Hellhound, resembling a dog in appearance and as large as a cow. Lives only in the space of the Mohorovich discontinuum between the crust and the mantle.

This thing has a violent temperament, loves to eat human flesh, and because of its sharp teeth and fine spiral inscriptions, it can even be swallowed by ghosts.

Three years ago, Tibet's Daxueshan Monastery guarded the retrograde passage, and once caught a few of them and sent them to the First Research Institute of the Special Case Department in Beijing. It's just that this thing is very sensitive to light, and once it has visible light, it will become extremely irritable, and even the red-clothed lama of the Great Snow Mountain Temple can't suppress it.

Later, after tossing for a long time, they didn't even arrive in Beijing, and these hell dogs died violently on the road. It was only after the body was sent to the First Research Institute of the Special Cases Division that some relevant data was obtained.

What I didn't expect was that the Manchester Rosist consortium had also seized this thing, and had also tried to domesticate it.

But saying that the warden used hellhounds to suppress the riot was really a clever move. After all, one thing descends to one thing, those ghosts, zombies, and spirits are not afraid of heaven and earth, but they are afraid of this kind of hordes of hell dogs.

As soon as this thing rushed out of the iron cage, it rushed into the ghost prison with a roar, relying on its strange strength and sharp claws, and killed a bloody path in minutes.

On that day, there were countless ghosts in the ghost prison whose souls were devoured alive, more than 30 riotous exorcists were killed and wounded, and even those old and hard zombies were gnawed into a skeleton of bones.

The Exorcist fled into the Wind Square with a group of rioting prisoners, trying to keep the hellhounds at bay with the iron net. But the hooded man cut off the current of the iron net, and those ordinary iron nets were like noodles under the teeth of the hellhounds, and they were directly gnawed into a sieve......

After the riot subsided, the prison did not recall these hell dogs, after all, this thing does not recognize its relatives and has a brutal temperament, and it is easy to recall it when it is released.

So they added another steel fence to the windward square, and put a strong electric current through it, which served as a wall to bind the hellhounds. As a result, the original Fangfeng Square was transformed into the largest prison in the ghost prison.

Because there were thirteen hellhounds in it, it was named Prison No. 13.

Prison No. 13 is a ghost prison, and some ghosts and zombies who have made big mistakes or are dissatisfied with the prison management are all thrown into Prison No. 13, and they are called punishment.

If these ghostly zombie spirits survive a night in Cell Thirteen, no matter what your faults may be, the prison authorities will not punish them again. Although it will not let you out, it can also be served with good food and drink, and you will not die.

It's just that since the formation of Prison No. 13, there are very few people who have survived a night inside with their bare hands.

Almost nothing, just because there is none. Because Cell 13 is large enough, it's so dark that you can't see anything. As long as you can avoid the hellhounds, you still have a chance to survive one night.

If you want to avoid Hellhounds, you must first be able to see. Exorcists with yin and yang eyes, or other sensory anomalous abilities, tend to live longer.

The warden's idea was simple, if I could really see things that ordinary people couldn't, I would have a chance to live in Cell 13. If I'm really an ordinary exorcist with no special abilities, then I deserve to die, so don't waste his old man's time.

When I realized what was going on, my nose was crooked. But I was also scared in my heart, the thirteen hell dogs, not even the prisoners of the riot could bite at the beginning, wouldn't it be a dead end if I went in?

After all, it's still a small life that matters, so I quickly said to the hooded man, always ...... Chief, what, let's discuss, can you let me go once? I promise not to hold you back tomorrow.

The hooded man said expressionlessly, no one dared to disobey what the prison chief said, he said that if you want to go in, you have to go in, but you don't have to say it.

By the time he said this, he had dragged me into a room with flashing red warning lights. There were three demons slayers with guns in the room, and when they saw the hooded man enter, they immediately stood up straight.

The hooded man said, opening the door to Cell 13.

This door is not made of electronic technology, but of heavy mechanical force. When the three demon suppressors heard the hooded man's command, they immediately turned the axle next to him, and the axle drove the mechanical arm, and creaked open a small hole only more than a meter high.

The entrance to the cave was pitch black, and from time to time there was an eerie aura that filled the air, and the cold touch gave me goosebumps all over my body.

The three demon suppressors looked at me gloatingly, and said to the hooded man in a flattering tone, "Lord Steward, why did you bring someone here yourself?" Let's discipline us.

Hooded man said, less nonsense! Throw him in. If he is still alive after twelve hours, get him out. If there's any mess, throw you all into it!

