"Open, open......"

In the deepest part of the prison, the excited voices of the guards and prisoners could be heard from the sixth floor.

As Mu Fan picked up an iron box, there was a sigh in the cell.

Mu Fan put the iron box on the table and said with a smile: "Everyone who should give money will give money, and those who don't have money will continue to write IOUs." ”

The elder jailer cried with a sad face, "If you continue to owe, I don't believe it, my point is so back!" ”

Mu Fan said: "You can't blame me, I didn't use my hands and feet, and the dice are also normal dice." ”

The older jailer said, "I don't blame you, come, come, continue, you won so much today, you can't just stop it." ”

"yes, you can't just leave it." The jailer next to him said.

Some prisoners also followed suit, who would have thought that the people who were in the dungeon at this time had been in the limelight and had done a lot of sensational things.

Mu Fan picked up the iron box, covered it on the dice, and said with a smile: "Lao Tzu is a good gamble, come, bet on it." ”

Everyone placed bets one after another, and then stared at the iron box in Mu Fan's hand.

In fact, Mu Fan is not good at rolling dice, nor does he know how to gamble, so winning so much today is completely lucky.

Yesterday when he rolled the dice, he lost a bunch and gave IOUs to almost all the jailers.

Today's time is to run, in exchange for him to kill all directions, all ways to eat.

The guards of the prison have been quiet all year round, and they have been on errands for decades without encountering a single prison robbery.

Over time, the jailers used games for amusement to relieve feelings of emptiness and boredom.

Especially at the bottom of the prison, where important prisoners are held, the defense is the tightest.

The layers of formations are nested, and it is difficult to break through.

After the jailer on the sixth layer came in, it would take more than ten years or even decades before they could get out.

If Mu Fan is made a jailer, it is estimated that he will not stay long before he will get bored.

These jailers have a good temperament, and have been in the dark for so long.

The jailers on the sixth level were not ordinary people, and all of them had cultivated excellent cultivation methods.

On the first day Mu Fan arrived, he found that he couldn't see their depth. Later, he deliberately caused trouble, and the jailer closest to him directly put him down.

Because of Huang Yijun's relationship, these people did not give Mu Fan a heavy hand.

Later, Mu Fan found that they had nothing to do and liked to play dice, not only were they playing, but the prisoners on the sixth floor were also playing.

Considering that he may have to stay here for a while, he does what he likes, and it is a big deal to lose.

Everyone threw dice, played and played, everyone knew each other, and the world and the north were idle.

One moment this jailer loses and scolds a few words of mother, and the other jailer wins and laughs out loud.

"I'm betting big."

An old voice rang out, and the original noise suddenly disappeared and turned into silence.

Mu Fan didn't know why, looked for the voice, and found the source, it was an old man with gray hair.

The old man was old, his body was rickety, his skin was wrinkled like a crumpled cloth, and he didn't look like he had many years to live.

While Mu Fan was observing the old man, the old man was also observing him.

"You're new to it?" The old man asked.

Mu Fan pointed to himself and said, "Senior, are you asking me?" ”

"Yes."

"Well, I'm new to it."

The old man said, "What is the current situation at the end of the night?" ”

"What?" Mu Fan didn't expect the old man to ask such a sensitive question, and he asked it without concealment.

The old man stood up and repeated, "I ask you, how is the situation at the end of the night now?" ”

"They move occasionally, and sometimes they make a big deal or two."

"It's good that you're not dead." The old man smiled and asked, "Young man, your name is Yan Qing, right?" ”

Although he didn't speak, his ears were fine. When Mu Fan communicated with everyone, he didn't know how many times he mentioned his name.

"Yes."

"The name is good, Haiyan Heqing."

Mu Fan explained: "It's not the "clear" of clear water, it's the "green" of cyan. ”

"Almost."

The old man walked to the door of the cell, and as he walked, Mu Fan noticed that there was a thin rope attached to his shackles, which were embedded in the stone wall of the cell.

"Young man, will you still be able to go out later?"

"Yes." Mu Fan smiled bitterly.

The cell boss said to the old man, "He can get out, but he won't live long." After killing the son, I don't know how much I will suffer during the execution. ”

The old man frowned and said, "I didn't talk to you, what are you talking about?" ”

The cell boss didn't refute, and really shut up.

The old man continued to say to Mu Fan, "You are Ye Feng's disciple? ”

"That's right, the junior is Ye Feng's second disciple."

"I heard you tell them that you betrayed your master, why?"

"The Tao is different." Mu Fan's answer was straightforward.

The old man smiled and said nothing, and after a while, said, "If you can go out, help me convey a message to your master." ”

"What's the news?"

The cell boss couldn't bear it anymore and said, "Ji Lin, I'll give you face, but don't kick your nose in the face!" ”

The old man didn't seem to hear his words, and said to Mu Fan: "...... Pi"

The cell leader's hands are sealed, and the true yuan is released, twisted into runes around him. The runes shattered, and the cell where the old man was being held was glowing brightly, filled with purple-red electric light.

Mu Fan couldn't open his eyes, and in addition to light, electricity was in front of him.

When the light disappeared and the electric light dissipated, the old man stood in the cell covered in blood.

He looked at the cell head and suddenly smiled: "I was really blind back then, haha......"

The cell boss said, "You should be glad you once believed me, otherwise you wouldn't have lived for ten years." ”

"Forget it, I don't want to fight with you, a traitor will always be a traitor."

The cell boss suddenly shouted, "I really don't understand what you're doing? How do you win, how do you win? You tell me! ”

The emotions he had accumulated for years suddenly exploded, and when he said these words, the green tendons on his neck bulged and his face turned red.

"It's because there are too many people like you that we lose." The old man understated it, and looked down on the cell boss in his words.

"I tell you, he who knows the times...... For Junjie! "The cell boss thinks that the old man is really stupid, he doesn't know how to be flexible, it is obviously impossible to win, and it is ridiculous to have to fight for it.

Mu Fan didn't understand, looking at the performance of the two quarreling, they should have known each other before, and they were more familiar.

What is the reason for this situation? One was outside the cell, serving as a cell keeper for the prisoners, and the other was reduced to a prisoner with shackles.

The cell boss said: "For the sake of our friends back then, I have always given you face and let you, but what about you? If you don't appreciate it, forget it, and even pass bullshit messages in front of me. Are you too ......"

The old man spat on it, and there was blood on it, and the formation of the cell just now hurt him.

He stared into the eyes of the cell boss and smiled, "You just don't want to go, and you feel that you owe too much." Why bother giving yourself so many high-sounding reasons? ”

The cell boss said: "I won't give you general knowledge, change the cell head, you won't even have bones left." ”

The old man ignored the cell boss and said in the direction where Mu Fan was: "Boy, the message can't be delivered. I'll send you a word, it's not too late to stop the precipice! ”