The chains made a dull sound in his ears, and the young man in the prison looked up. He had a haggard face, gooey food scraps on his dry lips, fleas dancing in his frizzy hair, and an unconcealable stench that he couldn't tell if it was his own smell or that of the other cell inmates.

It was quiet, except for the dead breathing of the prisoners, faint and hopeless......

Bang - The door to the hallway is opened, and a new prisoner enters.

This is a "deep water dungeon" located at the bottom of the capital, which is dedicated to the detention of warriors with zeki. It is a square dungeon, with no floor, and the underground is full of clear water, and more than 200 cells are separated by narrow boardwalks that are laid straight into a well, and pontoon bridges are erected only when it is necessary to enter and exit, otherwise the cells are like islands floating on the water.

Two jailers pressed a prisoner onto the boardwalk, his eerie shimmering chains dragged through the water, creating ripples.

The prisoner's name is Zhang Kezhao, who is imprisoned for the felony of aiding in the assassination of the emperor, and is waiting to be released.

"Get in. ”

The jailer opened the door of the cell next to the boy, pushed Zhang Kezhao inside, locked him up and down with chains, and then left the cell, put away the plank, and hurriedly disappeared from the prisoners' field of vision.

The boy turned his head with difficulty to look at the new inmate.

Zhang Kezhao spoke first: "How old are you this year, what did you do and get caught?" he said in a relaxed tone, as if he was here for a vacation.

The young man sighed, "It's a long story...... It's me who was so stupid and calculated. ”

"Don't pretend to be pitiful!" the Hundred Bitter Sect disciples on the side laughed hysterically, "You are calculated, so what about us? Not to be calculated?" The Hundred Bitter Sect disciples beside him immediately echoed. "That damn thousand-handed poisonous girl, if it weren't for her, how would we have ended up in such a field!"

The boy turned his head to the other side again, looking at the gray-haired, shriveled Hundred Bitters cultist.

"The remnants of the Hundred Bitter Sect, leave them alone. Zhang Kezhao disdained and reminded the boy.

Not to be outdone, the cultist asked sharply, "Yu Sin, where did you come from?"

The chains slammed into each other, and the spacious dungeon immediately echoed, and the surface of the water was shaken by the sound.

"This beast is Zhang Kezhao!" a Hundred Bitter Sect recognized his identity, "He was the one who arrested us back then!"

When Zhang Kezhao heard the voice, he turned his head to look at it and sneered: "Isn't this Wen Fuen, your kid is still alive." ”

"Oh my name, there is reincarnation in the Heavenly Dao, and now you beast has also come in!" another scolded angrily.

Zhang Kezhao twisted his body again and made extremely strange movements.

He recognized four or five members of the Hundred Bitter Sect one after another, and everyone scolded him incessantly, but it was only verbal effort. Gradually, the followers of the Hundred Bitter Sect got tired.

"Zhang Kezhao, do you know that because of you, we will never see the sun. "A man grumbles weakly.

"You slaughtered countless people back then, but did you ever wonder if those who were killed would be able to see the sun?" he asked retorting without flinching, showing no mercy to the cultists.

The boy sighed.

"What are you pretending to be old, kid, the first day you came, you yelled, but now you're twisting and pinching. Someone immediately taunted the boy.

The boy clenched his fists, but his hands could not exert their strength.

The water here is similar to the water in the heyday of Wudang, it can deprive the mind, and it also has an additional role - suppressing zeqi.

He gave up on himself, anyway, it was impossible for these people to leave the water prison, even if they knew the truth, what if they knew the truth? Everyone was already dead, so he said: "The Hundred Bitter Sect was killed by Bian Li of Wudang, and the Thousand Hands Poisonous Girl was also bewitched by him. ”

"The kid is talking nonsense or something, this can also be related to Wudang, what else is Bian Li?"

"Isn't he crazy? I don't think he was so imposing on the first day. ”

Laughter erupted.

