"Adult, please come with the little one." The jailer had an extra lantern in his hand, and he led the way with the lantern as the group went deeper into the cell.

A smell mixed with moisture, fishiness and foul smell gradually filled Fu Geng's nose.

The road is not wide, and lanterns are lit in front of the iron fences on both sides. Behind the fence were the cells, each with a small window that was very high, through which the light poured in, and when it fell into the cell, only a bleak touch remained, and the passage was plunged into darkness early.

It's not the first time Fu Geng has been here.

After the "Bingshen Rebellion", many prisoners were imprisoned in the prison of the Criminal Department, including those who rebelled against Wang Yu and those who rebelled against ****** Yu. Compared with the edict of Dali Temple, the prisoners held here are not considered serious crimes in nature, and some can still seek a life.

However, Fu Geng didn't lock that person here to keep him alive.

A cruel smile appeared on Fu Geng's cold face.

The prison is the worst of all prisons, and every year people who die in prison are incomprehensible. In comparison, the edict prison of Dali Temple and the joint investigation prison can be described as a paradise.

The jailer turned around, bent down flatteringly, and said, "Please bear with me, my lord, there is no such big smell in it." ”

Fu Geng's gloomy face regained expressionlessness again, but he grasped the things in his hand more tightly.

After walking through a very long section of the road, there was a heavy iron gate at the corner, and when the jailer opened the door with the key, the terrain suddenly became narrow, and the roof became very low, and the road was even narrower than the other way. The wind came from nowhere. The air death lamp in the jailer's hand also blew a few times.

The taste here is indeed better than outside, but the feeling of being low and cramped is even more depressing.

Several people walked in silence, their boots on the stone floor, making a silent sound. In the cell next to the corridor, a face with indistinguishable facial features was sometimes revealed, smiling miserably like a ghost, like a ghost in the underworld.

The jailer untied the leather whip from his waist and slammed it on the door. There was a loud "pop" sound, which made people's scalp tingle.

In an instant, the ghostly people and voices vanished. Only the sound of a beast's muffled breathing. Ringing in the depths of the cell.

Fu Geng looked at the scene in front of him lightly, the frost color of his temples reflected the dim firelight, swaying a little gloomy.

"This is it, my lord." The jailer stopped. Plug the lamp in your hand into the groove in the wall.

At this time. They had reached the end of the road. There was a very small cell, the door of which was made of a single piece of pig iron, except for a one-foot-square hole under the door.

The jailer removes the key. The door of the cell was opened with a bang, and Xingzhou gave him a piece of silver, and he retreated about a dozen paces around the corner.

Fu Geng walked into the cell.

The cell was small, only ten paces square, and the walls were made of cast iron, with no gaps or windows to block the light. The whole cell was cold and dark, with a rocky floor and a few straws scattered around.

A mantle, musty, foul-smelling figure, cowered in a straw pile in the corner. Hearing the sound of footsteps, the figure shrank back in fear, and shouted "Huohuo" in his mouth, not knowing what he was saying.

Fu Geng lowered his eyes and looked at this person, and a smile suddenly appeared on his lips.

"I'm coming." He said.

His voice was low and faint, with a chilling coldness. As he spoke, he placed the object in his hand in front of the figure.

The voice shook the figure's body.

The man raised his head, opened a pair of eyes that were as muddy as old men, and looked at Fu Geng fixedly.

Gradually, a glimmer of light burst out in those eyes.

"Three...... Three...... Man? ”

The hoarse voice grinded against the ear drums like sandpaper, and the man seemed to have not spoken for so long that every word was blurred.

As he spoke, the man inadvertently looked down, and suddenly screamed "ah" as if he had seen a ghost, and the whole person shrank back, still trembling.

This sharp and miserable cry actually made Fu Geng's eyes smile again.

"What, you don't recognize it?" Fu Geng said word by word, the pleasure in his eyes gradually became like a knife, and he coldly slashed towards the figure on the ground, "Isn't the evil ghost in this mirror exactly you, Lu Ying." ”

His tone was as eerie as a ghost, his fairy-like handsome face was reflected in the candlelight, the corners of his lips were hooked, and his eyes were cold, like Shura.

Lu Ying's screams stopped abruptly.

She jerked her head up and looked at the mirror standing on the ground.

In the mirror is a face that does not resemble a human form.

The whole face was crumbling, criss-crossed with wrinkles, the cheekbones were high, the deep sunken eye sockets were stained with two cloudy eyes, covered with horrible bloodshots, and the open mouth was like a black hole, revealing jagged teeth.

The face is like a winded/dried/leather bag wrapped around a skeleton. This is no longer what a human looks like, but a trace that is close to a ghost. At this moment, Lu Ying, where does she look like a woman in her twenties, and she is said to be a sixty old woman.

Her sunken eyes widened wide, and she looked at the ghost-like person in the mirror, and after a long time, she suddenly burst into a miserable cry of "Huohuo", and reached out to push the mirror away.

However, as soon as her hand was stretched out, it immediately hung limply, and the chains behind her made a harsh grinding sound.

"Alright, be quiet." Fu Geng said lightly, and moved the mirror back again, "I know I'm very happy to see you, this is my gift to you." For the next few days, you can look at you in the mirror every day. How, are you satisfied with this gift? I'm very satisfied. The way you are now is the way you are most compatible with your nature. ”

In Lu Ying's sunken eyes, a desperate gray gradually rose.

The eerie ghostly voice made her tremble, and the undisguised cruelty and pleasure in those words made her blood cold all over.

Fu Geng lowered his eyes, glanced at Lu Ying lightly, and the corners of his lips hooked again.

"In addition to giving you this gift, I have good news for you, and I guess you will be very happy to hear it."

Speaking of this, Fu Geng took two steps forward, squatted down, and a pair of expressionless eyes stared at Lu Ying's face, as if to see if she could hear his words.

"You know, your Shao'er is dead."

He spoke word by word, without the slightest fluctuation in his voice.

Lu Ying was shocked.

She jerked her head up, her sunken eyes shooting out a terrifying chill.

"You...... Wildly...... Wildly...... Say ......"

Her voice was hoarse like a human voice.

She hadn't spoken in a long time, and every word she had come out of her mouth felt like she was scraping her throat with a knife, making her throat ache hot.

"Why should I lie to you?" Fu Geng's face was expressionless, and his voice was flat, "In a few days, you will have to ask the behead, what's the use of me lying to you?" And besides—"

At this point, his voice dragged on very long and was extremely low, like a whisper: "Whose kind is that son of a, Lu Ji knew from the beginning." (To be continued.) )