Wuming suppressed the excitement in his heart and asked, "Can you tell me anything else strange?"
After thinking hard for a long time, Ah San was just about to say something, "Gu~" His stomach suddenly remembered the growl. Ah San scratched his head and chuckled: "I was originally hungry and couldn't sleep because I didn't eat enough. I was just standing at the door looking outside." Seeing this, Wuming quickly took out a barbecued leg from the Qiankun bag and handed it over through the window.
At this time, Ah San could only think about where Wuming's barbecued legs came from, and grabbed the barbecued meat with his big hands. Although Wuming put the barbecued meat in the Qiankun bag in case of emergencies, and it was already cold, but Ah San's If you've been hungry for a long time, you won't care so much, so you start eating.
"Turn around!" At this time, there was a sound of footsteps and rustling sounds from the other side of the corridor. Wuming's eyes shrank, "It's Cha Ye who's coming! Hide quickly!" Ah Sanyi Listening to the voice, he knew that although Wuming was wearing the clothes of a jailer, he must have sneaked in, so he quickly asked Wuming to find a place to hide. He also threw his legs aside and quickly went to bed and pretended to be asleep.
Wuming quickly went to a corner at the end of the corridor and hid his body in the darkness.
When the jailer who checked the night left from another corner, Wuming secretly groped towards Asan's cell.
Before Wuming arrived at Ah San's room, he heard a slight sound. Wuming looked and realized that it was Ah San tapping the window lightly with his fingers.
It seemed that Ah San was afraid that Wuming wouldn't be able to find his cell, so he wanted to make some noise to attract Wuming's attention. Wuming was dumbfounded, but he didn't expect that Ah San was quite interesting.
Wu Ming also wanted to give him another roast leg, but Ah San refused. He raised the meat leg that he had thrown away earlier and laughed.
The jailer wanted to enter the cell during the night check, so he couldn't hide the things on the bed. He could only throw them on the floor and pray that the jailer wouldn't look there.
Fortunately, the jailer didn't look at the ground carefully and just let him pass by.
Although the ground is not clean, Ah San has lived in this prison without enough food and clothing, so he will not dislike the food that fell on the ground. On the contrary, in his opinion, it is a rare thing. delicious.
Of course, this has nothing to do with Wuming's craftsmanship. Even if it's cold, it's still more delicious than many of the royal chefs in the palace.
"Let me tell you, warden, you know, right? He is the biggest official and the highest status in the prison today, but there are often people in black clothes coming to this prison. The warden actually follows those people like a dog. Those expressions on the face behind it can be called flattery." Ah San finished eating the barbecue leg in his hand and was satisfied. He threw the bone at the foot of the wall and talked to Wuming about his strange things.
"Men in black?" Wuming is very sensitive to the word "men in black". He will never forget that night, when the bloody snake flew into the sky and the bloody moonlight illuminated the earth. Those men in black were him. A nightmare for a long time.
"Can you tell me more about the characteristics of those men in black?" Wuming wanted to confirm whether those men in black were the people from the Blood God Sect he was looking for.
"Hmm... I couldn't see very clearly in the cell. The nails of those people seemed to be black, but a little red?" Ah San tried hard to recall what he saw when the man in black passed by his door. At that time, the exposed hands of the man in black were very pale, and the contrast with the black clothes was very obvious, but he was a little unsure, because no normal person has black nails.
Wuming was determined in his heart. He was almost certain that he was a member of the Blood God Sect. This Tianlao really was harboring someone from the Blood God Sect!
"Then what, can you give me and my sister a message when you go out?" Ah San said hesitantly.
"You tell me." Ah San had said so many things to him just now, so Wuming naturally wouldn't refuse.
"After you go out, go to Hulu Alley and ask where Liu Wuhua is. That's my little sister. Tell her that your brother said he doesn't regret going to jail to save you. You don't have to blame yourself. There was a bully who wanted to belittle her before. , when I arrived, that bitch was already taking off my sister’s clothes, so I picked up a brick and slapped the bastard on the head with each brick. Unexpectedly, the guy couldn’t resist and died all of a sudden.” Speaking of this, Ah San was filled with hatred. He did not regret going to jail for beating the bully to death, but blamed himself for not running faster and making his sister afraid.
Wuming heard this and knew that the Ah San in front of him was also a temperamental person. Because his sister was being scorned, he beat the bully to death and was arrested and imprisoned. He still thinks about his sister to this day.
"How many years have you been sentenced?" Wuming asked.
"More than five years, but I'm afraid I won't live to get out of the prison. I don't know when I will be like those people who can't come back. I don't know where I went." Ah San said with a hint of tone. He sighed, he had asked Wuming to give his sister a message earlier because he was afraid that he would never see his sister again.
