Prison.

This is in Luoyang City, more terrible than the palace, the difference between the former is the highest point of power, is where everyone dreams of. The latter, on the other hand, is a place where everyone is reluctant to enter, even if they just look inside at the door of the prison, they will feel a chill rising from their hearts.

Even the players are not exempt from vulgarity, they were originally the most lawless existence in the Three Kingdoms, but when they faced the Heavenly Prison, they were also like those aborigines.

The prison is a prison, a prison of freedom, a place where people cannot survive and not die. No matter who steps in here and comes out again, there will be a feeling of being in a different world.

According to some players who were caught in the dungeon and fished out again, even if you commit suicide in the dungeon, you can still be resurrected in your own cell in the dungeon. This eliminates the possibility of players using the game's resurrection mechanic to escape from the prison, and there is almost no other way to get prisoners out of prison than the normal edict of the Imperial Governor's Mansion to release the prisoners.

Storm? Many players have tried it and proved it with the lesson of blood, which is absolutely impossible to succeed.

Suborn? It's a pity that the guards and jailers in the prison are all retired soldiers from the army, and they are all the kind that cannot be bought. Because of their own welfare, many prisoners who wanted to live comfortably in the prison had to pay a fee to the prison, and this fee would eventually fall on the people who guarded the prison.

All of this originated from Fang Zhen Prison, since the moment he came to the Heavenly Prison and became the master of the Heavenly Prison, the Heavenly Prison has become the most terrifying place in the entire Luoyang City, and even in the entire world. The location of this prison has been rated by players as one of the top ten forbidden places in the Three Kingdoms, and many players choose to be a person in Luoyang City, and dare not do anything too out of the ordinary, that is, because of this prison.

No matter who it is, if you enter the prison, you can't get out by your own force. Even the most heinous prisoners, the moment they step into the prison, they can't help themselves. Unless he has a way to buy off the officials of the Imperial Governor's Mansion, or a more powerful official to reduce his guilt, it is possible to leave the prison. Otherwise, when he leaves the prison and breathes the breeze of freedom again, and sees the blue sky, it is possible that he will soon become a dead man, and from then on there will be eternal darkness before his eyes.

Raising his head, Fang Zhenjiao stepped on the edge of the chair with half a foot, his right hand lightly slapped on his thigh, he squinted, enjoying the peaceful sunshine in this spring. In the other hand, a dagger kept flying up and down, flying into the sky, falling again, spinning up and down, and the cold light flickered.

The dagger fell, Fang Zhenjiao's hand grasped the handle of the dagger, and in just a second, the dagger continued to fly upward. Flying back and forth, falling and falling, he was simply repeating the action, this sharp, easily able to harvest a person's life, but in his hand it was like a non-threatening piece of wood.

If it were someone else, just repeating the same action would give rise to a feeling of fear, which would lead to doubt, and then the hand would tremble. But Fang Zhenjiao's hand was extremely steady, his gaze was flat and cold, even if sometimes the dagger blade grazed his fingertips, he didn't feel anything, but would just grab the dagger handle in time.

As many have seen, his hands are not ordinary hands, or rather, his palms, including his arms, are all covered in a layer of silvery-white structure. It's just that it's hidden by the sleeves of the robe, and usually only a part of the palm is exposed. He didn't need a weapon many times, he only needed this pair of hands, and most of the time, his hands could kill countless enemies.

He stopped, his arm flicking, and a silver light flew from between his palms.

"Duh."

The dagger was nailed to the stake in the distance, deeply embedded, and a crack emerged from the tip of the dagger. Gradually, dense fine veins appeared, and finally with a "clatter", a section of the stake turned into many broken pieces of wood and fell downward, and the dagger was mixed in the middle.

Strength. When Fang Zhenjiao didn't control the strength of his hands, this would happen. Even if he just usually picks up a porcelain bowl to drink water and picks up chopsticks to pick up vegetables, as long as he doesn't control it, these items will all be shattered.

All this, of course, was because of his hands, because of the new white structure that covered his hands, which was neither gold nor iron.

"Thirty minutes." Fang Zhenjiao raised his head and muttered to himself as he looked at the sun in the distance, which was not hot.

Thirty minutes passed as he kept throwing the dagger. Every time the dagger was thrown and fell, it was held in Fang Zhenjiao's hand for three seconds. He could accurately remember how many times he had thrown the dagger, and those times, multiplied by three seconds, would eventually be equal to thirty minutes that he had determined.

He stood up and walked towards the gate of the Heavenly Prison, the soldiers guarding the gate of the real Heavenly Prison only bowed their heads slightly to show their respect when Fang Zhen Prison walked over, and there were no other superfluous movements.

Fang Zhenjiao walked in, he walked along the aisle, the prison was not dark, in fact, after Fang Zhenprison took over the prison, the prison was renovated to a certain extent, especially the addition of many small windows, so that the lighting in the prison became very good.

The so-called coldness is only a little bit, and there is no stench of other prisons in the entire prison. The entire prison has become less like it belongs to this era, but no matter how good the environment is, it is always a place where people are imprisoned.

No one can escape, except through regular channels, and the only thing left is death.

The sound of a person's footsteps sounded in the prison, and those prisoners who were doing nothing had nothing to do, when they saw Fang Zhenjiao in a battle robe appear, their eyes lit up. There was hatred and hope, but no matter how many words they wanted to say in their hearts at this moment, they all came to naught the moment they saw Fang Zhenjiao.

Fear, there is only one emotion left called fear. Because it is this man who can control the prison alone, suppressing all their desire for freedom, no matter how many schemes and conspiracies, when they encounter the upper prison, they are doomed to ultimate failure.

The first layer, the second layer, the third layer.

