Looking at the appearance of Han San and the jailer, he was surprised.

It's like something important has happened.

After Han San went out, a black-clothed messenger came, and Han San respectfully took a large number of scrolls from the messenger's hand.

"Are the rules clear?" said the black-clothed messenger indifferently.

Han San nodded and bowed, very respectful, "Clear, clear"

"If things are messed up, the master will ask you for the blame, and you should know very well the master's methods. ”

Han San promised, "Yes, yes, my subordinates know what to do." ”

The black-clothed messenger didn't look at him, and then quickly left, hiding in the night.

Han San held the scroll and wiped the sweat from his forehead, every time he talked to the messenger, he was always inexplicably nervous, I don't know if it was because of his master, or because he was more bullying and afraid of evil.

The jailer came and cared about Han San, "Third Master, the envoy is here, is there anything good for you?" After following Han San for so long, he still knows Han San a little, Han San always thinks about promotion every day, and is no longer willing to be just a little head who governs prisoners.

Every time the envoy came, Han San was respectful, and he would be flattered as much as he wanted, but every time the envoy couldn't listen to him, what should he do.

Han San turned his head and glared at him, just worried that he had nowhere to vent his fear just now, when he saw the jailer coming, he finally found a person to vent to, and when he landed, he kicked it over, "It's a good thing!"

The jailer was very aggrieved, but he didn't dare to say a word, so he had to bear it silently and step aside.

Seeing that the sky was about to dawn, Han San returned to the newly entered cell with a pile of picture scrolls in his arms. The jailer followed bitterly, and came to a relatively large empty hall in the middle of the cell, where Han San summoned three jailers.

He laid out the picture scrolls in his hand one by one on the square table, and looked at them slowly, there were a total of twenty picture scrolls, a total of twenty people, and the life of the portrait was also marked at the bottom right of the picture scroll.

After looking at it for a while, Han San felt that it was not enough to call the three jailers, so he called two more.

"Take these scrolls and go in with you to check them. ”

Han Sanyi took the lead and took the lead.

The jailer behind him was holding four picture scrolls by himself, and every time Han San passed by a cell, he would take a look at the picture scrolls, and then look at the people in the cell.

Thirty cells, divided into two rows of opposites, a row of fifteen, Lan Shengxue was assigned to the middle position.

When Han San was checking the No. 3 cell on the left, he suddenly stopped, looked at every portrait of the jailer behind him, and then looked at the people in the prison, he waved his hand and said coldly, "Come on, drag him out and feed the wolf!"

Letting the people in cell No. 3 struggle and scream didn't help.

Lan Shengxue was extremely puzzled, what were they investigating?

Immediately, Han San walked to his cell, still following the usual practice, looking at the portrait first, and then at her.

Thinking that there was no problem, Han San continued to investigate, and just kept checking back and forth, and a total of ten people were dragged out to feed the wolves.

When the jailer holding the portrait began to walk out, Lan Shengxue caught a glimpse of the small pebble in the corner of the wall, which had fallen off from the wall, she picked one up, and when the jailer passed by her cell, she used all her strength to flick it towards the knee of one of the jailers at the end.