Mo Fan stretched out his left hand and placed it on the special metal cell door made of stainless steel.

After a while, I saw that the special metal cell door made of stainless steel suddenly turned red, and then silently changed shape, and finally fell softly to the ground.

Flame God Pattern!

No matter how strong this metal prison door was, it would inevitably melt under the extreme heat caused by the Divine Pattern Flame.

Mo Fan silently walked in front of Shanhe and was silent for a long time.

At this time, a rush of footsteps came, but it was Ji Chongwen panting and finally followed.

Not long after Ji Chongwen arrived, Captain Zhang Tingfeng also dragged his seriously injured body and rushed over.

But whether it was Ji Chongwen or Captain Zhang Tingfeng, the two stopped together, and they didn't dare to get too close at all.

Previously, at the gate of the prison, Mo Fan had already been angry once, and they were seriously injured in an instant.

Even Ji Chongwen, his own person, was shocked by coercion because he was too close to Mo Fan, his hands and feet trembled, and he almost suffocated to death.

At this moment, the space in front of them was almost frozen, and even if they were standing in their position from a distance, they could still clearly feel that a terrifying coercion enveloped the entire Praetorian Guard prison.

This is obviously more terrifying than the coercion just now, at this time, if any of them dare to go over, they will definitely be tired of living and looking for death.

"Shanhe, I'm back, your family, and my sister Shanhu, everything is fine with them, you don't have to worry anymore. ”

Finally, Mo Fan spoke.

But the tone is as if you are chatting with a friend, how strange it sounds.

Please, it's clearly a dead man, is there anyone talking to a dead man?

Also, compared to the angry shot outside the prison just now, Mo Fan at this time was really calm, which was very abnormal.

Ji Chongwen looked at Captain Zhang Tingfeng, with that puzzled look, Captain Zhang Tingfeng still didn't understand what he meant? He could only smile bitterly and shook his head.

How could Zhang Tingfeng, the dignified captain of the North Gate of the Praetorian Guard, not even be able to distinguish between the dead and the living? He was 100 percent sure that that person was dead, and he had been dead for a long time.

But if this person is really dead, who is Mo Fan talking to?

Ji Chongwen suddenly shuddered secretly, and Zhang Tingfeng, who also reacted, couldn't help but turn pale, and then stared at Mo Fan in the cell in front of him in disbelief.

Could it be that this new vice-commander can still communicate yin and yang, and talk to the souls of the dead?

If this was someone else, Captain Zhang Tingfeng might still be a little suspicious, but this new deputy commander is too powerful, and it seems that he may not be able to do it.

"It's time for us to go!"

Suddenly, Mo Fan whispered.

didn't wait for Ji Chongwen and Captain Zhang Tingfeng to react to what they meant, but saw that Mo Fan suddenly picked up Shanhe's body, and then walked out of the prison and quickly passed by Captain Zhang Tingfeng.

At the moment when the two of them passed by, I don't know if it was a psychological effect, Zhang Tingfeng vaguely felt a slight pause at Mo Fan's feet, and then, he only felt like he was falling into an ice cave, his breathing was stagnant, and his body couldn't move at all.

Fortunately, this terrifying feeling was only for a moment, but just like that, Zhang Tingfeng was still scared into a cold sweat, as if he had just been fished out of the water, and then he went limp, panting violently.

"My lord, shall we chase?

That person is a serious offender, if he is taken away like this, how can we explain it to the above?

Moreover, even if you are the deputy commander, you can't ignore our North Gate Guards like this. ”

After a while, a small soldier guarding the prison ran over, and while quickly supporting the captain Zhang Tingfeng, he reminded with a dissatisfied face.

The rules in the Praetorian Guard are quite strict, and a prisoner like Shanhe who has committed a major crime, even if he is dead, the corpse cannot be taken away, otherwise, the upper side will only hold the North Gate Praetorian Guard accountable.

However, before the soldier finished speaking, a slap landed on his face.

Syllable!

The little soldier blushed and swollen his face, staggered a few steps, and almost flew out without vomiting blood.

Captain Zhang Tingfeng gasped, barely able to stand on his own, and then glared at the little soldier angrily, and pointed to the deformed stainless steel cell door on the ground with one hand.

"Chase, what to chase?

See this? This is the result of the Deputy Commander-in-Chief's bare hands.

If you think you can make it stronger than this special steel door, you can try it yourself. ”

The little soldier covered his red and swollen face and looked stupidly at the stainless steel door that had fallen to the ground not far away, and was completely deformed.

Others don't know how powerful this steel special cell door is, but their little soldiers who specialize in guarding prisoners are very clear.

From a petty official who does not have the slightest cultivation power to a famous god-level existence, once you are caught here, close the prison door, even if you have great ability, don't want to break through the prison door and escape.

But now, right in front of his eyes, how could it be possible that this so-called strongest prison door had been broken by someone with his bare hands?

Xiao Bing was only in charge of guarding the cell, and he was not qualified to greet Mo Fan outside with Captain Zhang Tingfeng just now, and he didn't know Mo Fan's terrifying strength at all.

But now, the little soldier was directly frightened and couldn't say a word.

"If you don't want to die, just remember it for me, Shanhe This person's body was taken away by the deputy commander, no matter who asks, don't reveal half a word.

If you can't control your mouth, no one will be able to save you. ”

Glancing at the little soldier who was stunned there, Captain Zhang Tingfeng couldn't help but remind a few words after all.

The little soldier who finally reacted nodded busily, but the panic and horror in his eyes could not be erased no matter what.

At the door of Mo Fan's room, Ji Chongwen was hesitating and didn't know whether to go in, but at this moment, Mo Fan's voice suddenly came from inside, with only two words.

"Come in!"

Ji Chongwen was slightly stunned, then hurriedly and carefully pushed open the door and walked in.

saw that in the room, Mo Fan was sitting there alone, frowning and silent.

But the strange thing is that the body of the young pavilion master of the mountains and rivers that was just brought out is gone.

But Ji Chongwen didn't ask much, but stood aside silently.

"Find a way to check it out, and count the list of all the people who have been to the North Gate Janissary in the past few days and give it to this seat.

Remember, this list must not reveal anyone, no matter who that person is!"

Finally, Mo Fan spoke.

It's just that when he heard this order, Ji Chongwen's heart suddenly tightened, and then, he looked at Mo Fan suspiciously.

"My lord, what do you mean, the young pavilion master of Shanhe did not commit suicide, but someone went to the prison to kill him?"

In the Imperial Palace, all kinds of eyeliner emerge in an endless stream, and it is almost impossible to completely conceal one thing, and there is always a time when someone 'accidentally' sees it.

Especially in a sensitive place like the North Gate Guard Prison, who has been there and when he has been there, as long as you check it carefully, it will definitely not be difficult to find out.

(End of chapter)