Su Guwei is a very eccentric person.

Of course, the people who were locked up in this Long Night Si Heavenly Prison, but were not killed by Zhu Xian, probably have their own eccentricities.

For example, the old man who was locked up in the No. 7 cell of the Dizi Dynasty, I heard that he was still a descendant of a certain royal family of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and he had taken over the post of Zongzheng, but he was imprisoned here because of the anger of the emperor with some advice;

But compared to these, Su Guwei can still be called a very eccentric person.

He was locked in the No. 86 cell, the old department of his herdsman's army, the border city of Liangzhou, the family seemed to be a famous family of swordsmen in the past, but when something happened, the family fell into the middle of the road, and in his generation, he was the only one and the son under his knees. On weekdays, he always boasts to others that although his qualifications are dull, his cub is a genius, no matter what Chen Xuanji or Zhu Longqi, he may not be able to catch his son's knife.

The prisoners in the cell made fun of him more than once for this, but Su Guwei didn't care and still went his own way.

This prison of the Long Night Division is not an ordinary place, it eats pig food, drinks muddy water, and has to be sent to be beaten so badly every once in a while. There are very few people who can survive until the day of the autumn queen's beheading, and most of them swallowed their breath early under this inhuman torture.

Su Gu Wei's cultivation in the Three Yuan Realm is not surprising in this prison of the Long Night Division, which is from the princely royal family to the heroes of the rivers and lakes, but he has lived for a long time, and he has lived for a year. If all goes well, he can be one of the few people in this cell who survives until the day of the autumn.

But that still doesn't make him eccentric.

The most peculiar thing about a man over forty years old is that in addition to talking about his son, the most common sentence he says is: "The leaves have not withered in autumn and winter, and the knife man will not come out with a knife!"

No one knows what the meaning of this sentence is, but lately his muttering has become more and more frequent, sentence after sentence, day and night. Some prisoners who were familiar with him had persuaded him, but Su Guwei continued to murmur such a sentence as if he couldn't listen to him.

The jailer in charge of the cell was so annoyed by his quarrel that he used a leather whip more than once, but to no avail. As long as he was okay, as long as he could open his mouth, he would always murmur this sentence from his mouth.

"The leaves have not withered in autumn and winter, and the people who are on credit will not come out with a knife!"

"The leaves have not withered in autumn and winter, and the people who are on credit will not come out with a knife!"

"The leaves have not withered in autumn and winter, and the people who are on credit will not come out with a knife!"

......

On this day, after being beaten badly by the jailer who was napping at night, Su Guwei was carried to the cell in a blur of flesh and blood, and he was thrown into the corner like mud.

It seems that because of his excessive injury, he has not woken up for a long time. The prisoner in the nearby room tried to call him by name, but the other party did not respond to several calls. This continued until the end of the day, when the candle flickered in the cell, and the jailer began to snooze again in this dreary atmosphere.

And Su Guwei, who had been lying for a long time, suddenly seemed to be stunned, his eyes opened suddenly, and his mouth began to murmur again that made everyone's ears callous.

His voice slowly changed from subtle to high-pitched, from high-pitched to like a roar, and his body slowly stood up at that time, and the whole person seemed to have lost his mind and went crazy, and his expression was hideous and terrifying.

The jailer was finally awakened by his whispering, and the prisoners on the side kindly reminded Su Guwei not to anger the jailer again, but the other party still turned a blind eye to their kindness.

"The leaves have not withered in autumn and winter, and the people who are on credit will not come out with a knife!"

......

He was still muttering something like this.

"What's it called, haven't you had enough?" The jailer, who had been awakened from his dream, was obviously in a terrible mood, and he walked quickly to Su Guwei's cell, and struck the iron pillar of the cell with the iron rod in his hand, making a piercing sound.

"The person with the knife on credit has arrived, he can't make a knife, he can't use a knife!"

Su Guwei, covered in blood, stood up at that time, and he crawled to the pillar door of the cell and spoke loudly.

"What kind of knife person, what can't get a knife, Lao Tzu sees that you are underbeaten!" The fierce and vicious jailer obviously didn't have the heart to savor the meaning of Su Guwei's words, he frowned, and was about to step forward and beat Su Guwei.

His force was extremely great, and the barbed iron rod unexpectedly cut through Su Guwei's body, and the dripping blood gushed out at that time, which would make the already bloody body more and more hideous and terrifying.

But Su Guwei didn't seem to be aware of this.

He clung to the iron pillar of the cell and stared at the jailer with wide eyes.

"Don't go out of the knife!

"The knife man is here!"

"Don't go with the knife!"

He roared loudly, like a jackal at the end of his rope, letting out his final wail before dying. And tears poured down his eyes at that time, mixing with the undried blood on his cheeks, and adding two more blood marks on his face.

The jailer obviously didn't expect such a change, he was frightened by Su Guwei's crazy appearance, and his body subconsciously took a step back.

But when he came back to his senses and was about to regain some scenes for his timidity, the bloodied man's eyes suddenly froze, and instantly became hollow, and his hand holding the iron pillar of the cell slowly loosened at that time, and his body fell straight on his back like a kite with a broken string.

Rumble!

With a soft sound, the aura on Su Guwei's body suddenly dissipated.

"The surname Su?" The jailer was stunned and subconsciously called, but the other party did not respond. Just in case, the jailer hurriedly opened the door, cautiously walked to Su Guwei, and put his hand on the tip of his nose, the jailer's heart sank at that time, and there was no breath there.

He's dead?

He thought of it like this, but for some reason he couldn't help but think of Su Guwei's strange appearance before, he felt a little unlucky, so he simply waved his hand, and called his colleagues who were patrolling together, holding the corpse that had lost his breath, and slowly carried it out and threw it into the room in charge of the morgue.

This kind of thing happened every day in the prison of the Long Night Division, and although the jailer was a little depressed, he didn't take it to heart.

But after he walked out of the room, in the room full of corpses and emitting a foul smell, a phantus suddenly appeared.

His appearance was blurry in the dark, but the aura emanating from his body was a little dark and terrifying.

He slowly walked over to the corpse that had just been brought in, and looked at it carefully for a long time.

Then he muttered to himself, "It is only right that the father and the son pay their debts." ”

At that time, the body slowly dissipated, disappearing into this deathly silence.

It was the end of autumn, and at the window outside the room, the leaves of an ancient tree were yellow, and the cold wind blew, and the leaves swayed.

But in the end, he still stubbornly hung on the branches...

Not withered...