In the dimly lit environment of the prison of the Inspectorate, flies hovering over a cell, their wings and ugly and disgusting faces were even sticking to a lot of blood, and they gathered here for a long time, because this is the place where they were nourished. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Below these flies is the Jingyang of Jiujianmen, the youngest prisoner in the history of the prison of the Supervision Department, which terrifies the people of Zhongzhou.

The shocking punishments that could be used on ordinary people for half an hour and die directly had stopped for several days, but the body's memories of pain, as well as the physical and psychological torture, would still accompany him for a long, long time.

After changing into a clean prison clothes, Jing Yang, who had just woken up, was dazed, and his mind was full of the appearance of the blood and torture before, those hideous jailers, those terrifying poisonous needles, Yi Wuchuan's distorted and terrifying face, and the roar of the thunder that thundered into his ears because of the existence of the peacock ninety-five poison......

Lying on the ground like a maggot, he coughed.

He wanted to suppress his coughing that he couldn't stop for a long time, but the pain in his body made him unable to suppress the coughing intention that came from the pressure of his internal organs.

His mouth turned into a fountain of pain, and he spat out the word "cough" up and down the prison.

The cracks in his body were torn with each cough, conveying a heart-piercing pain to his mind, which tortured him while also making him clearly aware that he was still alive.

To live is to be happy, and if you can't really die, then those who want to die are not happy, and this is enough to be happy.

With a smile that was hideous from pain, but still flashed cheeky, he moved his devastated body to the wall little by little, leaning against the wall, as if he had found some comfort, and while exhaling a long breath, the whole person was paralyzed like a mess of mud.

He had been hung on the wall like a picture scroll, depicting the blood and horror of this hellish place with blood, and the ground where he sat still had the dried blood of himself and others.

The memory of those pains made people's scalps tingle, and his heart was filled with extreme fear, and even if he was as resolute as he recalled, his brows were tightly tightened. But these pains did not destroy him, and the eyes of the poison that had dissipated were still as deep and wise as before, buried in the mixture of fire and darkness, like two pearls that had been silent here for thousands of years.

If anyone else saw his eyes, they would be speechless with horror, especially the rest of the prisoners or jailers in this prison, because no one had ever been able to maintain such sanity and original temperament after the torture of the prison of the Supervision Division.

The closed yuan lock on his waist has also been removed, and he once again felt the thin vitality in his body that had not been replenished for a long time, and his oppressed and painful body was finally able to feel a trace of fullness.

His eyes looked at the small vent on the copper wall outside the iron bars of the prison, and his consciousness was immersed in his body, and he carefully mobilized his vitality to enter, to investigate every part of his body, because of the previous toxin and the rest of the torture, he was left with different degrees of injuries in his body, at this time, he mobilized his vitality to perceive and touch, and couldn't help but let his entire body overflow with pain, Jing Yang's already tightened brows wrinkled slightly because of the pain.

It was only a preliminary perception that it would take at least half a year for these terrible injuries to heal completely, and these injuries inside and out would not only affect one's simple clothing, food, shelter and transportation, but also have a great impact on one's own cultivation and battle, even if there was medicine to recuperate, it would be impossible to restore one's combat strength in a short period of time.

With this judgment, Lin Feng narrowed his eyes, the reaction in his heart to such a result was not as bad as it should be, and even in these eyes that were extremely tired but still flashing bright, there was a different kind of deep thought.

An alternative plan came out of his mind. For this reason, the tips of his eyebrows opened little by little, and the corners of his mouth, which had been cracked by the drought for several years, slowly cracked a smile.

"What do you have to do with the Dark Commander?" asked the dwarf with a pile of dry bones in the cell not far from him.

The hoarse voice was still as weak as if it was about to die, but it was already the most beautiful voice Jingyang had heard here in the past month or so, and Jingyang's heart couldn't help but flow with a trace of relief.

"It's about the same thing as the Inspectorate. He rubbed his body up slightly, looking at the railing.

The dwarf's huddled pile of dead grass moved slightly, his body supported a little by his straw-like arms, and his two cavernous eyes looked at the dancing flames on the wall, and said in a deep voice, "Your story seems to be more complicated than I thought. ”

Jing Yang's eyes also looked at the flames, and from it he seemed to see a gloomy face, and smiled noncommittally.

The dwarf coughed lightly twice, and the bacon-like lungs in his body were about to spit out of his mouth, and after the coughing stopped, he asked in a hoarse voice again, "They decided to let you go?"

