"Don't be careless!"

Before the old man's voice fell, the one-eyed old man sitting on his right hand couldn't help but remind, "After all, this is a city that belongs to a city, and it has been inherited for thousands of years. ”

"Of course I do!"

The one-armed old man must have been an impatient, and before he could finish speaking, he interrupted directly. "The old man will never miss the big plan for the sake of a momentary hurry, as long as the big thing can be done, let alone let the old man give up his old face, even if he lets the old man pretend to be a grandson, the old man will not frown......"

The old man's big words made the one-eyed dragon shake his head for a while, but he didn't need to speak, and the able-bodied old man sitting on top of the head raised his hand and gently tapped on the low table in front of him, making a sound of "Tong Tong", stopping their words.

"Okay, don't argue. ”

The old man who spoke was the head of this dungeon, and as soon as he spoke, the one-armed old man who didn't care about it just now also had a grim face, and the one-eyed dragon also sat up slightly.

The old man looked at the two old cripples in front of him, coughed lightly, and said directly to the one-armed old man: "Don't worry, third, if my expectations are good, you don't have to endure it anymore from tomorrow, you and the second child will go out tonight and send this thing to the three dungeons in the south and west of the city, they naturally know what to do." ”

Hearing the cell boss's words, the two who were still chattering before looked at each other, and their eyes showed a look of ecstasy. The second brother, who only had one eye, subconsciously glanced around, and saw that there was no one there, so he lowered his voice and said, "Big brother, in this way, isn't it ......"

The cell boss did not speak, but nodded heavily, and did not continue to instruct, but the two people in front of him showed a look of understanding on their faces, and they stood up one after another, and walked in the direction of the many cells.

Bang dang!

With the sound of iron locks smashing, the doors of one cell after another opened, and in those cells, the prisoners huddled in the corners looked up blankly, looking at the jailer who walked into the cell, as if he was quite puzzled.

Naturally, these death row inmates in their cells felt how dirty and sloppy the kennel they lived in. This kind of place where eating, drinking, and sleeping all converge together, and anyone can't help but gag.

On weekdays, both these jailers and those soldiers who have just left after patrolling will avoid their cells like snakes and scorpions, and even when they deliver food, most of them just throw a few dry and hard cold steamed buns in, but they have never been seen in this cell.

There were only three prisoners in this open cell, all of them skinny, their eyes were gloomy, and they subconsciously looked at the two jailers who walked in, as if they had not yet reacted.

But soon the numbness in their eyes turned into a look of horror, in front of their eyes, the old man who only had one eye suddenly flew over, two thin palms like eagle claws poked out together, grabbed the necks of the two prisoners, only to hear a crisp sound of "click", the eyes of the two prisoners who had not yet reacted directly dimmed, obviously died of exhaustion.

The only surviving death row prisoner's eyes widened subconsciously, and the screams in his mouth stopped abruptly before they could reach his neck, and behind him, the one-armed old man stood there at some point, and in his hands, although the prisoner's neck could not see the wounds, the bones in his neck had been shattered into powder, and could no longer support his head, and he drooped weakly.

These prisoners have been locked up in this prison for many years, even the warriors who were once famous have long been reduced to waste, and the shackles they wear on their hands still have the effect of imprisoning vitality, how can these prisoners compete with them?

The two old men glanced at each other, and they both saw a cruel smile in each other's eyes, they were pretending to be grandsons here all day long, and they had already held back a breath of anger in their hearts, and they had nowhere to vent their worries.

On weekdays, in order to extract blood crystals, they will more or less secretly wipe out a few people, but there will always be military armor patrolling the prison every day, and they may not be able to detect one or two less, but if there are too many deaths, it will not be able to say.

Therefore, those tiresome-looking armor patrols the city are still an irreplaceable talisman for these prisoners.

It's just that as the old man said before, the time has come, and they naturally don't need to endure it anymore. Since there is no need to deal with those soldiers and generals, it is like a fight against the cauldron and the ship, and the existence of these prisoners is naturally dispensable.

The two old men walked out of the cell with gloomy faces and murderous intent in their eyes, and walked towards the next iron gate. It was destined to be a gloomy night in this dungeon, and it was a bloody one.

After the two old men left, they heard shouts and screams from time to time, and there was a dull sound of falling to the ground, and the cell head sitting at the low table did not change his face, but leaned lightly against the edge of the wooden table, and reached out and found a pot of old wine out of nowhere.

Looking at the silent slaughter in the depths of the dungeon, and then pouring the wine into his belly, the old man's eyes also showed a touch of cruelty.

What they do next must have been forever gone, if they can't plan, they will definitely be crushed, but these three old bones still have no hesitation, because only by stepping into this mortal situation can they fight for a glimmer of life.

The old man's gaze narrowed slightly, and at the end of the dungeon corridor, the door of the cell, which was inlaid with more than a dozen iron locks and was tighter than the other cells, had opened a little.

A young man leaned out of it, and saw everything that was happening in the cell from a distance, and there seemed to be a look of intolerance in his clear eyes, and his fists under his sleeves were already clenched, and his nails were embedded in the flesh.

Chu Yuan looked at everything that was happening in this dungeon, listening to the screams that came into his ears, he felt as if he was in hell.

But he couldn't stop it, the moment he decided to cooperate with these people, he already knew that there would definitely be this scene today, Chu Yuan thought that he was ready, but when it really happened in front of him, he really felt the torment of purgatory.

The lives that disappeared one by one seemed to have turned into ghosts, and they pounced into his heart with teeth and claws.

No matter how precocious he is, how much darkness he has seen, he is still just a young man of less than a weak crown after all.