There are high and low people, and the same is true for the prisoners in Dali Temple Prison.

Some of the prisoners were able to live well even in prison, and even the jailers had to be careful for fear of reprisals if they were reinstated.

Even if they can't go back to their original position, almost all of these people have protégés who come to visit.

This is probably the top prison, specially for special people.

In some of the prisons, there were only straw covers, and several people were handcuffed and handcuffed together, eating rancid nests and drinking old and unknown liquids.

There has been no prison robbery or escape for many years, so the various jailers and officials didn't take it too seriously, and easily let Su Cheng slip in.

In his previous life, Su Cheng was a standard socialist successor, he had never been to a prison, and his impression of ancient prisons was completely stuck in film and television works.

He didn't expose himself to the light at all, and kept wandering in the shadows, and the hungry prisoners thought they were hallucinating when they saw the shadows!

At first glance, the prison was quiet, except for the occasional scream.

But after Su Cheng's body was strengthened, he could hear all kinds of subtle sounds.

There are those who hide in the corners and weep, those whose stomachs rumble with hunger, and those who sleep with loud snoring.

In a prison where food is scarce, no one is stupid enough to waste their energy, only those who have just been locked up will scream!

"Old Niu, did the person sent by Jin Wuwei open his mouth to explain? How did they lose the tribute melon, the nobles in the palace are still waiting. "A jailer took a bottle of sorghum wine in his hand and poured some into his bowl, and in such a dark and damp place he had to drink to ward off the cold, otherwise his body would not be able to stand it at all.

"Hey, this kind of greedy person who is afraid of life and death can't survive the cannon branding at all, so he can say it casually. However, their confession was a bit ridiculous, and it was said that the charlatan warlock had taken their tribute melon and sold it to passers-by, and that the melon that sold it would be magical. You say it's ridiculous, it's not ridiculous! ”

"I guess it's some kind of trick or deception. But they are royal businessmen, can they squeeze out some oil and water? ”

After Su Cheng heard the chat between the two jailers in a corner, he always felt that it sounded familiar, wasn't this the melon seller he had met outside the post station before?

At first, I didn't know that it was in the world of the demon cat, but I simply thought that the melon seller was a monk hidden in the market, but now in retrospect, I found that it should be Danlong, the senior brother of the demon cat white dragon!

"Damn, I missed such a big opportunity."

If he had hugged the thigh of the melon seller with his face at the beginning, he shouldn't have to be like the demon cat Bailong now.

If the white dragon belongs to the chaotic and evil camp, then selling Gua Weng Danlong is to be orderly and kind.

What did those people who escorted Gonggua do, so that the melon seller would use illusion to teach him a lesson, so that he fell into the prison of Dali Temple.

Although Su Cheng was a little curious, he was not a detective Di Renjie after all, and he was not in the mood to find out the truth of the matter, he just wanted to devour a few fresh souls!

The two jailers sat together and continued to talk about the shortcomings of the parents, which family had newly married a handsome daughter-in-law, and which widow had a good relationship with.

There was no need to stand up and patrol at all, there was no commander there, and there was no need to make a show.

Su Cheng looked around with his eyes, but he didn't find a ghost, which made him very disappointed!

"Say it or not! Who else is your accomplice who dares to assassinate the imperial court officials, how bold is it! In one room, the jailer held a long whip soaked in water in his hand, and "snapped" and hit the ** big man who was tied to a wooden stake.

The bearded man gritted his teeth and snorted, his eyes glaring angrily at the jailer in front of him, obviously too weak to speak, but he was unwilling to admit defeat, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

His upper body was covered with whip marks and soldering irons, his hands and feet were tied strongly, and his fingernails had all been pulled out!

"Do you really think we don't know? It's nothing more than a descendant, how many years have you still missed the throne, is that what you and other rebellious ministers and thieves dare to hope for? ”

With that, the jailer took the red-hot soldering iron and imprinted it on the bearded man's chest.

"Zizi"

The flesh and skin were directly roasted, and there was even a hint of meat fragrance!

Maybe the prisoners who have been held outside for too long will drool when they smell it.

Li Jiancheng is a matter of the early Tang Dynasty, and now that almost two hundred years have passed, he is still persistently rebelling?

Su Cheng didn't judge right or wrong, he planned to squat here for a while, because the bearded man's vitality was getting weaker and weaker.

"Don't kill him. If we can catch a big fish, we will be promoted and rich! ”

The previous jailer put the soldering iron back into the red-hot stove with some disgust, and spat at the big man, "Spare your dog life first." ”

The bearded man raised his head weakly, a relieved smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and then his body suddenly softened.

"Hurry up, find a doctor, don't let him die!"

"I'll go right away, you see if you faint."

In this environment for a long time, the psychology of the jailer is almost a little distorted and perverted, and now I know that I am in a hurry.

But Su Cheng knew that they were too late, because the soul of the bearded man had already left his body and was floating out!

The soul seemed to be attracted by something, and drifted straight towards the outside of the prison.

"Interesting, I'd like to see what the hell is going on."

The soul of the bearded man has been regarded by Su Cheng as a bag, and now he does not plan to devour it immediately, but runs all the way to follow, perhaps this can answer the question of why there are no souls and ghosts born in the prison of Dali Temple.

At the brightly lit doorway, a jailer ran outside in a panic, the prison has its own doctor, who usually lives not far from the prison.

And the spirit passed through the wooden fence and stone wall without any obstacles, and finally floated towards the bronze sculpture of the prison gate.

"Leave it for me!"

Su Cheng didn't care a lot, and he would never allow the food he fancified to be sucked away by a bronze sculpture, so he directly rushed out and used the little divine sense left to urge the little gourd to snatch the soul of the bearded man from the mouth of the bronze sculpture!

"Even a statue dares to steal my soul."

The power of the small gourd is extraordinary, and it has a strong restraining effect on soul-like creatures, and it can be easily taken back.

It happened that the divine consciousness was exhausted, and this soul was directly refined after being absorbed by the small gourd, and then turned into soul power to replenish it in the sea of consciousness that had dried up.

After a long drought and a rainy day, this soul power directly refilled Su Cheng's sea of knowledge, and the effect was very significant!

"One is too little, if only I could stock up more." He said meaninglessly.