Fang Zhen Prison went down layer by layer, and finally stopped at the third floor. There was only one layer of the prison, but when it was handed over to him, it was rebuilt two layers and became three.

The first layer is the ordinary prisoners, that is, the prisoners who only need the prison guards and guards to deal with. The second layer is the prisoners who focus on guarding, and the third layer is the prisoners who Fang Zhen Prison personally interrogated, but from the beginning of the construction, to now, the third layer of the prison only holds one prisoner.

Stopping, Fang Zhenjiao looked in, and in the light of the burning torches, he saw a cross-legged figure with his back facing away from him. Just like that, motionless, hands naturally down, no extra movements, it looks like a sculpture, a silent sculpture.

This sculpture is the prisoner held on the third floor of the prison, and he is not a prisoner, because no one is willing to come here. There was only one man, and he had imprisoned himself here, in other words, the prison he had chosen to enter.

He was also a prisoner. The Heavenly Prison imprisoned his people, and he imprisoned his mind in another place, at least Fang Zhen Prison couldn't see that his heart was hidden everywhere. Probably, it was only when he entered the prison alone that day and fought with himself that he saw the trace of human agility on this person's body, right?

Walking down the stairs, the sound of soft footsteps echoed, becoming particularly abrupt in the empty third floor of the dungeon. But Xuanji still didn't move, and Fang Zhenji's arrival didn't cause him any reaction, even if he heard the footsteps very clearly.

Xuanji, Fang Zhenjiao only knew that this person's name was Xuanji. Once when Fang Zhenjiao asked him what he would do if he was defeated, Xuanji just replied flatly, kill you, and then continue to look for a place where he can detain and suppress himself.

It's a pity that Xuanji found it. In the prison, there are always only prisoners who can't be caught, and there are no prisoners who can escape after entering. And Xuanji didn't seem to have any idea of escaping, he just sat there quietly, eating when he had food, drinking when he had water, and more often looking at a wall in the cell, looking at it seriously.

It was now that Fang Zhen Prison saw this, he didn't know what Xuanji was looking at, but Fang Zhen Prison understood that such a person who could endure loneliness, who could imprison himself and strip away his freedom, was not a fool, but a madman.

Xuanji is the latter, and is a powerful madman.

What do madmen do? I'm afraid that no one can guess that their thoughts are always different, and they can do many things that others dare not do and do not do. But it is precisely this kind of person who has built every grass and tree in this world, they only do one thing, and one thing is done in the end, and one thing they do becomes a big thing enough to change the world.

If you don't go crazy, you can't live, you can refer to this kind of person. Fang Zhenjiao himself is also a madman, only a madman will give up the flowery life outside and stay in the prison, guarding these prisoners day after day.

The Lord of the Heavenly Prison is not only locked up by those prisoners, but also by himself.

"Xuanji." Fang Zhenjiao spoke.

The air on the third floor of the dungeon was a little stuffy, and there was also some moist moisture, and those who knew would probably deduce from this point that there might be an underground river outside the outer range of the third layer. Knowing it didn't mean they could do anything with the help of this underground river, and the cells were all enclosed by thick bars made of cast iron, and almost no one could break through this barrier except for someone to open the door for them.

"Huh?" Xuanji stood up, her arm flashing, not knowing what she was grabbing. Under the light of the torch next to him, a long knife as thin as a cicada's wing in his hand appeared.

When the light fades slightly, the long knife will disappear again.

Xuanji turned around, and a pale and handsome face appeared in front of Fang Zhenjiao, with empty pupils, as if he had lost his soul. No matter how handsome he is, when he doesn't have the slightest emotion on him, he is just a relatively beautiful puppet.

"What's the matter?" He asked.

"Big deal." Fang Zhen's words were concise and to the point.

"Liu Xuan has something to do there, I want you to go." He continued.

"Oh, good." In Xuanji's eyes, two points of light suddenly appeared, and this light transformed into flames again. His eyes seemed to be burning, and the flames in his pupils were enough to suck the whole human mind into it, and burn it into ashes.

When the brilliance appeared, his whole temperament became extremely different, just standing simply, he could make people feel a fierce momentum. is also as thin as a cicada's wings, sharp as a knife, so that all those who feel his momentum have the illusion of being in a mountain of knives, and every second that passes, the whole body seems to be divided into several pieces.

He is a sword, a sword that can cut through everything in the world. Just now, when he was still giving people the impression of a wooden man and a puppet, then now, he is still not a human, but has become a knife that can kill.

Xuanji approached step by step, and finally stopped behind the cell door, waiting quietly.

Fang Zhenjiao took out a key from his waist and opened the lock directly, and as soon as the lock sounded, the heavy lock was opened, and the cell door was also pushed open by him.

The two of them looked at each other, and there was no cell door in between, but the two of them just watched, and neither of them moved. There is no need to do anything, because whether it is Fang Zhenjiao or Xuanji, they all know that the two of them are still in a state of half a catty, unless one party goes further, then the time will wave the knife (halberd) in his hand, kill the other party, and completely fill the gap in his heart.

"Your heart is moving." Fang Zhenjiao paused and said.

"I'm moving." Xuanji smiled, all the fierceness in his body disappeared, all converged, and he became no different from an ordinary person. At least for the moment, it didn't look like the person he had just exuded in horror.

"Aren't you excited?"

"It's just that this unbreakable prison locks up others, and it also locks up yourself. You can't just get out of prison. ”

"It's a shame that I can't fight with you." There was a slight hint of loneliness on Xuanji's face.

"Let's go." Fang Zhenjiao turned around and did not answer. Xuanji naturally followed behind him, and the two of them left the third floor of the prison one after the other.

(End of chapter)