When eating, there are meals brought by the prison boss. Although the taste is not delicious, there are vegetables, meat, and even two ounces of old wine. Bai Lang said that he would give Lao Li Tou money after he left, but Lao Li Tou shook his head and said that he was treating the guests. He also said that he would not be able to treat Bai Lang to a drink at another time.
To rest, there are specialized people who provide massage. The technique is said to be derived from a rare grappling technique on the market. Although Bailang didn't take it seriously at first, after letting the other party press it a few times, he immediately squinted his eyes and started enjoying it. The secret path is great.
If you want to practice cultivation, let alone your own prison cell. People in the neighboring cells do not dare to make any noise. If you fart loudly, you risk being beaten by fellow prisoners around you. Everything is to give Bai Zhentang a comfortable practice environment.
To be honest, this extreme humility is rarely seen outside the dungeon. The identity of Bailangzhentang is obviously magnified several times due to the special environment.
Bailang didn't want to change the rules in the prison. He knew that no one would think you were kind, but instead would think you were ridiculous and stupid. For the villains and bastards here, brutality and suppression are a must, and there is no need to pity these guys. Here, who, including Bai Lang, can be called a "good person"?
"How did you get in?" Since he couldn't practice and rest all the time, Bailang sat on the haystack and chatted with the people around him with a smile.
Hanniu smiled and said first that he had a conflict with someone in the East Market a few days ago and accidentally broke the person's arm. Someone from the yamen came and asked him whether he should pay the money or go in and stay for a few days. He chose the latter without even thinking about it. And this is the third time he has come in.
In addition to Han Niu, there are a few people from the knife shop in the prison, but they are all street wanderers and they are all minor troubles. The worst thing is that you get slapped when you come in, but it's not time to be exiled or have your head chopped off. You can get out in ten days at most.
In addition to the people in the knife shop, there are also more gangsters and thieves on the street.
Not to mention gangsters, he spends his days doing nothing but teasing cats and dogs, doing a lot of fighting, extortion, and petty theft. Sometimes I would even drink some wine and go to Yuhua Street to have sex with the girls on the street. It was common to be beaten up or sent to the Yamen. Many people who went too far or offended people they didn't want to offend were sent to the frontier to carry rocks.
The thief focuses on one line of work. Either pickpockets, robbers, or even flower thieves. And the thieves who broke into the city and were caught.
The last type of person is a person who is a good citizen but ends up impulsively doing something wrong, causing serious injury or death. People like this usually don't survive, and being in prison is the most boring thing. Hiding in a corner, sick and waiting to die.
Bailang looked around for a while and found that the most popular people here were the people from the knife shop, followed by the wandering thieves, then the gangsters, and finally the petty thieves. The lowest level is the flower thief among the little thieves. He is like a sandbag. He can punch anyone. It is not uncommon for anyone who dares to resist to be beaten to death in prison. The cell boss won't care. He just drags the body away and buries it in a mass grave outside the city.
After chatting for a while, Bai Lang found that there were not many talented people among these people. It's just that the things these guys are good at cannot be put on the surface. Even the flower picker who was beaten up by everyone has the ability to mix his own fragrance.
Seeing that Bailang was so talkative, he didn't look like the tough and difficult-to-reach people in the knife studio. Maybe it's because Bai Zhentang is young?
The prison is full of people who are just chasing snakes and following the stick. Bai Lang is not a small role outside. The status of a town hall is definitely famous in Yongchuan City. Normally it would be impossible to strike up a conversation with this kind of person, so isn't this a great opportunity to become familiar with him?
So Bailang made a start, and the rest was in the prison, and even the prisoners in the next few cells introduced themselves non-stop.
Bailang could tell that apart from some of these people simply wanting to become familiar with each other, most of them hoped that Bailang would fall in love with them and be drawn closer to the knife shop.
Onlookers such as Hanniu, who were already in the knife studio, sneered and looked at these people who wanted to get close to the knife studio with disdain. These people are not clean at all, and they are all slick and they still want to enter a knife shop? Dream on! Bai Zhentang really got dizzy when he saw it.
The knife studio has its own rules, and potential and foundation are the two most important points. And which of these people in the prison is not someone who has been wallowing in the mud outside for a long time? This kind of person's mind has been messed up for a long time, and the knife shop will not accept it no matter what. This is also the key to maintaining the purity of the knife shop, and it is also a way to strictly limit the size of its own manpower. Otherwise, if there are too many people in the knife hall, what will the city lord's palace think? That's going to cause big trouble.
However, Han Niu and others were half right. Bailang really couldn't get anyone here to enter the knife studio. Because that's absolutely against the rules. But it would be wrong to say that Bailang didn't like these people at all. Bailang saw in these people another kind of life circle hidden under the surface. Although I had often heard about it before, this time it was direct contact. It made a big difference to Bailang's feelings, and even gave him an idea that he had never had before. He thought he might be able to use it.
The conversation lasted until late at night. Bai Lang began to practice with his eyes closed, and other prisoners did not dare to disturb him anymore. They each found a place to sit or huddle up. Fortunately, it was much warmer a few feet underground than on the ground, so even though it was cold at night, it wasn't unbearable.
Bailang was the only one who didn't sleep in the prison. He was subconsciously aware of his surroundings while practicing.
Suddenly, a chill came over, like a gust of cold wind, which caused the temperature in the prison to drop a lot. It was even possible to hear some half-asleep prisoners shrinking closer together, and even a few of them sticking together to keep each other warm.
"Hehe, aren't you doing well in the knife shop? Why were you caught here?"
A voice rang out from Bai Lang's mind, and then he opened his eyes suddenly and saw the familiar figure in a white dress hovering no more than four feet in front of him.
Female ghost Lingyu!
However, the environment here made Bailang dare not speak.
"Don't be nervous, they don't have the natural yin and yang eyes like you, so they won't notice my existence. And I'm using my umbrella to talk to you now, and you can also communicate with me in your head."
"Ah? Is that so?" Bailang was stunned at first, then tried it and felt that it was too much beyond imagination.
"That's right. That's it."
"How is this done?"
"I said, it's the Yin Umbrella you rely on. I am the controller of the Yin Umbrella, and you are the actual refiner of the Yin Umbrella. The Yin Umbrella has absorbed a lot of your spiritual energy before, and has also developed a partial connection with you. So. Using the umbrella as a bridge, we can communicate with pure consciousness. Isn't it amazing?"
