"If you call him again, you'll stoning him to death!" Yan Sandao. Kuroishi smiled and raised the golden spoon, his head immediately stopped howling, his body trembled and twitched irregularly due to the severe pain, and cold sweat quickly soaked his clothes.

The two heads could see that the hideous-looking Black Stone was really going to kill him.

"Tell me, how do you get to the top of the mountain, you've been delayed for a long time!" Yan San continued to ask.

"It's enough to win two hundred games...... the two heads didn't dare to slack off, and answered Yan San's various questions carefully.

The interrogation continued all night until the glow-in-the-dark glowstone used for lighting in the room faded, and it was already daylight according to the time of the wailing abyss.

Yan San rubbed his brows, the third-order cultivator did not rely on sleep very much, but the interrogation all night was also quite exhausting. Through the double-headed mouth, Yan San finally got a general idea of the crying prison on the sixth layer.

"Last question, how to remove the ban?" Yan San asked, and Heishi immediately came to his senses, which was related to his own life, and he was almost destroyed by this thing not long ago.

"Uh...... The ......' both heads hesitated. This is his last hole card, honest all night, he didn't have the idea of "delaying time", he brought this batch of pigs to build a new house for Liu Sanye, when the time comes, no one will go Liu Sanye will definitely send someone to check, when the time comes, he can naturally see that something is wrong, as soon as the rescuers arrive, he will be saved.

Yan San waited for a while, and when he saw that his heads were still squeaking, he glanced at Heishi and said, "The ring in his hand is mine, help me get it!"

Heishi's face jumped, and he pulled his hands with the ring on both heads, and in the horrified gaze of both heads, the golden spoon smashed down.

There was a strange sound on the ground, mixed with the subtle sound of bones shattering, and the hands with the ring on both heads were suddenly blurred with flesh and blood, mixed with bone and blood, and the five fingers were strangely distorted, and they were no longer in shape.

This time, the two heads did not howl, and fainted almost instantly. Originally, he had severe pain when he broke a bone in one hand, and he was also very tired after a night of interrogation.

Heishi took off the cashier ring from the miserable hands of the two heads, picked up the placket of the two heads and wiped it again, and then handed it to Yan San. Without giving the order, Blackstone scooped up a scoop of cold water from the large glazed vat full of eggs, and poured it on the double-headed head.

"Do you remember, what's the matter with the ban?" Yan San turned around and put on his fingers calmly.

The face of the two heads was gray, and he looked at the expressionless young man in front of him tremblingly, this young man still had a pile of fluff on his mouth, and he really couldn't think of how he could be so indifferent and ruthless, as if his heart and intestines were made of iron. The loyal black stone on the side is covered with blood marks on his face at the moment, vicious as a ghost, and the two heads know very well that this is fatal, if it weren't for the restraint of the young man nicknamed "Black Tiger", his head would have been opened by the black stone. He had no choice.

After the house was completely dark, the day of the Wailing Prison could be considered to be the actual beginning.

The door of the two heads was kicked open with a slam kick, and a half-concealed shirt, with a black chest hair that was exposed, broke through the door, and his movements were extremely familiar, obviously after thousands of exercises. The blinding light of the torch dispelled the darkness of the room, and the stabbing head hurriedly closed his eyes, turned his head, and moved his body against the wall a few times.

"Help...... Brother Liu, help!' When he saw the person clearly, he shouted with the last bit of strength in both hands, his heart was relieved, and he completely fainted.

The big man with chest hair was flustered, and the two corpses outside the house made him vigilant, seeing the miserable situation of the flesh and blood on both hands, his heart was a sigh, and he didn't hesitate at the moment, he pulled out his long sword and ordered the two subordinates:

"Keep an eye on the door, don't let that class of pigs run away!" Mazi, you have sharp legs and feet, hurry up and tell Liu Sanye, and by the way, call the ghost lady to treat the injury......

Shuangtou's life was saved, and the pig was Liu Sanye's industry, and soon someone came to take over the work of Shuangtou. The two heads were carried on a stretcher, and they were carried from one darkness to the other with the two corpses, and from the perspective of the black stone, the only difference between the two heads and the two corpses was whether or not they had a rag on their heads.

"Lord Black Tiger, why don't you ......" Heishi's eyes gestured to a few torches that were fading away, wiped his hand around his neck, and asked suspiciously. Jianghu people have always done things neatly, and in Heishi's opinion, the things in the mouths of the two heads are almost taken out, and a knife will save too much trouble.

"He's still useful. Yan San replied lightly, his eyes seemed to be emitting a faint light in the darkness.

"Aren't you afraid of him talking nonsense?" though I'm not afraid that he's going to find someone, it's a trouble after all. Black Stone Road.

"If he's smart enough, he won't talk nonsense...... If he's not smart enough, hehe, there's no need to kill him. Yan San lowered his head, and there was a little blue light lingering on his fingertips, like a dream.

