Thinking that he was going to sit in Songyang Prison for ten years, Tang Lang's heart was very uncomfortable.

Although the ten years in the movie world of "Shaolin Temple" are only ten days in the real world, he Tang Lang still has to spend ten years in this world every minute and every second.

The discomfort of this can be imagined.

"Ten years later, when I was released from prison, I am afraid that this little monk will be twenty-six or seventeen, and it will be even more slim to move him into the red dust and marry Bai Wufang. ――I still have to learn Shaolin Kung Fu, and it's a shame to waste ten years here. How can I think of a way to escape from prison? ”

From the moment he stepped into the Songyang Prison, Tang Lang had already begun to think about how to escape from the prison, although he was handcuffed and shackled, which greatly restrained any of his activities.

The cell where Tang Lang was located was only about ten square meters, but it was crowded with more than ten prisoners.

The dozen or so prisoners were also handcuffed and shackled, and their movement was greatly restricted, some of them sat and some of them lay down. Tang Lang entered, and almost only the place where he stood was left.

In the cell, the stench was unpleasant, and it was full of [***] smell.

Smelling the stench coming to his face, Tang Lang only felt disgusted, and wanted to vomit it, but he couldn't. In this way, he quickly became dizzy.

More than a dozen prisoners all looked at Tang Lang with strange eyes.

"Hehe, the new prisoner is really smooth and silky, and his ass is also pretty, but he is really a wonderful thing. Boss, this is your license. ”

A lean man with a shrunken appearance was courteous to a fierce man with a full beard sitting on the ground in the corner of the wall.

The bearded man in the corner of the wall glanced at Tang Lang up and down, seemed to be extremely satisfied, and laughed out loud, "Skinny monkey, when the master runs out, I will also give you a try." ”

When the shrunken-looking lean man heard this, he danced with joy.

The prisoners laughed loudly.

A prison man came over and reprimanded loudly: "Be honest with the master!" Grandma's, who doesn't have long eyes, needs to be served by the masters, just stir things up. If you want to eat 'bandao noodles' or 'boiled dumplings', you will be accompanied. ”

-- This is the voice of the king's prison.

Tang Lang was very familiar with this voice.

Thinking of Wang Jiaozi working in this prison, Tang Lang knew that in the future, he would probably be tortured by him.

The screaming and scolding of the king made all the prisoners silent, silent, and stopped clamoring.

Obviously, these dozen prisoners were beaten and tortured by these cell guards.

Although Tang Lang came from the real world, he obviously knew what these prisoners were talking about. He sneered and watched to see what happened.

The black cell he was staying in was located five meters underground, with a passage in the middle, and cells on either side.

The cells were surrounded by huge logs, which were fastened with heavy iron chains.

The roof was covered with huge trees, with arm-sized gaps in the middle, and sunlight shining through the daytime, and occasionally the soft moonlight pouring into the filthy cell at night.

Normally, the jailers guarding Songyang Prison walked around the roofs of their cells, while the prisoners lingered at their feet.

On a sunny day, it's fine, but on a rainy day, the cell is full of water. Later, Songyang County built a simple house on top of the cell, with a roof and walls to protect from the wind and rain.

However, in winter, people still freeze to death in prisons. Most of them were poor prisoners who had no family to bring their cotton clothes.

As soon as it got dark, the whole cell went dark.

More than a dozen prisoners were crammed into this small cell, it was too crowded.

It took Tang half a day to sit on the ground, his upper body leaning against the giant tree and straightening his legs.

As he stretched his leg, he accidentally touched the leg of a prisoner.

The prisoner scolded, "The turtle king bastard, he doesn't have eyes." ”

Tang Lang's face was hot, and he had already been kicked by the prisoner in the darkness.

He didn't dare to speak out, let alone fight back, after all, he had just arrived in this cell and was not very familiar with the situation inside. Besides, even if he shouted or fought with the prisoner, it would inevitably attract the jailers, and then the king's prisoner, who hated him to the core, would have an excuse to rectify him.

Therefore, Tang Lang did not dare to act rashly.

At this time, it was the late spring and early summer, and the moonlight was just right.

The soft light shines through the windows of the improvised house built on the roof of the cell, and through the cracks in the giant wood, it gives the cell a certain visibility.

Suddenly, two prisoners hugged Tang Lang's two arms one on the left and one on the right, and two more prisoners also held down his two legs at the same time.

Even though Tang Lang had practiced sanda for four years, he had a certain fighting skill, but after being firmly controlled by the four prisoners in a premeditated manner, he was stunned and couldn't move.

Tang Lang was shocked, and just as he wanted to open his mouth to shout, his mouth was tightly covered by a prisoner.

Immediately afterwards, Tang Lang was set up by the two prisoners who held his two arms, and was overturned to the ground.

