Just like a dying person learned the bad news about him, Huang Zunyi said calmly after completely realizing that there was no play: "Almost, it's time to talk about how to deal with me, right?" ”

"You're in such a hurry to die?"

Gong Chen asked angrily.

"The priest won't let me die easily, I know that very well. However, I was also curious about what kind of experience I would encounter.

After all, no matter how rich my imagination is. When it comes to the real experience, I'm afraid there are still more to face. ”

Huang Zunyi still retains his own pride, which is a very remarkable thing.

"I'll hand you over to Bao Congxin, and there's a good chance he'll throw you in Prison 66. I think you'll spend the rest of your life in that rotten, dimly lit cell, Azei. ”

Father An looked at Huang Zunyi indifferently. There was a sadness in the tone.

"After all the unforgivable things I've done, you're still going to spare my life? Should I be grateful for this? Or is your professional ethic motivated you to choose 'forgiveness'? ”

Huang Zunyi completely unappreciated a few sarcastic retorts, each of which sounded so harsh.

Faced with Huang Zunyi's behavior of not knowing how to be grateful to Dade, Yu Siqi immediately expressed his dissatisfaction to him.

"If others hear that they can avoid death, they want to express their gratitude immediately. How did you come here, except for yin and yang, there is nothing else? ”

"Silly boy, because I'm not a stranger. If you don't believe him, you can ask him. ”

Huang Zunyi sneered a few times.

"Since you're so talkative, you might as well tell me... What's the situation on Di Mingjun's side, right? ”

Father An did not make any substantive response to Huang Zunyi's words, but jumped directly to another more critical topic.

Seriously, such a drastic change in topic can only be handled by someone like a priest.

"Di Mingjun? Why does this name sound so familiar? ... Ah, I remember... Isn't that a poor creature who almost loses himself? ”

Although Huang Zunyi's limbs can't move, his facial expressions are unusually rich. And to be honest, from his disdainful tone, Yu Siqi could feel that his relationship with Di Mingjun was not much better than that between himself and the other party.

"Mind sharing what you know?"

Father Ann asked softly.

"Why should I help you? Don't forget, you foiled my 'great plan' not so long ago! Even closer, I'm about to be sent to the prison where it's rumored to eat people without spitting out bones.

You say, after suffering such a 'suffocating love', should I repay you with the greatest malice? For example, sit back and watch a show or something like that. ”

Huang Zunyi tilted his head and said casually.

"Do you really want your beloved home to be covered with sand? Or have you been blinded by lies and deception?

Anyway, you've really let me down, A-Zhe. ”

Father An glanced at Huang Zunyi deeply, turned around helplessly, and motioned for the big guy to leave with him.

Just as all of them were about to act, Huang Zunyi suddenly stopped Father An and made two very surprising requests.

"I can help you as much as I can with this, Ann. But I had two requirements, first: I wanted to change my position, preferably a chair or something that would allow me to rest.

Second, you have to draw what Owen looks like, preferably on paper.

As long as you are willing to accept these two conditions of mine, I can be merciful to help you again. ”

When Father An turned around to look at him, Huang Zunyi unhurriedly gave two conditions that were not very difficult to accept.

"Why don't you mention two conditions with higher specifications? I thought you wouldn't give up the chance to escape! ”

Father Ann gladly accepted the other party's offer and asked casually.

"There's no need. Now I'm a lost dog, and there's no place for me. Besides, I need some time to clear my doubts. In that case, you might as well follow your wishes and walk in the abominable Prison No. 66. ”

Huang Zunyi said the story about himself indifferently, without any emotion in the middle.

"You know what? Sometimes I do find a lot to admire in you. But more often than not, I can only find sin and lust in you.

After all, humans are incredibly complex creatures! ”

Father An sighed with emotion and began to instruct Albert to adjust Huang Zunyi's posture.

"It's hard to adjust the space after that. But since it was the priest's idea, I had to make adjustments. ”

Albert circled Huang Zunyi several times, and after banging around him for a while, Huang Zunyi, who had been stretching, could finally bend his limbs.

Immediately after, he was strapped to a very special chair.

"Hmm... It's a bit tight, but it's still a lot better than before. Huang Zunyi moved his buttocks, leaned back, and said, "I really never thought that I was so dependent on something to sit on." ”

"Now that the conditions are met, isn't it time to say it?"

Gong Chen put his hands around his chest and asked not very politely.

"I'll say it, provided that you make sure you start writing yourself."

It seems that Huang Zunyi will not confide in them if he doesn't see that the second condition is also met.

"Bring pen and paper."

Fr. An moved his chair directly across from Huang Zunyi and asked Albert for a pen and paper (there was also a small episode in the process, when Albert handed Father An pen and paper, Yu Siqi noticed that Gong Chen also seemed to have taken out a pencil and a notebook). However, after discovering that Father Ann had not taken care of himself, he immediately put them back in his pocket under the pretense that nothing had happened. ）

With the pen and paper provided by Albert, Father Ann soon began what was called 'hand-drawing'.

But before he could start writing, he looked up and said, "It's going to take some time before the painting is finished." Ah Zhe, you might as well take this break to talk to us about Di Mingjun, what do you know? ”

"His story is long, are you sure I want me to tell you all the truth?"

Huang Zunyi confirmed it again and again, but Father An nodded slightly and said, "It's okay, anyway, I've never been very good at painting." ”