The heavy rain slapped mercilessly in the bamboo forest, and even if the emerald green bamboo was bent by the frenzied rainstorm, the bamboo leaves were blowing and clucking, but the bamboo body was always bent continuously.

The rainwater that falls on the loess converges along the low terrain to form puddles, and the soil is as soft as silt, and there is a risk of falling down at any time.

Earthworms, centipedes, crickets, ants and other insects are running around in the rain, and occasionally a few small green snakes can be seen climbing around the forest, looking for a habitat to shelter from the rain.

A pale, earthy palm protrudes from the loess.

I saw that the little thumb and ring finger of the palm were slightly bent, and the other three fingers were together and lightly swiped in the air, and the loess was scattered in all directions, coupled with the rain washing, and soon formed a small pit.

In the pit, Lin Lan snorted a few times before he spit out the soil in his mouth.

"The sky is clear and the earth is peaceful, self-cultivation and longevity, I am here now, and I will not be affected by wind and rain......"

Lin Lan looked up at the pea-sized raindrops hitting him mercilessly, and immediately recited the [Rain Shelter Mantra] in Dao words, and the rain instantly took his body as the dividing line and slid down to both sides.

"These money-hungry guys even rip off my lining!"

Lin Lan looked down at his body covered with loess silt, his black robe and the emerald blue brocade lining had been stripped dry and quiet.

Only the knife wound on his chest, which was as hideous as a centipede, was still shocking.

Lin Lan had face and shame, he immediately got up from the dirt pit, picked up the bamboo leaves that had been interrupted by the rain, and used the bamboo leaves as clothes, barely covering his body.

"I thought there was something wrong with Shen Zhongzhu, but I didn't expect it to be Li Xiaoyan, who was transferred from Zhang Sijiao twenty years ago, had a problem."

Lin Lan touched his chest, and the moment the narrow knife pierced his heart seemed to be right in front of him.

But at that time, he was not panicked, Lin Lan knew that the soul of this prison would not be detained immediately, but would be detained by the ghost guards of the inner prison before.

However, he did not wait for the appearance of the ghost of the inner prison, and the longer the narrow knife pierced his heart, he not only felt the passage of life, but also decreased his control over his soul.

There is no way.

Lin Lan had no choice but to go through the darkness and find other ways to return to the yang.

"Will anyone else have a problem?"

Lin Lan's eyes narrowed slightly, looking at the messy bamboo forest in front of him, and thought.

He met Li Xiaoyan on the way to the prison torture room, and Li Xiaoyan was grabbing the jailer who had killed the demon in the prison guard's room and taking him to the Xing interrogation room for interrogation.

Shen Zhongzhu then followed.

Behind Lin Lan are the eight guards of the prison mansion, all of whom are the top jailers of this prison. Behind Li Xiaoyan was the jailer who was with the demon demon.

Among this group of jailers, there is only one jailer named Ram Hao missing.

"If Shen Zhongzhu also has a problem, I will have a headache."

Lin Lan sighed lightly.

He has not moved his position in this prison for nearly decades, and has avoided the dispatch of the court's criminal department several times, so that he can not cause trouble without causing trouble.

He has been cultivating in the Yuanguan Dynasty in Pingdu Mountain since he was a child, and if it weren't for the master's order to let him go down the mountain and go through the red dust, he could sit in the Chaoyuanguan until he died.

Coincidentally, Lin Lan didn't even leave the foot of the mountain for fifty miles, and he happened to be invited away by the waiter of the criminal department sitting in the pavilion at the foot of the mountain.

He was then appointed as the deputy director of the prison, a position he held for fifty years.

Lin Lan naturally has no interest in being promoted, and he also hopes to be degraded because of his mistakes, so that it will be more convenient for him to cultivate his mind and become the way of immortality.

So he did not shy away from this prison and began to refine the Red Dust Dao.

Tuna Sangyu Island's aura, tempering the demon spirit of the prison demon prisoner, often through the shadow into the yin and the rest of the ghost in the yin north city judged to be a drinking friend, he told the trivial things in the world, and the ghost judged to talk about the miscellaneous things in the underworld.

It also relieved Lin Lan's somewhat anxious mood.

Originally, several other prisons didn't know about this, but in the twenty-seventh year when Lin Lan joined the company, Shen Zhongzhu, a child who was also from the Dao Sect, also became the deputy director of this prison.

It's okay to hide it from ordinary people, but it's a little difficult to hide it from people who are like-minded.

In particular, the Taoism of this fellow practitioner is quite shallow.

However, after Shen Zhongzhu found out what Lin Lan had done, he did not embarrass Lin Lan, nor did he inform the court that Lin Lan had neglected his duties, because Shen Zhongzhu's actions were even more exaggerated.

In the remaining twenty-three years, Lin Lan saw Shen Zhongzhu only a handful of times.

Even when he reported on his work in the prison mansion every year, Shen Zhongzhu did not participate ten times out of ten. So in the next three years, Lin Lan almost forgot the existence of Shen Zhongzhu, the deputy prisoner.

It wasn't until three years later, when the clouds and thunder lingering in the sky above Bi Prison fell that Lin Lan saw the second side of Deputy Shen Prison again.

Of course, the ninety-eight prisoners who disappeared in Bi Landing Prison were not chopped to death by Shen Zhongzhu with his [Cloud Thunder Method], but it was the dungeon guards at that time who were chopped to death.

"That ghost pawn Xie Mu'an's problem is not small, obviously the fox demon can let me interrogate it myself, but he waved the soul attraction banner to lure the fox demon's demon soul away.

When I agreed, I told Shen Zhongzhu and Shen Zhongzhu the news of the interrogation in the prison temple, but all I was waiting for was Li Xiaoyan who was holding a narrow knife. ”

Lin Lan squinted, rubbed his forehead and sighed.

How do you think about it, the only good people left in this prison are themselves?

"Such a heavy rain, I'm afraid it's no longer something that the Shuichen River Dragon King can control by calling the wind and rain, could it be that what happened when I entered the yin?"

Lin Lan raised his head, looking at the heavy rain overhead, densely covering the sky and the sun, and among the dark clouds overhead, he could vaguely distinguish the floating dragon floating, and sometimes the dragon's body shuttled through the clouds.

The exposed claws are all four-clawed.

Ugh.

Lin Lan was scratched with a bloody mark on his back.

"It seems that that ghost pawn Xie Mu'an is no longer a problem, but definitely a problem. Except for Shen Zhongzhu, only he knows that I have the ability to communicate with the shadows. ”

Lin Lan suddenly took a few steps forward, looked back at the rotting corpse that had come out of the soil without any breath, his eyes narrowed into a thin slit and muttered to himself.

Not only this one, but every corpse buried in this stone bamboo mound during the past 900 years.

Some of the corpses were decomposed, leaving only a solitary skeleton of bones, while some corpses could still distinguish their appearance, except for the corpse spots and puffiness on their bodies, they were no different from normal people.

Lin Lan's jet-black hair gradually appeared a few strands of white, his young face climbed a few wrinkles, his squinted eyes opened slightly, and his blue eyes were as vast as the ocean.

"Master, is this the calamity you let me go through?"

At this moment, he raised his hands and feet with a full sense of anger, calmly looked at the group of dead corpses gathered towards him, and whispered.