Shaking his head vigorously, Zhou Daguan's family grinned, "Do you still see Detective Conan?" ”

"Don't talk about these things," Huang Daoye was upset, standing on this roof, opened his eyes and looked around, and saw a few minarets around a place with high walls on all sides, "Let's go, go down, go over there and have a look." ”

The whole person was stiff like a marionette, and Zhou Weimin could only let Dao Ye pull him forward, if he could choose, he would rather chop off his two wrists now than continue to bear the burning pain.

"Master Dao, you say, am I unlucky that I can drink this kind of thing with a drink?"

"Shut up, you," Huang Daoye replied angrily, the place where the high wall stood was not far in front, "It is estimated that Dao Ye has caused you to be tired, I said that why the people of Yin Si don't come out and walk around often, it may be because they can't get too close to ordinary people." ”

"And this kind of statement? Afraid that the goddess will move the mortal heart? Zhou Weimin listened to Huang Daoye's voice in front of him, as if he was a few streets away, but he still tried to listen and answered seriously.

"Big brother, please, if you have time, go and ask Hu Chenghuang, what strange taboos do you still have," Huang Daoye said as he exhaled, and there was an arch open in the center of the high wall, and a plaque was hung on the door, with the words Jiang Chengjian written on it.

The wooden door in the middle of the arch is very peculiar, with thick and long square beams crossed horizontally and vertically, and they are embedded with each other with a falcon structure, forming a tic-tac-toe, and the square hole in the middle can also be extended into a hand.

Standing at the door, Huang Daoye didn't say hello, took out the dust and made a few horizontal and vertical strokes on the door, cutting tofu, and opened a big hole in the middle of the wooden door made of gloomy wood, and dragged Zhou Weimin into it with such a loud horn.

Standing behind the door, Huang Daoye roared like thunder on the ground, "Is there any living person here, give Daoye someone out!" ”

The dark guards on the surrounding walls were suddenly lit up with candles, and then a group of guards came out of it, all with spears in their hands.

"Who are you? dared to break into the Jiangcheng Prison at night, I am afraid that I will be tired of being crooked. ”

A strong black man with a naked upper body and a head in shorts walked out of the crowd, carrying two broken gold hammers in his hands, and roared angrily at the two of them.

"Don't talk nonsense to Dao Ye, Dao Ye will ask you, are there too many death row prisoners to be beheaded in this prison?"

Without any spare time, Dao Ye replied directly.

"There weren't many of them, but I'm afraid there will be two more today."

The gold-breaking hammers in the hands of the black strong man slammed into each other, making a crisp sound of 'poof'.

"It's good to have," Dao Ye also grinned, turned back to Zhou Daguan and said, "Brother, you can bear with it for a while." ”

Five minutes later, at the bottom of Jiang Cheng Prison, Huang Daoye flipped through the file in his hand, and all the crimes committed by the prisoners in the cells in front of him were recorded in the file.

After checking his appearance and repeatedly confirming that he was not an innocent person, Huang Daoye nodded towards Zhou Weimin and said, "That's right, I'll go to the door first and watch, you can see how many you can kill." ”

As Huang Daoye's footsteps gradually faded away, Zhou Weimin also forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, and the words that Dao Ye said when he came down just now were still correct - dead friends, immortal poor Dao.

Zhou Weimin opened his eyes, he walked to the far left of death row, looked at the bald head behind the fence, and recalled the record on the file: "When you see wealth, kill a family of seven." ”

"I'm sorry, but I'm borrowing your life."

Grinning, Zhou Weimin turned over his hand and summoned the iron oar, with both hands, the blood scab in the palm of his hand was ground off on the handle, and the blood slowly oozed out of the wound, feeling the strange pleasure brought by the pain, and silently recited the sentence 'emptying' in his heart.

The iron oars slammed down, and the blooming phantom silhouette directly smashed the fence to pieces, and then swept away, and before the bald head could resist, it was smashed into the wall.

Seeing the bald head sitting on the ground, moving back in horror, and not even bothering to wipe the blood flowing from the corners of his mouth, Zhou Weimin's heart swelled with a sense of satisfaction, and even the iron oars vibrated with excitement.

"Don't hide, it's going to be over soon."

Zhou Weimin said faintly, at this moment, under the stimulation of blood, he completely let go of the control of his body, and felt the pleasure of the iron oars with all his heart, and he seemed to hear the terrible roar of the resentful soul.

Facing the oars smashed down again, the bald head could only straighten the iron chain that was originally used to bind his hands in vain.

The whole head was smashed into the chest, white and red splashed all over the ground, and even a few drops fell on Zhou Weimin's cheeks, and the bald head twitched, gradually losing his movement.

Letting the iron oars fall obliquely to the ground, Zhou Weimin closed his eyes, as if he saw a Taishi chair dozens of meters high, and a huge black shadow silhouette on the chair.

Those eyes looked very old, a bit like grandma, but not at all, he looked at himself like an ant, and then slowly stretched out his index finger, which was thicker than Zhou Weimin's entire body, and slowly clicked over, just like Mount Tai pressing the top, there was no way to avoid it, and there was nowhere to escape.

I couldn't move at all, as if even the air around me was frozen, and there were still mixed human voices ringing in my ears.

"The darkness gives me strength,"

"And I use it to guard the light"

"The light burned my eyes,"

"Then I will spit on His mercy,"

"Stand up, dark people,"

"Sweep Him, tear Him, transcend Him, become Him."

