The jailer pinched half of the waist card and was there in a daze.

"Don't worry about it." I smiled, "I can't eat this waist card, I have to return it to you after all, we don't ask for anything else, just be comfortable in this prison." ”

"And what do you want?" The jailer said vigilantly.

"It's very simple, first of all, this floor is cold, hard and dirty, you need to get me some hay or something." I said.

"That's fine." The jailer nodded repeatedly.

"Plus, the place is stuffy, and the humidity is heavy." I said, "Look at our legs, it's old, it's really cold, light a stove, and open the back door by the way, just ventilate." ”

When he heard the ignition of the stove, the guard's face was already bad, and when he heard that the back door was going to be opened, his head suddenly shook like a rattle.

"It's easy to say anything else, the back door can't be opened." Prison Guard.

"If you can't open it, what are you doing with this back door?" I asked.

"That's the way to carry the dead." The jailer said, "The boss told you that it must be locked on weekdays, and no matter what happens, it can't be opened." ”

"It's just a door, are you still afraid of the dead going back?" I shook my head.

"Shhh The guard hurriedly said, "In this way, every day when I am on duty, I will open this back door for you for half an hour, and I can't do it any more." ”

"Half an hour is a little shorter, an hour." I said.

"Little Ancestor, in just this half an hour, I also have to bear a lot of responsibility." The jailer frowned and said, "If someone finds out, it's not just as simple as losing your job. ”

Looking at his pleading appearance, how do you feel that I have become a bad person?

"Half an hour, then." I shrugged, "But the stove needs to hurry." ”

"The stove is ready-made." The jailer breathed a sigh of relief, "I'll light a fire for you." ”

He dragged out a small bronze stove in the corner, placed it against the fence, added a few pieces of coal, and threw in a fire torch.

The fire is getting stronger.

I leaned over the fire and felt much more comfortable.

But my purpose, of course, is not as simple as heating the fire.

While the guards didn't care, I pulled out a few wax pills.

These wax pills are hollow and are worn on the body to facilitate the production of wax pill letters.

What I'm going to do now isn't a wax pill letter.

As I got close to the fire, several wax pellets quickly softened in my hands, melting into a large lump of wax clay.

At this time, the jailer went out to find me hay.

I quickly shoved the soft wax into the lock hole of the cell door......

That's right, we're making a key mold.

Wait for the wax to harden, then carefully pull it out, and a perfect key mold is completed.

If you have a key mold, what can you use as a key blank?

Well.

I flipped my hand over, and there was a piece of iron lying quietly in my palm.

Where did the pieces of iron come from?

Although the water and fire sticks commonly used by the officers are made of wood, in order to protect the stick and increase the lethality at the same time, they often wrap a layer of iron sheet on both ends of the stick (or possibly one end).

This piece of iron was broken off from a stick of fire and water.

Without any tools, I pointed at the piece of iron with my bare hands, and as soon as my fingertips went, the piece of iron burst open like tofu, and as the iron filings fell, a cell key gradually took shape.

Blow lightly to remove the turnips.

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, who would have imagined that the shiny key in front of you was just an inconspicuous piece of black iron just now?

After making the cell door key, there is also a key to the shackles.

When the two keys were all done, the jailer returned with a large bundle of hay.

"Stand back." He walked over to the fence and customarily.

I moved back.

The jailer took out the key and opened the door, but did not enter, but threw the hay in.

Without further ado, I spread out the hay on the inside of the cell, made a small bed, and lay down on it.

"Ventilation, ventilation."

I muttered.

The jailer sighed, and sure enough, he went and opened the back door.

Suddenly, a fresh breeze poured into the cell, washing away the filth and bringing freshness and refreshment.

So, what do I do next?

What's this...... Draw!

Blood as paint, hay as canvas.

Painting of Blood!

However, my blood is very different from someone else's.

After the transformation of the Heavenly Demon Transformation Demonic Curse, my blood can be used as the highest-end pigment.

At the same time, after five years of practice, my painting skills have made great progress.

Now I can paint this pile of hay as if I was lying down and sleeping.

Of course, you can't expect this 'painting' to be so realistic, we are not professional painters after all, just look at it from afar without goofing.

And in order to better cover up the flaws in my painting skills, I had to take off the prison clothes and cover them.

Perfect!

By the time I had done all this, the prison guard, who had worked hard for most of the day, had already fallen asleep on the table.

Before he wakes up, let's go out for a walk.

I unshackled with the key, opened the cell door, and crept out as I motioned for my fellow inmates to remain silent.

"Take me one." One of the prisoners said in a suffrage.

"What to bring, I'm not a prison break, I'll be back later." I shook my head.

"What?" The prisoner froze.

"I'll see you later." I took the opportunity to run away.

Of course I didn't lie to him, if you really want to break out of prison, why bother to make a key?

As long as you make a move......

Wait, some people may ask, isn't it said that silver shackles will absorb internal forces? How else can I do my work?

First of all, although the silver can absorb internal force, it is not unlimited, otherwise, the silver gathering pool in the palace of the Emperor Luo would not have to be so huge.

The pair of silver shackles I wore had an absorption limit of about ninety-nine meridians.

In other words, it can lock the Talon King, but it can't lock me.

And if you take 10,000 steps back, even if the catchers create a super-giant pair of silver shackles specially used to lock me, we are not afraid.

The art of somersaulting does not rely on strength, and I can break free with brute force.

What if the catch is not a giant silver shackles, but a super super super giant silver shackles?

Then I really can't help it.

Even if it is as strong as a martial arts legend, there are moments when people are locked with a mechanism and can't move.

Well, to make a long story short, when I left the prison, I craned my neck to take a look, and while shivering, I understood why I wasn't allowed to open the back door.

It turned out that behind the door, there was an eerie, cold morgue.

There were hundreds of corpses wrapped in straw mats or linen cloth lined up next to each other on the ground.

I couldn't help but be surprised: is this a big prison or death row, and there are so many dead people?

It's weird.

Just as I was in amazement, a heavy sound of 'ho-ho-ho' suddenly came from behind me, like a person being pinched by the throat.

My cold sweat came down at that moment.

What's behind me?

Dead person!