"Second master, you don't plan to ...... Say something? Tang Ji looked at Wei Shui, as if he was looking forward to his opinion on the current situation. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoSpeaking of which, since the construction of the Nanchang Mansion Prison, there should have never been an accident like today.

And Wei Shui's reaction was obviously much more bland than Tang Ji estimated.

"What do you think I should say?" He asked back lightly, raised his eyelids and glanced at Tang Ji, and added two more words, "Yes to you." ”

The cell leaders and guards who were supposed to be in the prison were all driven home in advance, and outside the cell, only Wei Shui and Tang Ji were left.

The two of them were now sitting next to the stairs leading to the ground in the prison. A wooden square table with cold food on the table. The direction Wei Shui was facing was the source of all kinds of seeping sounds in the prison, and Tang Ji was sitting on his left hand. It can be said that Tang Ji can only hear the audio, and he already feels very uncomfortable. And Wei Shui, who could see the image, was still drinking wine sullenly with an expressionless face.

Perhaps, drinking stuffy wine is also a manifestation that Wei Shui is actually uncomfortable? Tang Ji guessed so. His eyes couldn't help but look in the direction of the sound source, although he couldn't see anything, he could still imagine through the sound what kind of tragic scene it was.

Turn back to early morning.

It had been a whole night since Wei Shui announced his rules in prison.

When Wei Shui and Tang Ji came to the prison, the scene they saw was completely different from now.

Maybe it was the painting style that was too kind a few days ago that blindfolded everyone; Maybe everyone has one scruple or another so that no one wants to do it first; Or perhaps because of the psychology of not holding the public accountable for the law, there are doubts about whether the rules set by Wei Shui can be thoroughly implemented......

In short, what Wei Shui saw was the scene he didn't want to see. In the entire prison, except for the cell where Pang Xiao was, there was no blood.

Standing at the door of Pang Xiao's cell, Wei Shui squinted his eyes, lowered his eyelids, and looked at the strong man who had died. His eyes were bloodshot, his face had turned purple and swollen, and there were several deep pinching marks on his neck, which looked very eye-catching. It should have been strangled to death!

Wei Shui looked at the cell, Pang Xiao shrank in the corner, and a pair of eyes were looking at him. Wei Shui smiled, turned around, and waved his hand. Two jailers came over and carried away the cold, temperatureless corpse. If he hadn't guessed wrong, this unlucky guy should have tossed Pang Xiao a lot last night. So, in his sleep, he was laughed at by Pang and became the first person to die in the entire prison.

"What are you afraid of?" Wei Shui's voice was not very loud, but everyone heard it clearly. He scratched his head and added, as if in a bit of a tangle, "Or ...... Why aren't you afraid? ”

In a contradictory sentence, the jailers and prisoners, including Tang Ji, were all pondering Wei Shui's true meaning. Only Pang Xiao, leaning against the wall and laughing dryly, touched his lungs, causing a violent cough, and then spit out a puddle of blood foam.

"I seem to have said, don't try to challenge the rules I've set!" Wei Shui's face was a little pale, the flame of the oil lamp exploded, and between light and dark, it seemed that it made people feel a little cold, "But since you are so united, then I can default to the fact that each of you is willing to die for the people around you?" All right! Such a high wind and bright festival, it really deserves a grand prize, Tang Ji, follow me. ”

Wei Shui clicked Tang Ji's name and walked quickly to the end of the prison. His gaze swept over the first cell, and he casually pointed to the person inside. Tang Ji understood, took off the key hanging on the wall, opened the lock, and dragged the man out directly.

The one who was pointed out was a guy who looked very sturdy, but compared to Tang Ji, who had been tempered on the battlefield for a long time, he was still a little more tender. The knife was unsheathed, and everyone only saw the flash of the knife, and the blood in the neck was already gushing out. The strong man stretched out his hand and tried to cover the wound, but it was in vain, and in less than a minute, the strong man fell to the ground with a bang.

Tang Ji swiped the knife lightly on him, and Wei Shui's gaze turned to the opposite cell. This time, all of them frantically crowded into the same corner.

Humans are accustomed to living in groups, and groups often give people an indescribable sense of security. However, this time, no one can save anyone.

The intersection, which was originally very wide, was quickly stained red with blood after Wei Shui's footsteps passed. Even after a long time on the battlefield, Tang Ji's hands couldn't help but tremble slightly. But Wei Shui's footsteps have been steady.

Blood, wailing, whoever it was, seemed to be difficult to touch his hard-hearted heart.

Footsteps passed by Pang Xiao's cell, Tang Ji habitually stepped forward to unlock the lock, but was stopped by Wei Shui's arm.

"I like people who follow the rules, but why are there so few such people?" I don't know who Wei Shui's words were addressed to, but what can be known is that the people in this cell have been temporarily spared the fate of being randomly killed.

From one end to the other, Wei Shui's back was covered with corpses that shouldn't have been.

From the other way, he walked to one end, without deliberately avoiding it, even if he encountered a dead corpse, Wei Shui only stepped slowly along a straight line.

The soft sound of their feet, the mottled bloody footprints along the way, irritated the prisoners on both sides, making them look at their companions, and their eyes were full of unfriendliness.

"Alright, it's none of your business, go ahead, go home." Wei Shui waved his hand and let go of the cell boss and jailer who were frightened. He turned to Tang Ji and said, "Just go and order table dishes, and get me a few jars of wine by the way." ”

The wine and food were quickly bought, and Tang Ji asked a few men who came with him to put the things at the door of the prison cell, and brought them in the same way and put them on the table.

Sitting down next to Wei Shui, Tang Ji smelled the thick smell of blood in the air, and couldn't help but ask Wei Shui, "Second Master, do you want to ...... Well...... Those...... Clean it up? ”

"No, you don't." Wei Shui replied casually without explanation.

Tang Ji glanced at him a few more times, and couldn't help frowning and pondering.

Just walked all the way, and the people Wei Shui pointed to were all the people who looked the strongest among the entire supervisors and were most likely to survive the fight. But now, because of their luck, they have to pay for others with their lives.

What will this cause? No one can leave anything to chance.

In order not to be next, strong people will inevitably target other people. And people who are not strong in the first place can only gain the power to live if they fight to the death.