"Let's go, I'm going to be quiet and sort things out. Yan San's fingers moved, the blue light dissipated without a trace, he gently pinched his eyebrows with one hand, and quietly disappeared into the darkness. Hei Shi was still about to speak, looking at Yan San's tall and calm back, but he couldn't say anything. The tiger sneaks and has a calm momentum, but it does not allow all beasts to bother, otherwise it may splash blood in five steps.

Blackstone felt like he was walking beside the tiger at this point.

And in Yan San's mind, the information transmitted back from the thousands of shadows came one after another, and it was extracted and summarized by the soul split, and finally formed a vague crying prison.

I haven't walked the road, and I don't know how difficult it is to walk. The more you know, the more humble and reverent your heart becomes.

Yan San smiled bitterly, the older generation often said that the more they lived, the more timid they became, I was afraid that they were not talking about their current situation. Compared with the entire Wailing Prison, the two-headed No. 10 pig is like an ant, and he is known as the 'Black Tiger', a third-order master, and in this dark and dreary hell, he is really just a handful of yellow sand in the desert.

He is no longer the stunned young man he was back then, especially after experiencing the rebellious and bloodthirsty subordinates of "Crow". was silent, and at this time, Yan San knew very well that his unscrupulous temperament had not died until today, which was really the biggest miracle of reckless burial.

There are some things that cannot be solved with fists and blood...... Or there are more and better solutions besides fists and blood. This is the conclusion that Yan San has drawn from the bloody drama directed by the crow himself after experiencing the fifth layer of the crying abyss, and this conclusion has touched Yan San deeply.

In terms of strength alone, Black Widow casually adding one more leader of the Heavenless Sect is enough to fight against the crow, and if she adds two fourth-order body cultivators, she can beat all the forces of the crow and Yan San out of the dog's brain. However, the fact is that the crow is alive and kicking around, the black widow only has a wisp of remnant soul left, three fourth-order masters, the eight-armed sword demon has become a dog, and the two bodies have been cultivated into corpse puppets, and the Wutian Sect has been uprooted on the fifth floor, and the grave grass of many so-called masters is estimated to be half a foot deep at this time......

If it weren't for the crow's soul seal, Yan San would have asked himself, and there would be almost no suspense about becoming the crow's 'reincarnation'. Every time he thought of this, Yan San was drenched in cold sweat.

It was useless to think too much, Yan San eliminated distracting thoughts, and carefully thought about the next road to take.

At this time, he is still in the dark, and the road to making a fortune in a muffled voice must come to the point where he can't go any further, which requires an identity. Not particularly prominent and regarded as a thorn in the side, but also to achieve his own goals, it is possible to contact the world outside the black prison when he goes to the top of the mountain, and to join Tuoba Ye and Wang Buchi.

For this point, Yan San can only take one step at a time, the rules of the Crying Prison are like this, you must win two hundred games to reach the top of the mountain, but if you win two hundred games and still don't want to be known, then this Crying Prison is probably blind...... Sometimes you can't hide the light when you stand on a high place, and it's a helpless thing.

Secondly, Yan San really needs to fight, a lot of bloody actual combat can consolidate the strength that can be improved rapidly like a blowout, and the third-order spiritual cultivation, especially the 'Great Wind Song' that I don't know what the hell it is, must be verified and precipitated by actual battles. Including the Heavenly King Jue and the Extinction of All Thoughts, it all needs to be run in a little bit. The strength of the three repairs should definitely not be as simple as 1+1 plus 1, this road is very long and lonely, but there are definitely many, many surprises.

At last...... Yan San raised his eyes and stared at the top of the mountain, which was as distant as the stars in the sky, where a ray of heavenly light leaked down, becoming the only true light in this lifeless ghostly hell. It was the real light of heaven, and it felt like the light sprinkled on the soul platform in his spiritual world, small and fragile, but it was the only detachment.

This crying prison, the entire crying abyss, the water is still very deep, before reaching the bottom of the water, Yan San is just a passerby. But if you really prove your idea, then ...... It's another big gamble about the life of the family!

This place is getting more and more interesting! Yan San smiled lightly, and saw that the black stone on the side was thrilling, and he couldn't help but slander in his heart: You said that you are a big man, why are you smiling so mysteriously alone? Hmm...... But it's pretty good! It's much better than pretending to be deep! So, it's better to laugh!

A little bit of faint blue light resurfaced on Yan San's fingertips, if there was nothing, it was almost invisible in this dark world, this time the black stone could see clearly, the faint blue light point made him feel a familiar fluctuation of spiritual power, if he hadn't eaten in vain for decades, that familiar breath was...... Double-headed!

Yes, this point of dark blue is Yan San's biggest gain this time: the forbidden method of the Wailing Prison, the evil seed of qi and blood, aura and even soul yuan, the pig charm.

If a thorn is planted in the opponent's heart, and when necessary, it can be dispersed and slightly weaker. Life hangs in the hands of people, and all the people in the middle of the art bow their heads and ears, also called pigs, living puppets.