The three demon suppressors shuddered, and then hurriedly stood up and said, "Don't worry, Lord Steward, I promise that there will be no mistakes!"

The hooded man ignored them, looked at me meaningfully, and said, "Yu Buren, if you have any ability, don't hide it inside." Otherwise, if you die inside, even your soul will be treated as a snack. ”

I was sweating profusely and said, "Oh! Don't, Lord Administrator, let's talk about it, okay? Ouch! it!

The last sentence was uttered by me through gritted teeth, because the hooded man didn't listen to my words at all, and directly picked me up and threw me through the doorway more than one meter high.

There was a clangling sound behind him, and the door had been re-locked by the three demon suppressors. I jumped to my feet and scolded, saying that you inhuman bastards, Lao Tzu will be killed by you!

The hooded man's voice came from behind the fence, and he said, with this little effort, it is better to hurry up and think of how to survive.

His words were like ice water poured down directly, and I was so frightened that I quickly stopped talking. These bastards won't let me out, and it's useless to scream at my throat, but they might even attract the hellhounds.

So I immediately shut up and quickly changed positions along the iron fence.

When I changed positions, the hooded man told me that don't try to escape by jumping over the fence, it's all connected to high-voltage electricity, and if you touch it, you will be electrocuted into charcoal, and even the corpse will be saved.

I gritted my teeth in anger, because these iron fences were as thick as the mouth of a bowl, and they were iron fences rather than iron pillars. It is said that the iron pillar is buried in the ground for three or four meters, and the height of the exposed iron pillar is more than ten meters, and I can't climb out even if I want to.

Although I really want to scold my mother, I know that scolding my mother doesn't work, and ensuring that I can survive is the first priority. Fortunately, the tantric iron rod and the package in my hand are still there, except for the pistol in the special case department, there is no shortage of things in the package.

Whether I can survive more than twelve hours depends on my ability.

Because the hellhound is irritable when he sees the light source, it is pitch black in Prison Thirteen. Only occasionally a pale blue phosphorous fire rises on the ground, allowing me to see my surroundings clearly.

The ground was littered with dog paw footprints, as well as some broken bones. The bones looked like they had been gnawed by some wild beast, and they looked like they weren't human.

These corpses were either left behind by the prisoners of the riot or the unlucky ones who made mistakes, just like I am now.

With so many people dying in prison No. 13, it is natural that there is no more than me, and no less than me.

Bypassing the broken bones and through the mess of barbed wire, I found a relatively intact abandoned room.

This room was supposed to be used by the demon slayer to manage the prisoners when the wind was blowing before, and the room was so high that you could have an unobstructed view of the surroundings when you stood on it. It's just that it's pitch black, and I can't see anything even if I climb up.

But after thinking about it, I still climbed up with the tantric iron rod. If nothing else, just because there are concrete walls here, and if you're lucky, there are doors and windows. As soon as I shut the door and window, and nest all night, I don't believe that the hellhounds will find me.

It's just that imagination is always better than reality, and the main building of this house is still intact, but the windows and doors are all broken. I didn't dare to turn on the flashlight, but I just took a rough glance at it with the help of the ghost fire rising outside.

There seemed to be two skeletons on the ground, and the skeleton was incomplete. I squatted down and groped for a while, judging from the touch, this bone was already crispy and crispy, and it broke when I pinched it, and I should have been dead for a long time.

I said something of offendedness, and then I cleaned up the bones and made room for myself.

Anyway, the people who died in Prison Thirteen can't even be ghosts, and I'm not afraid of offending those ghosts.

After cleaning up, I pulled out two black silk scriptures from my bag. The two silk scriptures are pitch black in color and have the Diamond Sutra written in red letters. Because it's pitch black throughout, it's not very winkling in this ghost place.

I used the silk scriptures as a curtain and a curtain, covering the windows and doors, respectively, and opened a bottle and sprinkled the water of the River Styx, to hide my human breath.

After all of this, I breathed a sigh of relief. With the water of the River Styx covering the breath, and the silk scriptures blocking the light source, those hellhounds should not be able to find themselves, right?

While he was praying secretly, a high-pitched dog barked suddenly came from the darkness.

The voice was quite far away from me, but the dog barked so loudly that it barked incessantly. Everyone also knows that once one of the dogs starts barking, the other dogs will follow suit and keep barking. In an instant, the entire Thirteenth Prison was filled with the barking of dogs.

I said in my heart, these big dogs can't find me, right?

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