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There are so many things in the world that to put it bluntly, it's just a farce. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The sea rises and falls, the lovers are separated, the country rises and falls, and it's just a farce.

The reason is very simple, but there are only two kinds of people left who can really figure it out, one is the crazy person who is mentally disordered, and the other is the poor person who is cynical and has reached a dead end.

"Hahahaha!"

A voice echoed in the prison, laughing, mad, scolding.

"Why are you looking for death?"

The jailer, with a keychain around his waist, opened the door and kicked the scarred prisoner lying on the ground several times without saying a word.

But the prisoner was still laughing, uncontrollable, unable to stop.

"I'll make you laugh!"

There is no reason for the incident, in the eyes of the jailer, the prisoner can be taken and taken, no matter what the reason is, he will be beaten first.

After five breaths, the laughter in the cell stopped.

The prisoner was knocked unconscious, and in order to prevent the prisoner from having to get nervous after waking up, the jailer deliberately tied the prisoner's hands and feet and stuffed a ball of rags taken from the prisoner's body in his mouth.

He walked out of the cell door, the unhappiness on his face still heavy.

"If it weren't for Lao Zhu's care, hum!"

After a prison escape a few months earlier, the prison guards conducted a major search of the prison's cells at the behest of the county magistrate, purging all prisoners who were inclined to escape.

No one would willingly be locked up in this dark place, and that purge directly washed away more than half of the prisoners in prison.

The prison is empty.

"Woo ......"

The prisoner soon woke up after a violent beating, and he tried to make a sound, or to wail or laugh, but to no avail, and only let out a whimper of unknown meaning.

Outside, a full moon had risen in the sky, and through the rudimentary window in the cell wall, the moonlight poured onto the prisoners.

He suddenly stopped all struggling and whimpering, and instead looked at the moon in a daze, like a demon.

It's late at night, it's late autumn at this time, and the moon of late autumn is like frost.

As white as frost, as cold as frost, and as white as frost.

"Ten miles of Pinghu is full of frost, and every inch of green silk is sad. Look at each other for the moon-shaped, only envy the mandarin duck and not the immortal. ”

The verses that had never been forgotten were carved into the bones, and the prisoner suddenly wept, and the tears flowed like a fountain.

During the day's torture, he had already shed too much blood and sweat, and the only thing he had replenished into his body during the day was only half a pot of water, and he could not put it out, and he could not shed more tears.

He looked at the moon for a long, long time, until the moon shadow moved to the wall and he couldn't see it again.

He tried to move his body and change the angle, but his hands and feet were tied, and he was seriously injured, and he didn't move for a long time, but instead used up the little physical strength he had left.

Lying on his back, he could not see the moon, but the moonlight could still shine into the cell, and by the moonlight he began to look at the place he was in for the first time.

A prison, three walls, the wall is pitch black, the moonlight is hazy, and it is difficult to distinguish it.

This is true for every wall.

"I've been here. ”

Something suddenly occurred to him.

Yes, he'd been here before, but there were other people in this cell the last time he was here.

An old man once saw through the warmth and coldness of the world here, and supported him with what he wrote in his life.

Zhuge Wolong.

"I escaped from here. ”

Yes, he had escaped, but he wasn't alone.

A man of all means accomplished all this with him with a different purpose.

Mo Ye.

"I'm back here again. ”

Yes, he's back here, but this time he's alone.

No one will come to his rescue, no one will be with him anymore, and no one will even know his identity.

He must not reveal his identity, or there is no second way waiting for him except to die.

He is Ning Caichen, the former prime minister.

The rebels wanted to kill him, but the new emperor could not tolerate him.

The fire in Kyoto failed to burn him, and he slipped away very cleverly when he received the news beforehand, but he slipped away too hastily and didn't have anything with him. When he arrived in Youzhou, he encountered an official errand, and the other party arrested him with a vague wanted warrant.

The prison in Youzhou took him in again, just like the last time.

"I can't get out. ”

No one will come to his rescue, and no one will even know that he is here.

The secret passage under this cell had also been blocked, and he had personally confirmed this that day.

He can't get out, and his unjust death in prison may be his final end.

Unless a miracle happens.

He had already witnessed so many miracles in his life, and perhaps even spent all the money in the next life, and he no longer believed that he would encounter miracles again long before he left Kyoto.

Because the 'miracle' he had been praying for there had abandoned him.

"Xiao Qian......"

He muttered her name in his heart, and gradually fell asleep.

On his face, there was a serene expression.

……

"Good harvest. ”

Standing on the mass grave, there were six wooden stakes at Mo Ye's feet, and the craters and corpses everywhere showed that the ghost resources here had been depleted.

"That's enough. ”

100,000 points, no more than no less, like a coincidence, like a restriction, a warning.

"Let's get down to business first. ”

As he went deeper and deeper into the 'Ruthless Sword' or 'Ruthless Dao', Mo Ye's body had an indescribable sense.

This sense is not the eye, it cannot see, it is not the ear, it cannot hear, this sense is not the nose, it cannot smell. But it is especially above all three.

It can see things that it can't see, it can hear sounds that its ears can't hear, and it can smell things that its nose can't smell.

Just like now, it saw the incomprehensible fluctuations between heaven and earth, heard the mysterious and mysterious voice, and smelled the intriguing breath.

It told Mo Xie that if he continued to brush points, something would happen.

It told Mo Xie that if he continued to stay here, he would miss out on a big event.

It told Mo Xie that if he didn't leave immediately, he wouldn't be able to leave.

So Mo Xie left.

After he left a stick of incense, black gas seeped out from the four fields, flooding the entire mass grave.

Like the mouth of a fierce beast, a piece of flesh was torn off.

A stick of incense is enough for Mo Xie to go far away.

A stick of incense is enough for Mo Ye to reach the place where the whole story begins.

Youzhou Prison.

"Yang Wuji!

The prison is connected to the county office, and the county government is also connected to the county official's residence.

"Hell, hell!"

The people who were awakened let out a cry of horror, and although it was unknown who led the head, Mo Ye suspended in mid-air was defined as a 'ghost' rather than a 'god'.

The official master was so frightened that he rolled under the bed, and Mo Xie grabbed it with his mental power, and the latter grabbed his hands and feet like a drowning man, trying to resist the invisible force acting on him.