His pants were quickly ripped off by a quick-handed prisoner.

Tang Lang came to this so-called "Shaolin Temple" movie world, he didn't wear any clothes, and when he arrived at Wang Jiaozi's house in Wangjia Village, Songshan, he simply wore a set of Wang Jiaozi's coarse cloth clothes and pants, and he didn't wear obscene clothes or underwear.

Half of his face was pressed against the filthy floor of the cell, but his eyes saw the bearded man sitting in the corner, and Silver smiled as he walked towards him.

"These prisoners of the silver storm don't even let go of men......"

Some bad thoughts flashed in Tang Lang's mind.

He was also thinking about how to deal with the current situation.

The other prisoners in the cell also stirred, and the atmosphere was extremely intense.

"Do you have to endure the insults of these Sui Dynasty scum here today?"

Tang Lang's limbs were firmly controlled by the four prisoners, and he couldn't perform his sanda stunt of long-kicking and close-to-the-ground throwing.

The strength of these four prisoners was enormous.

Modern people's constitution is very fragile compared to ancient people.

At the time of the Sui Dynasty, the people were still quite violent.

Tang Lang practiced sanda for four years, and he could naturally use some moves to deal with one or two Sui Dynasty people and knock them down.

However, at this time, he was in the middle of the crowd, and he was held down by four strong prisoners, and his strength was obviously too weak.

He and they weren't meant to be in the same heavyweight class.

"Grandma's, it's a messy bird, so noisy that Lao Tzu can't sleep well!"

An angry voice suddenly rang out from the cell.

In the moonlight, a black shadow flickered.

The rattle of chains ensued.

I saw the majestic body of the bearded man who walked towards Tang Lang with the intention of committing violence, lying on all sides on the bodies of many prisoners in the cell.

"Bang Bang ......"

A few more punches and kicks.

There was the sound of chains shaking.

Tang Lang suddenly felt that his limbs were out of control and free. He quickly jumped up from the ground and quickly lifted his pants and fastened his belt.

Through the soft moonlight, Tang Lang saw that the prisoners who had just locked his limbs were also like the bearded man, falling into the pile of prisoners, screaming in pain.

He was overjoyed to know that someone had saved him.

Tang Lang hurriedly looked at the man, but found that the man's figure was half a head taller than himself, although the moonlight was dim and he couldn't see his face clearly, but it still gave people a sense of majesty and majesty.

"Thank you heroes for coming to the rescue."

Tang Lang thanked happily.

But the man didn't seem to be polite, and just said angrily: "You bastards, delaying grandpa's sleep, annoying me, one by one, let you see Lord Yama...... Grandma's ......"

After scolding and scolding, the big man ignored Tang Lang, and went to the edge of the giant tree again, lying down to sleep.

With the big man's scolding, the prisoners who were screaming in pain even their moaning voices became as thin as mosquitoes and flies, as if they were afraid that they would really annoy the big man.

Tang Langxin said: This big man has a three-two-three appearance, and as soon as he made a move, he dealt with these fierce prisoners with a few punches and kicks. I just don't know what his name is, but when the wind comes out tomorrow, I'll have to recognize him, even if it's a generous and righteous friend, it's good.

The big man yelled and cursed, and the entire cell that had been stirring suddenly became quiet, and no prisoner dared to break this terrible silence.

Tang Lang knew that in a special place like a prison, the law of the jungle still played a vital role.

He was stunned, and he could finally catch his breath.

Thinking that he came to this world with his bare buttocks, and entered the prison of the Sui Dynasty in a daze, and was almost killed by the bearded man just now**, he sighed in his heart: This is really a terrible journey...... Is the mysterious geek secretly in control of all this? Did he arrange all this? He may be watching himself through some mysterious device. The performance I just performed is really a standard inferior coffee, is there ......

Tang Lang seemed to have gradually gotten used to the rancid smell of the cell, and he lay on the ground, his eyes staring at the ground, as if he was about to fall asleep.

And there was already a snoring around him.

“…… Wang Shichong, eat me with an axe......"

Tang Lang, who was about to close his eyes and fall asleep, suddenly heard such a sentence, and his heart was shocked.

He hurriedly opened his eyes.

Looking at the place where the sound came from, Tang Lang saw that the big man who was asleep not far away was waving his arms and shouting.

"It turned out to be a dream talk......

Tang Lang thought that Wang Shichong had suddenly come to this prison.

And the big man who talked in the dream was the prisoner who relieved Tang Lang just now.

Tang Lang thought about it: As the saying goes, words are the voice of the heart, and it is said that there are thoughts and dreams at night, could it be that this big man wants to assassinate "King Zheng" Wang Shichong can't do it, how can he be locked up here......;