The executioner knew that Tian Zaiyuan was looking down on him, but he didn't care. Because there is no specific person in his eyes. In the prison - people, just piles of flesh and blood.

The executioner knew that everyone would end up treating him as a parent, as a god, and would cry out to say all the humblest words.

He had seen too much, but he still had to say what he had to say, what he had said countless times.

"I believe that Mr. Tian has already seen it clearly, as for what these ten bamboo sticks are for, it is up to you to decide Mr. Tian. There's a possibility, these ten sticks are chips, you know? You can use it to exchange for gold and silver, and for official positions, our Song Sect Master still cherishes talents very much, and now there are many official positions in Shuntian, and talents like you are needed to fill them, so I said, these ten sticks are bargaining chips. ”

Seeing that Tian Zaiyuan didn't care about his love, the executioner changed his tone in a strange tone and said: "There is still a possibility, these ten sticks are torture instruments." Take the bamboo sticks one by one and insert them into your hands, hey, when the time comes, your fingers can be doubled, you are like a bodhisattva with ten fingertips, I said Mr. Tian, I said it clearly. ”

After looking at Tian Zaiyuan again, he was still silent, and the executioner continued: "You scholars, your hands are all expensive, and your hands are used to write articles. I know that Mr. Tian must not be able to write with a pen for the rest of his life, so what to do about this matter depends on your words. ”

Tian Zaiyuan hadn't drunk water for a long time, and he opened his mouth but couldn't speak. He coughed with difficulty, barely cleared his throat, and then said in a hoarse voice: "Husband, you can return your wishes, eat dinner as meat, walk as a car, be innocent as precious, and be quiet and chaste as self-assured." Even if you are crushed and your bones are broken, you should also maintain your integrity. How could I go to beg for a lost dog like the Heishui Sect, a lackey of the overseas Immortal Sect, or act as a shameless accomplice! Minion! ”

The executioner laughed sharply, "Well, that's a good point. Then I will become Mr. Quantian and let Mr. Tian be a bodhisattva with ten fingertips. ”

At this time, the fire spirit believers under the Shuntian rudder were also discussing how to rescue Tian Zaiyuan.

"Mr. Tian is the head of our Northern Fire Spirit," said a bare man with a pointed hat, "We must fight to the death!" The other believers chimed in: "Yes, we will save each other with death." ”

At this time, a tall man dressed as a porter, a man wearing tattered shoulder pads on his shoulders, said: "Fellow Daoists, if Mr. Tian can't be saved, we would rather die in prison." ”

Another short man said, "Even if we die, we will let Mr. Tian step on our corpse and get out of the prison." ”

"All right," said the pointy-hated Liba, "we'll swear by the book of blood." As he spoke, they bit their middle fingers and pressed their blood prints on a piece of paper, and these poor people could not write, and they expressed their determination in this way.

In the prison of the Blackwater Sect, an old jailer with a white beard opened the door of the cell where Tian Zaiyuan was being held: "Mr. Tian has eaten." He said and walked in front of Tian Zaiyuan.

The old jailer, while taking food from a broken basket, looked at the door to see if anyone was passing by, "Here, look. He suddenly lowered his voice and said, then took out a blood book from his hat, "Mr. Tian, please take a look." The old jailer said and handed the blood book to Tian Zaiyuan.

Tian Zaiyuan opened his eyes and saw a piece of jute paper in front of him, which was densely packed with blood fingerprints, and he didn't know how many bloody fingerprints he had pressed. These blood marks are thick or light, layered, and the whole paper is almost red.

The old jailer said in a low voice: "Mr. Tian, please rest assured, our people are thinking of you, and everyone will save each other with death." ”

"Put it away." Tian Zaiyuan said.

The old jailer took the blood book back into his hat as it was.

Tian Zaiyuan knew that the person who could deliver the news to him must be a reliable person. He then asked, "Well, does everyone else in the sect know about it?" You will rob the hell. ”

The old jailer nodded: "I have studied it and agreed to rob the prison." He said as he set the meal.

Tian Zaiyuan nodded with satisfaction and said, "Actually, old man, can you please convey a sentence on my behalf?" The old jailer nodded, and Tian Zaiyuan said, "Trouble you, the fire spirit brothers who have blood handprints on this paper, you bring my words to them." Today, I'm going to assume they've rescued me. ”

"What?" The old jailer wondered, "What do you mean, sir?" ”

Tian Zaiyuan said: "I saw the bloody handprints on this paper, today, I will treat them as if I have rescued me, do you understand?" Even though I am dead, I am still alive even though I am dead. ”

The old jailer stopped what he was doing, he looked at the person in front of him, as if he couldn't believe his ears, how could this person not want others to save him? He didn't understand.

"I can't let the Fire Spirit brothers sacrifice their lives in vain to save me alone, in exchange for my life, that will make my life worse than death."

"Mr. Tian. What are you? ”

Tian Zaiyuan suddenly raised his voice and said, "Please be sure to tell me about it." ”

The old jailer had tears in his eyes: "Mr. Tian, I'm sorry, I don't want to convey your words. ”

Tian Zaiyuan just smiled and said, "The enemy's strength is quite strong. It's not enough to take risks for my sake, you know? As the helmsman of the Fire Spirit Dao Shuntian, please be sure to tell me what I said, I firmly disagree. ”

Magic City

The three-seated sedan chair was carried to the Zhonglu Hall located on Moxiang Road in Honghuadi. As soon as the sedan curtain was opened, two thugs jumped down, they looked left and right, and then came to the third sedan chair and lifted the sedan curtain, from which a thin, sharp-beaked monkey-cheeked figure came out, and turned around and walked into the Zhonglu Hall.

This was originally the place where the villagers of Zhonglu stayed and gathered in the magic city, there was a tall stone archway in front of the door, surrounded by a solid wall, there was an open courtyard in the wall, and a small building in the middle of the courtyard. A few days ago, another armed uprising in the Demon City Fire Spirit Dao was victorious, and the Demon City Riche Hall moved here to set up a public church, and the Zhonglu Hall became the main hall of the 800,000 Fire Spirit believers in the Demon City, and there were thousands of people coming in and out here almost every day, and no one would notice that this sharp-beaked monkey-cheeked guy would bring great harm to the Fire Spirit believers in the Demon City.

This person's name is Gou Dongxi, the cousin and personal follower of one of the three big bosses in the Demon City, and he is just a high-level errand for a big hooligan at this time. I saw that he was holding an invitation note in his hand, bowed his head and bowed his head to Hua Jinxuan, the fifth brother of the Red Flag who happened to be at the door of the Zhonglu Hall, and walked straight to the meeting hall of the Riche Hall.

At this moment, Mo Xuan, the white flag of the Demon City Fire Spirit Dao, was discussing with Yang Li, Yuanmen Li Bozhi, Bu Yaolian, the commander of the Demon City Fire Spirit Protector Army, and Xu Hai, the senior brother of the Red Cloth, and others, and when they saw Gou Dongxi coming in, they couldn't help but be surprised: "Dongxi, it's been a long time, how is Mr. Big?" What are you looking for me? ”