Zhang Kezhao didn't smile, he stared at the boy through the iron bar. The deep-water dungeon is full of martial artists who have committed the most heinous crimes, and this young man looks less than twenty, how can he do something that hurts heaven and reason? He just mentioned the Hundred Bitter Sect and Wudang, could it be that he touched some secret and was framed by someone to fall here?

"Boy, what's your name?"

"Me?"

"Otherwise, who else is the 'boy'?"

The boy looked at him all the time, and seemed to have some way to get out of here. He felt that he had grasped a life-saving straw, and said eagerly: "My name is Chen Jian." ”

"Chen Jian?" Zhang Kezhao was stunned, this name was familiar, "Isn't Chen Jian just some time ago...... The one who beheaded Kamui Tokai?"

"It's my ......" Chen Jian didn't expect that he was really famous, and even the prisoners in the capital recognized him.

"Why are you here? What did you just say was calculated?"

"Do you have a way to get out?"

Chen Jian didn't want to bother talking.

I don't know how many days I've been locked up here, and I can't keep my organs running at a minimum, so it's no wonder that the prisoners are so skinny.

He wanted a definite answer, and if he couldn't make a promise, he didn't bother to say any more.

"I can. I'm a left-back leader, and someone will pull me out. Zhang Kezhao is quite sure.

Although Zuo Wei Rate is not a blood relative of the royal family, he controls most of the East Palace's fortifications, even if he is to be beheaded, he will never stay in this place, he will definitely be asked to tell all the details of the East Palace defense before he dies, so that the next Zuo Wei Rate controls the overall situation, and the next Zuo Wei Rate is his adopted son, as long as he sees his adopted son, he can wash away all grievances.

Chen Jian's brain was chaotic, and he couldn't think of anything about Zuo Wei's rate, but seeing that this person looked calm, it shouldn't be a lie.

"Okay. I'm telling you. ”

He only wanted to tell Zhang Kezhao alone, but each cell was far away, and the other Hundred Bitter Sect members also wanted to hear the story, so he had to let go of his voice and tell the prisoners around him what had happened during this time.

Starting from the discovery of the phonograph urn in the Xuanjing Palace, he described in detail the various connections between Bian Li, Zhang Shenghan, and the Baikujiao.

As the narration progressed, the absent-minded Hundred Bitter Sect disciples found that the young man's description with his nose and eyes seemed to be true!

They violently shook the chains, venting their years of accumulated indignation, trying to make their grievances heard by outsiders.

But the noise only upset them even more.

Chen Jian was like igniting a bomb, blowing up the dull water prison to a boil.

Hearing that Cai Gong was killed by the Sword of Life and Death, everyone was indignant and scolded Zhang Shenghan for not being a thing, and Chen Jian barely felt a trace of warmth after hearing it. People are dying, and their words are also good, these death row prisoners with no hope for the future have become the most amiable people, and Chen Jian experiences the absurdity of life.

"I didn't have time to bury him," Chen Jian muttered, "so I left in a hurry." After that, he met a man in the forest, who called himself Jin Yiren, who belonged to the Wangye faction three years ago. The prince faction once tried to bring the gramophone urn to the imperial court, so that the subversive faction could be destroyed in one fell swoop, but the prince faction appeared a traitor, and the subversive faction was notified of the matter in time, and the subversive faction sent people to intercept and kill, and in the end, only Jin Yiren escaped, and he has been living in seclusion in Wudang Mountain all these years. He helped me erase the traces to avoid the tracking of the Trace Hall, and it took me one day to leave Wudang and go north, and it took me about half a month before I arrived in the capital.

"I met a stranger in the capital, he called himself Gong Lian, who was sent by the princess to pick me up, and showed me the token. I confirmed that the token was genuine, and I thought that no one would dare to pretend to be Gong Lian, so I believed it. He took me to the accommodation he had arranged, and when I woke up, I was chained here. ”

"No wonder you were carried in. ”

On the day he was carried in by the jailers, the prisoners were discussing how this kid had such a big face, and he actually fell asleep and went into the cell, which turned out to be drugged by someone else.