Ah San's original name was Liu Sanshui, and he was born and raised in the capital of Yanhuang. His parents died when he was young, and he and his sister depended on each other. Finally, they both grew up, but when his sister happened to something like that, he was also imprisoned. Although In such an environment, what he missed most was his sister.
"Don't worry, I won't let you be like those who were taken away, but I will definitely bring you there." Wuming said to Ah San, he would go straight to the Blood God Sect's hiding place tonight, Let the people here not die in vain because of the Blood God Cult.
Although Wuming sympathizes with Ah San's experience, he will not help him escape from prison, because this is the law of a mortal country, and Ah San did kill someone.
"Thank you." Ah San thanked Wu Ming.
"You're welcome. You told me what I wanted to know. We don't owe each other." After finishing speaking, Wuming left.
Before leaving, Wuming asked Ah San if he knew where the warden was. It was a pity that Ah San saw the warden walking in front of him, but he didn't know how to go after that in the prison, so he could only point Wuming in the direction the warden walked past him.
The scene changed, and Wuming followed Ah San's guidance and groped forward in the dark prison passage. His fingers touched the wall lightly, feeling the coldness and roughness of the stone wall. The air around him was filled with damp and musty smells, and occasionally a mouse scurried past his feet, causing him to shiver.
He seemed to have entered a maze, turning one corner after another, feeling a little confused. However, he knew that he could not give up. The warden was his key target. Only by finding him could he reveal the Blood God Cult's conspiracy.
Finally, after passing through a long and winding passage, Wuming saw a faint light ahead. He felt happy and walked forward quickly.
I saw a door built into the wall with a sign saying Warden's Room.
After looking around to the left and right, Wuming gently knocked on the wooden door. Although he could easily break open the wooden door, the noise caused would most likely attract the patrolling guards around and make things worse. It won't do him any good.
"Who is it?" An impatient voice sounded in the warden's room. Zhao Guang got up from the bed angrily and scratched his head that had no hair. He thought that the hair was all because these subordinates refused to let anyone save it. My heart is completely broken. You can't let anyone sleep in the middle of the night. There are so many people and you can't even see the prisoner?
When Zhao Guang opened the door, he found a young man wearing a jailer's uniform, but he was sure he didn't know this person, and he couldn't remember when the Tianlao had hired a jailer with this appearance.
"Are you..." Before Zhao Guang could finish asking, Wuming put a hand towards Zhao Guang's mouth and covered Zhao Guang's mouth with his hand. He also arrived in the warden's room and leaned back on his heels. , the door closed suddenly.
Zhao Guang was a little confused at this time. What happened? A jailer covered his mouth and then he came in? As the boss of Tianlao, Zhao Guang was usually very afraid of him. It was impossible for someone to do such a bold thing. He realized that this was not from Tianlao, but a fake!
Just as he was about to break free from Wuming's control, he saw Wuming hitting him several times. Zhao Guang felt that his body had lost consciousness, and only his head could move in his body.
"Who are you? What kind of magic did you use? I tell you, if you attack me, someone will avenge me!" At this moment, Zhao Guang no longer had his usual calmness, and now he looked extremely panicked.
What Wuming just used was an acupuncture method mentioned in the explanation of acupuncture points left by his master. It can make the whole body stiff and unable to move. For practitioners, the spiritual energy in the body can be used to move through the muscles and veins. Control, and for mortals there is nothing you can do about it.
"No more nonsense, where are the people from the Blood God Cult?" Wuming's voice was very cold. For those who were with the Blood God Cult, he wanted to kill them quickly. If he hadn't kept this person, he would still have to question him. , I'm afraid Zhao Guang's head is already on the ground at this time.
"How do you know about the Blood God Sect! Are you here for them?" Zhao Guang was really panicking at this moment. Originally, he wanted to bring out the Blood God Sect's people to intimidate Wuming, but he didn't expect that Wuming was coming for the Blood God Sect. , if this is the case, then there is no possibility for him to save his life.
At this time, Wuming noticed something seemed to be in Zhao Guang's mouth, and thought something bad in his heart. As soon as his hand reached his mouth, he saw dark red blood flowing out of Zhao Guang's mouth.
Zhao Guang knew that he would die if he didn't tell the Wuming Blood God's people where they were, and he might die if he told them, but his wife and children would not be made things difficult for them by the people above.
Therefore, Zhao Guang chose to commit suicide to save Wu Ming from having any other means. Just this acupuncture technique frightened him.
Wuming was stunned. He didn't expect that Zhao Guang would be so decisive and die immediately. This gave him a headache.
Wuming had no choice but to search the warden's room to see if Qiji could find any clues.
"Um, what is this?" Wuming squatted down, looked at the traces of movement on the ground, and turned to look at the bookcase beside him.
