The dungeon was filled with a dull rotten odor. The prisoners wrapped in linen lay limply on the straw pile. Black and red blood stains formed hard lumps on the cloth. At first glance, they looked like rotting corpses.
The door lock clicked a few times. Hearing the noise, he moved his eyes. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a ray of light extending on the dirty ground with the "squeaking" sound of the door being pushed. A pair of white soap bars with moire satin finish The boots slowly came to him.
"Li Chaoxian, thirty-six years old, was imprisoned for openly raping a girl on the street. But is it you?" The visitor's voice was deep and rough, as if two pieces of sandpaper were rubbing in his throat.
The prisoner looked up with difficulty. The other person's thin figure was vaguely outlined in the dim light. His face was immersed in the shadows and it was difficult to distinguish, but the side of his waist facing the light clearly had a yin-yang fish shape hanging on it. forbidden steps. He was stunned, and suddenly he rolled down from the haystack like a drowning man seeing driftwood. He endured the pain of tearing his skin and crawled toward the cell door with difficulty——
"Immortal... Immortal... you are finally here!" His hands were finally firmly on the wooden pole of the cell door, and tears trickled down from his blood-red eyes with rotten eyelashes. He was in his thirties. The tall and strong man cried out in horror, "Immortal, Immortal, please let these blind people let me out! They are all crazy. They must say that I have offended someone who shouldn't be offended. What is this?" What a lie?! Those little bastards have never had an ancestor from the inner sect up to the fifth or sixth generation! My great uncle is a man of gold..."
He suddenly fell silent and could only make a "ho ho" struggle in his throat.
"Be careful what you say." The other party said indifferently, "Zhenzhen has told you time and time again that things should be handled quietly. It would be better for you to dare to do such a thing with such arrogance. You wish the whole city knew who wanted the cauldron. You have ruined Zhenzhen's business. For your reputation, you don’t need to be punished by the people in the yamen. Be careful that the real person cleans up your family first."
The prisoner nodded in panic, and the next moment he felt the spell sealed on his mouth being released.
"Speaking of which, you asked for it yourself. If you are looking for a furnace cauldron, you will find a furnace cauldron, but you still can't control the two taels of meat underneath. You are teasing the girl and teasing her in front of another Yuanying Daoist. The Daoist and her are only in the same realm at most. This is not true. No wonder he couldn't protect you." The visitor shook his head, dropped a small porcelain bottle on the ground, and rolled to the prisoner's side.
"If you are sensible, just kill yourself. A cultivator in the Nascent Soul Realm is not something that a mortal ant can despise. I didn't teach you that it would be a mercy to disappear into ashes. If you surrender to it, at least it won't be so painful."
The prisoner stared at the porcelain bottle on the ground in disbelief. His eyes moved upward, past the stained brocade clothes, and he stretched his neck. The face of the visitor was always blurred.
"Immortal... I, I can't understand what you mean..." He shook his head desperately, because the movement was too big, and bright red blood seeped out from under the linen, "What are you teasing the real Yuanying... How many times have I walked in the city? Nian, how can you not even have the eyesight to distinguish between immortals and mortals?! This is definitely not my doing, please explain to the immortals!!"
"Oh, really?" The other party seemed to smile, "Then you mean they made a mistake, or was someone framed?"
"I was unjustly accused -" the prisoner refused to admit with tears streaming down his face.
The visitor seemed to be silent for a moment, "My time is precious, you'd better pray that you're not lying."
He rolled his sleeves and turned to leave.
"Excuse me, Immortal, but this matter is related to the face of a real Nascent Soul. I'm afraid it's difficult for me to disclose the details..." In the government office of the city, the captain of the guard who knows the "ins and outs" best is very embarrassed.
Under the fence, the thin man in white expressed his understanding warmly, "Indeed, then I will resign first."
"Where is it!" The captain of the guard felt relieved. This messenger of Jinguang Zhenren was surprisingly easy to talk to. "I'll see you off, senior." He stretched out his hand to lead the other person out of the door, but his wrist was caught unexpectedly, and he didn't have time to react. , a slight numbness like an electric shock has entered the meridians.
"Look at me——" The man in white Shi Shiran let go.
The captain of the guard looked up numbly, and saw a corner of the fence blown by the draft. The eyes hidden by the white gauze were full of complicated dark lines. He only glanced at it, and the past events in his mind were spinning back and forth like a kaleidoscope. The Christmas Eve many days ago was brought to his eyes. The man in white looked through his eyes and saw the woman in white clothes and white skirt. She slowly came from the roof. Falling, slightly curled hair dancing in the night wind.
The man raised his eyebrows in surprise, now it was interesting...