"Is that Gonglian team fake?" Zhang Kezhao asked, "Did he say his name?"

"I didn't say it. ”

"Then you still believe him! What a fool!" someone shouted.

Chen Jian didn't bother to argue.

The Gonglian team has the rules of the Gonglian team, if it is not specially requested by the princess, their names are kept secret, and even each other does not know. But why should he tell the prisoners about these things? The truth is that he was deceived and put in a deep-water dungeon.

Zhang Kezhao thought for a moment and said calmly: "I understand, when I go out, I will definitely find a way to take you out with me." ”

"Thank you. ”

"Hey, surnamed Zhang, what about us? You guy also heard Chen Jian say just now, we were all used by Bian Li, and we are innocent! You also have to tell the people outside about this matter, and I will be taught innocent with all kinds of hardships!"

"But it's a fact that you killed people. Zhang Kezhao did not give an inch on this point.

"You-"

The cell door in the corridor was pushed open, and everyone knew that Zhang Kezhao would be able to get out soon.

Zhang Kezhao triumphantly watched the jailer walk in.

As the jailer approached, his face turned pale.

"No...... Why...... Why you!"

The brave man suddenly wailed, his legs twisted continuously, trying to get as far away as possible from the slowly approaching jailer, the other prisoners suddenly did not make a sound, Chen Jian felt unprecedented fear, he lowered his head in fear, and observed the jailer with his peripheral vision.

The jailer was walking towards Zhang Kezhao, and he didn't need the wooden pontoon.

"You're mistaken! You're mistaken! I'm Zhang Kezhao! I'm Zhang Kezhao by the left guard—brute! Don't come in, you've mistaken person, idiot! Brute......"

He scolded and pleaded for a while, and the tears of the bean were rolling down his body, and the sweat gushing out like a waterfall soaked the prison clothes.

The other prisoners gave them indifferent but sympathetic glances.

Even if they can't leave the deep-water dungeon for the rest of their lives, they don't want to end up with Zhang Kezhao.

Chen Jian finally saw the jailer clearly-

He was tall and slender, his body was hidden in a dark red and navy blue robe, and a gray and black Luo umbrella was inserted behind his back, and a certain shape was embroidered on the Luo umbrella, but Chen Jian couldn't see it, the tip of the umbrella was a treasure building, and it jingled as the jailer walked forward.

As the jailer approached the cell, a face with a mask painted with Hades appeared under the umbrella.

"Not me...... It's not me ......."

In less than a minute, Zhang Kezhao had exhausted all his physical strength, and he fell to the ground like a dry corpse, allowing the jailer to grab his arm and drag him off the ground.

The jailer's voice passed through the mask, with a buzzing voice: "Zhang Kezhao, purgatory." ”

Zhang Kezhao was dragged out of the deep-water dungeon like this, and seemed to be dead.

For the next five or six hours, no one said a word. Zhang Kezhao once brought them a short period of hope, but at that moment, the light of hope suddenly became the darkness that swallowed the starry sky, and no one wanted to think of him, as if he did not exist at all.

I don't know how long it took, and the cold breath enveloped Chen Jian.

He looked up.

A bone-like hand grabbed his arm.

"Chen Jian, purgatory. ”

*

Fear comes from the unknown, this is a sentence of Lovecraft, Chen Jian, who lives in the 21st century full of technology and does not touch the frontier of physics, never feels that there is an "unknown" in this world, but he now understands it.

The jailer didn't say a word, his right hand tightly clamped Chen Jian's left arm, and walked forward at a uniform speed like a machine control, leading him out of the deep-water dungeon.

Outside the dungeon was still a dimly lit dungeon, and they walked through one corridor after another, and Chen Jian kept sketching the map in his mind, trying not to waste time when escaping. They kept going down, and the dungeon seemed to lead to the center of the earth. The temperature was getting colder and colder, and Chen Jian, who couldn't use his qi, was already stiff on all fours, his knees were difficult to bend, and he walked awkwardly like a puppet.