With the sound of this very modern style poem, Zhou Weimin's heart gradually calmed down, and he seemed to see countless paintings emerging under the giant chair, between the legs of the figure, depicting scenes of Yin Si slaying demons, depicting scenes of people kneeling down to the gods.

The fingers are getting closer and closer, but when Zhou Weimin keeps seeing one picture after another, the sense of oppression is getting lighter and lighter, and finally it is like a gust of wind blowing through his eyebrows.

There was another long sigh, but the sound gradually faded away, and even the giant chair and figure gradually dissipated.

Zhou Weimin suddenly realized again, this time it was just a figure who gave himself a 'kind' reminder, the Yin Division needs to maintain the majesty of the Yin Division, just like the name of the City God cannot be lightly praised, and the Yin Division soldiers must not be humiliated.

There is no next time, otherwise that finger will definitely pierce his brain directly, and his soul will return, or become a part of the giant chair, this is his biggest experience this time.

Opening his eyes and looking at the bald head that was completely dead again, Zhou Weimin killed a living person for the first time, but his heart was surprisingly peaceful, and there was even a feeling of pleasure like holding it for a long time and then pouring thousands of miles in the toilet.

'That's what the Yin Priest is going to do?' Kill all the evils in the world? Even if it's an ordinary person? ’

Looking down at the pickled iron oars in his hand, Zhou Weimin turned his head to look at the row of cells on the right, "Don't worry, come one by one." ”

Standing at the head of the stairs, always paying attention to the stairs leading to the outside of the death row, Huang Daoye's expression was a little complicated, he just waited quietly, and the guards of the Jiangcheng Prison behind him lay on the ground, but they didn't even dare to snort in pain.

Moments later, a figure emerged from the darkness and ascended the stairs step by step, first the head, then the neck, and finally the bloodstained white robe.

"Master Dao, I'm fine."

Zhou Weimin stood in the moonlight, raised his head and grinned at Huang Daoye, his white dangling teeth made Huang Daoye feel in a trance.

He didn't know what happened to Zhou Guanye in just a few minutes, but in his perception, Zhou Weimin's entire aura had undergone some wonderful changes, and the originally crystal clear person seemed to be covered with a shadow, which was the smell of yin.

'He may really become a qualified Yin Si person,' Huang Daoye's heart suddenly popped up with this thought.

"Shall we go back then?" Huang Daoye replied, and another voice in his head told him that his partner, the more mature he was, the better.

"Go back," Zhou Weimin nodded with a smile.

The two walked slowly on the road, neither of them spoke first, one looked up at the moon overhead, and the other looked down at the road under their feet.

"Official..."

"Dao Ye..."

"You say first..."

"You say first..."

"Hahahaha..."

The two suddenly spoke out in unison, and invariably asked each other to say it first, this sudden tacit understanding made both of them laugh.

"Master Dao, I figured it out, I'm not here to play," Zhou Weimin stopped, he looked at Huang Fei very seriously, even more serious than when he left home for the first time and worked alone, he told his mother that he could take care of himself, "Embarking on this road, it's not a game, this world is not a copy, it's too simple for me to think." ”

"Hmm," Dao Ye's expression was a little complicated, but he still nodded approvingly.

"I need to be a little bit stronger and have the ability to deal with all the situations that happen."

When he said this, what flashed in Zhou Weimin's mind were those indifferent and old eyes.

"Just come on, Dao Ye will cover you."

When answering, Dao Ye thought that Zhou Weimin was worried that he would be uncontrollably close to the brink of collapse in the future, and he kindly reminded, "You need to find the basic rules to be followed by each person in your own power system, and there will be no next time." ”

It's not the first time that Dao Ye has said something similar, but Zhou Weimin really listened to it this time.

"Let's go, Master Dao, the Spring Festival is short, don't be empty," Lord Zhou shook the hem of his blood-stained robe, and walked in front for the first time.

In less than ten minutes, still under the guidance of Huang Daoye, the two of them went around and around before returning to the circular square in front of Jiang Yuelou.

"Official, this kind of thing is still Daoye, haha," Huang Daoye grinned, and walked up the stairs without looking back, while Zhou Guanye followed behind with a dejected face.

"Yo, two masters, I'm finally back, upstairs, there are distinguished guests waiting for you!"

A familiar face of the turtle man wandered left and right at the door, and when he saw the two of them coming back, he blurted out with a look of joy. But as soon as he finished speaking, he swept to the back Zhou Weimin's white robe that was obviously stained with blood, and the whole person was stunned again.

"What distinguished guest? In front of the Taoist master, there are still distinguished guests? Huang Daoye pursed his lips disdainfully, then reached out and gently pushed the turtle male, "Hey, lead the way, what are you doing here?" ”

"Oh... Oh, two please, two please," Gui Gong no longer dared to look at Zhou Weimin behind him, took the opportunity to turn around and wiped the sweat from his forehead, and then hurriedly walked in front to lead the way.

Jiang Yuelou is still lively, it seems that the previous events have not had much impact on the daily operation, but after reaching the eighth floor, a lot of soldiers began to stand up on the stairs up the stairs symmetrically.

didn't take these ordinary soldiers into his eyes at all, Huang Daoye walked in all directions, step by step, and Zhou Weimin followed behind without squinting, until he reached the eleventh floor.

Compared with other floors, this floor is quiet, and then look at it, the four sons, one is counted as one, all kneeling honestly at the door, there are three middle-aged men in different clothes and a pretty young woman are standing quietly at the door.