Jingyang nodded, and immediately thought that the other party couldn't see it, so he said in his dry voice: "Well, it should be." ”

The gnome turned his head to look at him, and said in his extremely slow voice, "It's funny that you killed their people, and they stopped punishing you. ”

Jing Yang didn't think it was funny, a trace of worry appeared in his tired eyes, and his sour hand rubbed his also numb calf, and said, "There is no connection between the two, it should be which of my friends did something, or my master did something." ”

He was worried about his current safety, at what price they had paid for, and this price must be extraordinary.

He's a smart person.,If you can't figure out something, put it aside first.,He won't worry about himself.,His troubles are enough.,Now the whole person is groggy.,So you'll pass out at any time.,I don't have the energy to think about it.。。

He suddenly noticed a problem, and couldn't help but turn his head to look at the dwarf who couldn't light up because the wall piles and iron bars blocked the fire, and asked weakly: "Senior, I thought you were unconscious, why do you know what happened before me and the Dark Martial Supervisor." ”

The dwarf shook his head slightly, and said, "For me, it is no longer a coma, but something like sleeping with you, just a means to alleviate the pain. ”

When he first heard this senior say these words, Jingyang only felt shocked, but now when he listens to it again, he has a deep resonance.

In the midst of such heinous torture, those poisonous needles, those whippings, those horrific torture instruments...... When you are awake, you are always in pain, and being in a coma is indeed the most enjoyable time.

"It's horrific to say, but it's so monotonous, it's only painful. After all these years here, people can be lonely and bored, and there are so few things here besides punishment and pain, so it is not so strange that I am sensitive to some different things. ”

While listening to Jingyang, he gently stroked the scars on his stomach after the whipping, and the painful feeling made the corners of his mouth twitch slightly, and he forcibly endured some of the pain, and silently remembered all this in his heart.

He turned his stiff and sore neck to look at the dwarf, and a touch of admiration arose, and after experiencing these pains, he admired this senior even more. The punishment he had received for two months here already made him feel like he was in hell, not to mention the seniors who had been here for so many years.

Maybe it was because of admiration, maybe it was because of these painful tortures, or simply because he hadn't spoken properly for a long time, Jingyang raised his head slightly, looked at the top of the prison and said, "Senior, do you know why I came here?"

The dwarf didn't reply, just glanced at him lightly, a smile appeared on Jingyang's pale face, and said, "Because I'm crazy, I contradict the Supervision Division, and I embarrassed them in the choice of many questions." ”

An understatement encapsulates all the hatred and hatred between Jingyang and the Supervision Department.

The dwarf fell silent, for a long time, until Jingyang felt that the oil under the flame had dropped a point. The dwarf raised his shriveled head and said, "Young man, it is indeed remarkable to be able to do these things. ”

Jingyang smiled and tilted his head, his eyes glowing with bitterness.

"Why would you do such a thing. The dwarf coughed.

The coughing sound made Jingyang cough too, and the two of them coughed for six or seven breaths before stopping. Jingyang shook his head, his head rubbing against the wall through his hair, making a rustling sound like an ant crawling across the sand.

The dwarf wasn't going to ask.

The silence spread like a pervasive dead silence in a cell.

The dwarf suddenly broke everything again, "Do you know why I'm in jail?"

Jing Yang's body turned slightly to the side and looked over there.

The dwarf paused, looking at the runic bars that looked like a heavenly stick separating him from here.

"I told you that I was framed...... And the reason why I was framed is because my name is Yue Linglong. ”

Jing Yang's back full of wounds tightened suddenly, and those wounds even burst out with red blood, and his hands trembled in horror, looking in the direction of the dwarf in disbelief.

Eight years ago, Yue Linglong betrayed the Dayin clan and betrayed a total of more than 30 Dayin loyalists including the Peng family in Hanyi City, resulting in countless gate lords being beheaded all over the house, countless strong people fell in Hanyi City, and the traitor Yue Linglong was killed by the remnants of Dayin, and Dayin's strength was reduced by seven or eight.

Eight years later, with Zhang Jianguo being imprisoned, the truth that Peng Jiu0 was the culprit came out, and everything has been over for eight years.

In the past eight years, Yue Linglong has not known how much infamy he has endured, but Peng Jiuling has risen in hiding from the sky and the sea, and Jingyang's deep apology for the former and hatred for the latter have also come because of this.

The three words of Yue Linglong are the real sword into the heart.

Looking at the dwarf who was not a ghost or a ghost with a faint flickering firelight, Jingyang's eyes were moist for a moment.

How...... Possible?

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