Suddenly, there was a loud sound of water ahead.

After the corner, you will see a hot water waterfall.

The jailer led Chen Jian across the waterfall, and the warm water washed him clean, like a newborn.

Walk through the waterfall and a neat set of clothes is laid out in front of you.

"Put it on. ”

Chen Jian did so.

It was a perfectly fitting dress, and the fact that everything was so elegant and formal made him even more uneasy.

After changing his clothes, the jailer grabbed Chen Jian's right hand and continued walking.

Immediately afterward, a red, green, and blue gate stood in the way, sensing the arrival of the jailer, and slowly opened, revealing a room full of splendor and opulence, out of place with a simple stone dungeon.

There were two people in the room, one was dressed in official clothes, with a big belly and kind eyes, and the other was unusual, with a statue of Jizo Bodhisattva and Sanskrit painted on his clothes, a string of wishful beads in his right hand, a gold human head in his left hand, a circle of lotus brocade around his neck, and a huge hat with a red and green coat on his head, the brim of which covered the upper half of his face, and the lower half of his face was a real skeleton.

Chen Jian couldn't breathe.

"Chen Jian, I heard that you brought some good things back. The fat minister squinted and smiled, and patted the phonograph urn in his hand.

"Are you...... "Chen Jian knew that Bian Liangtu was a fat man.

"You're smart and it's a pity. Bian Liangtu smiled, "Do you know where the pity is - you do things for the princess, not for me." ”

As he spoke, he let go of his grip on the gramophone urn.

The urn shattered, and a chaotic, muffled sound rang out from it, and then the nine orbs vanished.

"That kid still likes to be clever," Bian Liangtu said calmly, "Team Gonglian? she probably can't count how many of my people are around." ”

"The Gong Lian team that picked me up...... You sent it. ”

"Yes, he's really Gong Lian, but he's also my man. Bian Liangtu clapped his hands, "Okay, without further ado, it's time to send you on your way." ”

Chen Jian turned around and wanted to run, but was frozen in place by the jailer.

Jizo Gong stood up from his chair, his gray skeletal hand sticking out of his wide cuffs, and his huge, cold palm covered Chen Jian's face.

"What do you want...... Let go of me!"

The skull hands emit a reddish glow.

"The sinner Chen Jian, with flesh and blood as the Qu, with the soul as the fulfillment, eighteen expulsions, complacency of merit, endless karma, all obey the fate. Purgatory Reincarnation—"

In an instant, everything was gone.

Chen Jian's eyes widened, staring at the blood-like darkness spreading from his eyes.

Anger, fear, remorse...... He wants revenge, he wants to escape from the prison he is about to go to, he wants to kill all the people who deceived him, and all the evil ghosts in Wudang!

Thousands of emotions tear the body and mind apart, the brain hurts so much that you can't feel the pain, and the experience of this world flashes through your mind.

He still remembered the vague agreement with Wen Qingyun, Cai Gong was pierced by the sword of life and death, the indifferent Zhang Shenghan, and the face of Bian Liangtu hiding the knife in his smile......

The fire burst in his ears, as if falling from a high cliff, his internal organs were squeezed by the tremendous resistance, he was swirled into an infinite whirlpool by the torrent, and the torture like the corpse of five horses was inflicted on him one by one—

The cold blade of ice burrowed into the bones, the sour green pus kept tearing the skin, the screams of the terrible ghosts ruptured the eardrums, the pain burst out of the throat, but the sound was only whirring and wheezing, the heart was pulled out of the throat by the invisible giant hand, and together with the blood vessels, the whole body was turned upside down inside and out, the eyes were only pitch black and beating nerves, the fire of the sandalwood enveloped the alienated flesh, and the connection between flesh and bone turned into charred ......

In the purgatory of the Eternal Fire of Eternal Calamity, Chen Jian melted into a pool of viscous monsters with no human form.

Purgatory, the greatest feast for this sinner!