves touched. He shrank into a circle and didn't dare to speak anymore.
After a moment of silence, the guard came over, opened the lock with a bang, pointed at Boss Mo and said, "You, come out."
"Me? Master, what do you want me to do?" Boss Mo put on a flattering smile, completely losing his previous domineering look.
"What nonsense are you talking about? Come out quickly, someone is coming to visit the prison!"
"Okay!" Mr. Mo stood up with a smile, but he hesitated again. He was also afraid that he would fall down again when he walked out. What happened today was so weird.
Song Xin glanced at him, smiled and closed her eyes.
"Still not leaving!? What are you doing standing still!?" the guard urged impatiently. Boss Mo had no choice but to lean against the wall and bravely move to the door step by step. When he found that he didn't fall, he was just about to feel lucky when the guard suddenly scratched his ears. On his face.
"You bastard, you're so lazy!"
Boss Mo walked into the room where the officer lived. There stood a man, not tall, dressed as an officer, with his back to him.
"My lord..."
The man turned around, and Boss Mo felt that the most conspicuous thing was not his facial features, but the black mole with black hair on his face. If Song Xin were here, he would definitely recognize this person as his uncle Song Chou.
Song Chou seemed to notice the way Boss Mo looked at his mole, and Song Chou snorted in displeasure.
Boss Mo lowered his head in a hurry.
Song was so scandalous that the other party smelled so bad that he had to cover his nose with his hands.
"It stinks like hell. Did you come out of a pigsty?"
"Hey, sir, please call me, what are your orders?" Boss Mo took a step back, still looking at Song Chou with a smile.
"Have you seen the new kid in the cell today?"
Boss Mo was stunned and said hurriedly: "I've seen it, I've seen it."
"How are you doing? Do you still obey the rules?"
Boss Mo also often hangs out in the world. Seeing that this man seems to have some relationship with Song Xin, he rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "I wonder if he belongs to the Lord...?"
Song Chou said, "That's my nephew."
Boss Mo was immediately grateful that he had inadvertently avoided a big pit, and hurriedly said: "Don't worry, sir. The brothers in the same cell wanted to touch him, but I stopped them. This little brother is a talented person and has a very similar demeanor." My lord, I have advised him, but now it is just a moment of bad luck..."
Before he finished speaking, Song Chou interrupted him impatiently.
"I didn't ask this, please get up and speak."
Seeing Song Chou's bad expression, Boss Mo was even more confused. He had a look of confusion on his face. He had already made Song Xin look like a flower. Why did the other party still look dissatisfied? What's going on?
Song Chou said with a look of resentment: "Alas...although he is my nephew, he disrespects his parents. Although I have repeatedly warned him, he has not repented. Our clan has already expelled him. No." I thought that he didn't learn well when he got outside, and this time he actually worked as a spy for the enemy, causing my army to fail in the battle. As an uncle, I really can't bear to see him beheaded by military law, so I came to you for help and give him a happy life here. "
Boss Mo was even more confused. He thought he heard wrongly and asked again: "Looking for me...? What are you doing?"
Song Chou smiled faintly and took out a wine jar. Boss Mo thought he had seen it wrong and blinked with a questioning look.
Song Chou said: "As long as you let him drink the wine here, it will be regarded as giving him a ride for me. After the matter is completed, I can guarantee your acquittal and give you a sum of money to help you settle down and buy a house. You how about?."
Boss Mo was not stupid either. He rolled his eyes and felt something was wrong. Although he is not a good person, he can still distinguish between loyal and traitorous people. Song Xin didn't look like what the officer said at first glance. There must be something fishy here.
He thought to himself: "This man said he couldn't bear to see his nephew executed, but he let me kill him in prison. If I really did it, I would definitely be blamed in the end. But this man is an official, and I What should I do? This official’s two mouths will not just follow his words when the time comes, so what excuse can I make..."
Seeing Boss Mo's hesitation, Song Chou said with a serious face: "What do you think, do it or not? Don't you trust me?"
"The villain doesn't dare, the villain...just do as you are told...just..."
"It's just nothing, don't hesitate."
Boss Mo gritted his teeth and said, "This kid is a little weird..."
"How weird?"
"As soon as we get close to him, he will fall on his back. He must be a magician!"
How could Song Chou believe this? He squinted his eyes and whispered: "You can't handle such a trivial matter, and you still use such words to deceive me. If you don't want to, I can find someone else, but since you already know about this, don't gone back."
When Boss Mo heard this, he thought he wanted to kill himself to silence him. Tears streamed down his face instantly, and he immediately knelt down and said, "Sir, please spare my life. I am telling the truth. I will never deceive you, and my brothers in the same cell can all testify for me."
"Sir, look at the dirt on my body. It's because that kid used some magic method to make me dirty."
Song Chou was startled, "Is there really a magic method!?"
"Yes, as soon as we got closer, something seemed to hook our legs, making us unsteady."
"Humph, where is the magic trick? If you are willing to do it, then do it. If you don't want to, don't leave this room." Song Chou threatened again. He just wanted to get rid of Song Xin quickly. As for the magic trick, He doesn't believe it.
Boss Mo panicked even more, and in the end he could only agree repeatedly.
Song Chou nodded with satisfaction, pushed the small wine jar, took out a dagger and handed it to Mo Laodao: "You just need to take it to him to drink, stuff the dagger into his clothes, and the rest will be done by him." Just leave it to the officers."
Boss Mo took the wine pot and dagger, and Song Chou hurriedly ordered outside:
"Commander, come in."
"My lord, please give me your instructions."
Song Chou said: "For a while, no matter what happens in his cell, you don't want to interfere. Do you understand? After everything is over, you go and deal with it."
"The villain knows."
The officer naturally understood what they were going to do, but he didn't bother to ask, and he didn't dare to ask. There are many ways to prevent a person from dying abnormally in prison. Moreover, this person is still under Wei Xuan. How dare he, a little jailer, say even half a word more.
"Prepare charcoal fire and some clean clothes for him, and send him to rinse and rinse. It stinks to death." Song Chou ordered with a look of disgust before leaving.
