I've been locked up for almost 10,000 years, how can I not be familiar with it?"

The old man didn't answer the question, and by the way, he flicked the boogers on his fingers, and the boogers were bounced on the wall behind him and glued to them.

"Almost 10,000 years ?!!"

Yang Fan's heart was shocked.

"Isn't it true that you only need to pay a bail to get out?"

It was Dong Jiji who spoke, with an eager look on his face.

"Bail?hehe......"

The old man laughed out loud, and then said in a cold tone.

"That's just a privilege on the first tier. At this third level, it is simply impossible. ”

"Are we going to stay here for the rest of our lives?"

Dong Genji was anxious.

"It's pretty much the same, but I've come to the third floor, and I haven't seen anyone who has been able to walk out unharmed or out yet. Oh, by the way, what did you do to get caught?"

Speaking of which, the old man was curious about the reason why the three of them were locked in. Over the past 10,000 years, he has asked no less than thousands of people, and each person's reasons are different, so after a long time, he has developed the habit of asking others why they are locked up.

"It's over, I'm afraid Tai Sui Lou is going to die!"

Dong Genji was sad in his heart, thinking that he would be locked up here in the future, and he was suddenly in pain, and then looked at Yang Fan angrily and cursed in his mouth.

"It's nothing, it's just that he killed a few of his subordinates, and then he came out to fight me, and when he was about to deal with him, the man named Lu Zhanbo arrested us. ”

"Prison Warden Lu Zhanbo, no wonder you will be locked up on the third floor, it seems that you will have to chat with me in the future. ”

"The strength of the predecessors seems to be very strong, and there should be a Mahayana consummation. Can't you escape with your strength?"

Yang Fan was a little curious, after all, he observed that the strength of the (yīn) soldiers here was not strong, as long as he was willing, Yang Fan believed that he could completely solve everyone by force.

"The old man is not talented, a half-step fairyland. As for escaping, don't think about it. Even if my strength is not strapped by (jìn), I can't escape. Do you think that the (yīn) soldiers outside are all the power of this group of prisons?"

"Isn't it?"

Yang Fan asked rhetorically.

The old man stroked his beard and stretched out his hand to the third floor, where a hundred words were written on the door.

"Look at that person, he is the tenth layer of a fairyland, and he is just one foot away from entering the fairyland, but he is still locked up here. It is said that he has been imprisoned for hundreds of thousands of years, and he has become a human and a ghost. ”

Hundreds of thousands of years......

When Yang Fan heard this, the corners of his mouth twitched fiercely.

However, Yang Fan is not worried, at most, it will only be a month, and someone will let him out, after all, he is the captain of the (yīn) Yang Division team.

"You don't seem worried. ”

The old man had obviously experienced a lot of things, and he immediately noticed Yang Fan's indifference.

"Well, in less than a month, I'll definitely be able to get out. ”

"It's really arrogant, old man, I've lived so long, and I haven't seen a prisoner who has just come in for a month and then left, and I haven't been so fast in the first layer. ”

The sloppy old man obviously didn't believe it, and was even full of contempt for Yang Fan.

Yang Fan did not explain, but lay quietly on the (chuáng), constantly recalling the (rì) son on the earth. At this moment, the feeling of missing those friends in the orphanage (qíng) continues to emerge.

Gradually, Yang Fan fell asleep unconsciously.

I don't know how long it took, Yang Fan suddenly opened his eyes, and in front of him was a familiar classroom.

"Here?"

Around Yang Fan were rows of orderly desks and chairs, as well as students reading aloud.

On them (shēn), they are all school uniforms of the same style, and Yang Fan recognizes this school uniform, which is the cotton uniform he wore when he was in junior high school, white and blue, full of childhood school style.

"This is Dandelion Middle School!"

Yang Fan thought quickly in his mind and recalled it instantly.

Dandelion Middle School is the school that Yang Fan attended, and there, Yang Fan met many people. Familiar figures flashed in his mind, men and women, thin people walking around, each of them brought him endless memories.

Suddenly, a fat big hand slapped Yang Fan's shoulder hard, and at the same time, a familiar voice came.

"Brother Yang!"

The person who came was a little chubby, named Xu Sanduo, a fat man, thirteen or fourteen years old, but his weight had reached a terrifying more than 160 pounds, and he was less than 1.4 meters.

Xu Sanduo's parents gave birth to him at a middle-aged age, and he was the third in the family, so he felt a little redundant, so he called him Xu Sanduo. That being said, he is indeed the most favored of the three, otherwise he would not have eaten so fat.

"Brother Yang, why do I feel weird about you today?"

Xu San's family is wealthy, dozens of kilometers away from the school, but he does not live in the school, his parents send him over to study every day, and every day he will bring breakfast to Yang Fan, after a long time, the two become iron buddies.

Xu Sanduo handed the breakfast to Yang Fan, and then put down the schoolbag.

Yang Fan took the breakfast, and at the same time, his previous memories came flooding back.

Because he grew up in an orphanage, Yang Fan's pocket money is very small, and he doesn't eat much every day. In order to reduce the burden on the orphanage, Yang Fan saved the rice for breakfast, and he was hungry in the morning, so that he could save one-third of the rice and eat one-third more time.

At that time, the boarding students brought their own rice and vegetables, and then the school provided a boiler for steaming rice. Sometimes when he is unlucky, when someone knocks over his lunch box, Yang Fan will be hungry, and he is reluctant to spend the money. As for the dishes, not to mention, what I usually eat is homemade hot sauce, or pickled vegetables, and the nutrition is uneven over time. As a result, Yang Fan is 1.5 meters tall (shēn) tall and weighs less than 90 catties, a typical thin body type.

Yang Fan still clearly remembers the thickness of his wrist, grasping it with one hand, and his thumb can touch the end of the nail cover of his middle finger.

Thinking of this, Yang Fan stretched out his left hand and grabbed his left wrist with his right hand.

"And so it was!"

Yang Fan sighed, and at the same time closed his eyes to sense his body.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes violently, his eyes wide and shocked.

Because Yang Fan found that his high-level strength in the early stage of the tribulation was still there. Reaching out to the divine sense, in just an instant, it enveloped the entire city, and every move in every corner could not escape Yang Fan's eyes.

"Did I cross over again? But how did I cross back?"

Yang Fan thought about it, pinched himself, and the pain came.

"It's not a dream!"

Yang Fan was so fast that he accidentally knocked over the table, and the noodles that Xu Sanduo brought to him on the table also overturned.

The sudden movement caught the attention of everyone in the classroom.

"Yang Fan, why don't you read it early, why are you making such a big fuss?"

On the podium, a boy asked, with an unkind tone in his tone.

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