Pete's belongings were searched clean, lock-picking gadgets, knives, water bottles, some coins, etc., and then escorted to a dark and damp dungeon by several guards.

One of the guards opened the heavy iron lock of the cell door, and Pete felt a pain in his body, and his thin body was kicked away, and then landed on the hard, slippery floor.

With a thud, the little cell guard locked the door.

"Take good care, this is the assassin who assassinated Hou Ye, don't let him escape. A guard leader admonished.

"Rest assured, as long as the person sent to the dungeon, no prisoner will ever be able to escape, unless he will transform. The dungeon warden said flatteringly.

The leader of the guards nodded, said no more, and prepared to leave.

"Brother, why don't you have a drink here?" The dungeon guard greeted him warmly, these are all Hou Ye's personal guards, and they often follow Hou Ye's side, in case they say a good word, they will not be developed.

"Thanks, we still have something to do. The leader of the guards turned away with his brother with a grim face, with a look of disgust on his face, who liked to dine in this damp dungeon.

Pete got up from the ground and sat against the wall of the dungeon, the kick just now almost ruined him, taking advantage of the dim light, squinting at the thief's eyes to see the movement around him, the dungeon guard and the three little jailers were drinking and bragging, and gradually drinking their tongues a little bigger.

Pete stood up and groped around, the walls of the dungeon were tightly sealed, it turned out to be a whole stone, there was not even a window, only a half-foot square vent was left, and it was still open at a height of two meters, and the ground was the same, it was basically impossible to dig a tunnel to escape, his tongue was dry, and he wanted to drink water.

"Hey, I want water!" Pete tapped on the iron railing, holding out his hand to greet the jailer.

"You're not far from dead, and you still want to drink water, and you'll skin you if you scream!" a jailer threw over a bone, and there was still a trace of flesh on it.

Pete saw that the bone was more than a meter away from him.

There were a few drops of water on the top of his head, and after a few seconds, they fell down, and they just dropped on Pete's head, Pete was excited, and his mind cleared up, Pete opened his mouth and caught the droplets that were about to drop, and the drops moistened his lips slightly, but he felt more thirsty.

Look at the iron door, rusted, locked by a huge iron lock, without a key to open the door, it seems that there is little chance of escaping from here.

It is estimated that it is already the middle of the night, Pete touched his body, there were no items, he slapped himself hard, what kind of anger is it, after delivering the letter, he will go back to receive the reward, and test what the Hou Ye is doing, and now he is in prison, and it is such a dungeon, he doesn't want to stay for a minute.

From the afternoon to now, he hadn't eaten anything, just licked a few drops of water with his head up, tired and hungry, he looked at the bones one meter away from the iron bar, a trace of flesh foam remained on the bones, and he felt some fluid began to secrete from the throat and the sides of the tongue.

Pete slapped himself again, but he couldn't do this, gnawing on other people's bones, what was that? That's what a dog would do! Pete dispelled the primitive thought just now, and closed his eyes from looking at the bone.

Although his eyes were closed, the appearance of the bone still appeared clearly in his mind, so that it became clearer and clearer, it was a slender bone, and Pete couldn't help but have the idea to get the bone.

The jailers were drunk and snoring, and in their minds, as long as they were locked in this dungeon, it would be difficult to fly, and besides, they hid their keys well, and they didn't worry about anyone stealing their keys.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Pete stretched out his long hand to reach the bone, but the bone was still half a foot away from the tip of his finger, and he stretched out his hand hard, but he still couldn't reach the bone, and his heart was so anxious that he was angry.

"You, don't, want to escape!" muttered the dungeon guard, and Pete was startled.

"Little, beauty, don't run!" this guy said in his sleep.

Pete gently withdrew his hand and rubbed his shoulder, his hand couldn't pick it up, so let's see if his leg was enough, Pete stretched out his unshoed foot, poked out from the gap in the iron bar, and couldn't get out of the knee when he reached the knee, the gap was too small for the knee to pass through, and Pete's movement on this side attracted the attention of the cell next door.

"Hey, buddy, don't waste time, I've tried so many times and can't squeeze it out. ”

Pete stretched out his index finger to his lips to stop the inmate next door from making a sound, he continued to find a way, took off the cloak, tied a big knot at the neckline, and kneaded the back part into a rope, holding the twisted cloak in his right hand, looked at the bone, gently threw it up, covered the bone, and then gently, carefully pulled, the bone was pulled into half a foot.

"Dude, this bone is mine!" shouted the cellmate next door, his greedy eyes staring at the flesh foam on the bone. Sticking out his long tongue and licking his dry lips.

"Shhh

Pete took the sharpened bone and walked to the big iron lock, first carefully probed the surrounding movements, the jailer slept very dead, the opportunity was rare, he put the bone into the keyhole, carefully probed the spring of the iron lock, boom, the iron lock bounced open, Pete happily his legs weakened, looked at the situation of the jailer again, was careful not to make a little movement, opened the iron lock, the chain was gently pulled down, okay, the iron door opened, he drilled out, and walked towards the outside of the dungeon.

"Hey, what about the bones, the bones that are good!" shouted the cellmate next door, Pete was startled, "I'll give it to you later!" The figure flashed, and he went up the winding tunnel, but fortunately there was no one, and when he got to the exit of the dungeon, a mountain wind blew, and he shivered, and saw that there was a standing guard at the exit.

"He's escaped!" a shrill voice came from the bottom of the dungeon.

The guard had just reacted when he received a blow to the neck and fainted, and Pete fled like a ghost to the harbor.

It was three or four o'clock in the evening, and there were many boats parked in the harbor, one of which was Pete's, Pete stealthily passed through the alleyway, and where there were lights, he flew up and ran on the roof, like a dexterous tanuki, approaching his own boat, Pete looked back and saw the chaos in the direction of the dungeon, and a smug smile appeared on his face, there is no cell in this world that can hold me.

Pete leaped onto his boat, untied the cables, rocked the oars, and prepared to slip away.

"Do you want to go like this?"

A cold voice behind him made him cold from head to toe, like pouring a bucket of ice water, and the smug smile on his face stiffened.