Soon, Xue Mu walked towards the Class C cell.

Ever since he was personally promoted to prison officer by He Prison Dian, the relationship between Xue Mu and Song Wu has become a little delicate.

Song Wu often cares about two sentences.

But the more this happens, the more hypocritical it seems.

But now, Xue Mu is on an equal footing with him, as long as the water does not violate the river.

Xue Mu would not take the initiative to trouble Song Wu.

Unless, he is looking for his own death.

Xue Mu came all the way to the C-level cell, and after hearing Song Wu's footsteps rushing over, he asked, "Uncle Song, what's wrong?" ”

Although he didn't want to be polite, he still called Uncle Song to his face.

"Xue Mu, come with me to see Zhang Biao's cell, that guy seems to be dying." With that, Song Wu pulled Xue Mu and walked towards the last cell.

"Almost gone?"

Xue Mu felt puzzled, because on the "Book of Sins", Zhang Biao's information page still existed well.

How can you say no, it won't work?

But he still followed Song Wu over.

Coming to the outside of the cell, although Xue Mu couldn't see it, he could vaguely see Zhang Biao lying on the ground, motionless through his vision.

Song Wu opened the cell and said nervously to Xue Mu: "This guy will be sent to the Criminal Department for trial in ten days, because he has mutilated some local officials, and if he dies in our place, the consequences will be unimaginable." ”

Xue Mu naturally understood the seriousness of this, so he walked in.

However, Song Wu took a step back and closed the door again.

Xue Mu's ears were sensitive, and he suddenly heard the sound of the door lock.

He turned his head and asked, "Prison Officer Song, who are you?" ”

At this time, Zhang Biao, who had been lying on the ground, suddenly stood up from the ground.

He patted the hay on his clothes and said calmly: "Boss Song, do you count when you speak?" ”

"After the matter is completed, I will find a completely disfigured corpse to give you a top bag, and I Song Wu will say what I say." I saw Song Wu answer.

Xue Mu naturally understood what was going on, but he still asked Song Wu: "Prison Officer Song, what are you doing?" ”

"Nephew, I have been friends with your father for decades, and logically speaking, I am also your uncle, but I have to do this."

"You, the jailer, have been sold by me on the day your father died, worth one hundred taels, and you also know that one hundred taels have been delicious and delicious in the capital for several years, at first I thought that I would just drive you out of the prison and let you not be this jailer, which can be regarded as worthy of your father."

"But you just climbed up to He Tingli, if I don't get rid of you, I will have to return the one hundred taels to others, and I can't do it Song Wu."

"So ......" Song Wu looked at Zhang Biao inside and said, "You hurry up when you make a move, so that my nephew will not have so much pain." ”

Zhang Biao waved his hand impatiently: "My killing is just a breath of effort." ”

After hearing this answer, Song Wu was very satisfied.

Then he left.

It was clearly to create an alibi.

As for Xue Mu, he thought he would definitely die.

At this moment, Xue Mu was silent.

Zhang Biao is a martial artist who opens the fivefold pulse.

I'm just opening the pulse now.

There is a difference in strength several times between each weight.

Although Zhang Biao is now seriously injured as a result of torture.

But Xue Mu was still not sure that he would be able to win.

He could only stand still and wait for Zhang Biao's behavior.

Zhang Biao looked at Xue Mu motionless, and he spat disdainfully and said, "Count your luck badly, although you are blind, but don't worry, at least you won't die." ”

As he spoke, he rushed towards Xue Mu, clenched his fists, and swung towards his head.

Because Xue Mu opened his eyes to understand, Zhang Biao's actions had already been seen clearly by him.

His ears moved slightly, and after feeling the gust of punch, he immediately bent down and skillfully dodged Zhang Biao's first attack.

Zhang Biao never expected that a blind man would be able to dodge his fists.

At first, he was worried that blood would be splattered everywhere, and he even retracted his strength.

As a result, I didn't expect it to be empty.

"Do you know martial arts?" Zhang Biao asked.

Xue Mu did not answer, but after standing on his heels, he used the Heavenly Thunder Fist.

Although the Heavenly Thunder Fist is a low-level exercise, he has been practicing it every night these days.

Whether it is strength or speed, it has improved the essence of the Heavenly Thunder Fist a lot.

Zhang Biao was a little stunned, and immediately retreated.

But the cell was so big that there was no place to retreat.

Besides, he estimated that this Xue Mu was at most a double brat with a double pulse.

There is a huge gap with his own strength.

So he planned to rely on his strength to open the pulse five times and fight directly.

The two fists collide directly in the air.

And Xue Mu has a golden bell shield on his body, although it only has 1% effect.

Still withstood quite a bit of damage.

On the contrary, after Zhang Biao was hit by the Heavenly Thunder Fist, coupled with the wounds he received from the previous torture, the pain became even greater.

He looked at Xue Mu in a cold sweat, and he underestimated this blind man in his heart.

"Lao Tzu can't beat you, a blind man?!"

As he spoke, Zhang Biao rushed forward again.

......

Song Wu picked up a bowl of tea and took a sip, then estimated that the time was almost up, and walked towards the Class C cell.

He didn't call the rest of his men, but planned to take a look at the situation himself first, and only after everything was safe did he publicize the matter.

"Zhang Biao escaped from prison and rebelled, and the jailer Xue fought back desperately, and finally fell under the hands of the wicked, which is really loyal!"

Thinking of this statement, Song Wu even mocked: "Nephew, I know that there is no one in your family, and when the time comes, I will spend the pension for you." ”

As for that Zhang Biao, he had already prepared Hedinghong.

Song Wu couldn't let this kind of person out, not because he was worried that he would continue to be a scourge, but because the dead would always be quieter than the living.

But when he walked to Zhang Biao's cell, his eyes widened.

There were two people lying on the ground.

Xue Mu didn't move.

Zhang Biao was also on the side.

Fight like Kilkenny cats?

Song Wu was even a little happy in his heart, now he had to do it himself.

He unlocked the door to check if the two were really dead.

When the door lock opened, he squatted down and walked towards Zhang Biao, who was closest to him.

"Well, dead."

Zhang Biao died, which made Song Wu even more convinced that Xue Mu would definitely not survive.

After all, Zhang Biao is a martial artist who opens the pulse of the fifth level, how can Xue Mu be a blind man to win.

But at the moment when he approached Xue Mu.

Xue Mu immediately sat up.

Holding the broken bowl in his left hand, he wiped it on Song Wu's neck.

In an instant, blood splattered.

Song Wu's eyes widened, looking at Xue Mu, who suddenly sat up, and wanted to reach out to touch it.

But within two seconds, he fell to the ground.

His mouth was still slightly open, as if he was about to say something.

But in the end, a pool of blood on the ground indicated that Song Wu was dead.

died by Zhang Biao's side.

Xue Mu wiped the broken bowl in his hand with his clothes, then put it on Zhang Biao's hand, and then calmly got up and walked out of the cell.

Although he couldn't see it, he knew that Song Wu must have looked incredulous before he died.

"If you hurt others, you will end up harming yourself, then don't blame me."

He took a sip, then yelled, "Everyone come to the Class C cell!" Zhang Biao escaped from prison and rebelled! Song jailer sacrificed! ”