It was about to dawn, it was almost early autumn, and there was still some cold in the morning breeze.

A rickety old man walked slowly from a towering hanging staircase.

The old man was dark-skinned and very old, carrying a pole on his shoulders and two small baskets hanging from the bottom, and several white lanterns for lighting were attached to the ropes.

The black-armored soldiers who met the old man along the way all rolled their eyebrows and winked at him, and they seemed to be extremely familiar.

"Old Litou, are you busy again?"

The old man gave a thumbs up happily:

"Ouch, where, where, the military masters have worked hard!"

Closing the door to the hidden mechanism, the old man panted and stepped onto the last section of the hanging ladder.

It was the exit of the eighteenth-floor prison of the Black Prison Division, and it was also the only way to the ordinary prison above.

After a while, the old man walked down a deep aisle, and he reached out to probe, and a muttering came to his heart.

"Strange, how did this door open? Could it be that the military master forgot to lock it?"

With a slight push, the door creaked, and the old man walked into the cell.

Everything is as if it is normal work on weekdays, but it is just ......

Bang Dang!

The old man picked up the dung bucket on his load and rolled to the ground in a panic. In the blink of an eye, the ground was miserable and smelly.

......

A man dressed in a finely carved and finely embroidered brocade robe painted with a rhinoceros.

With a sad face, he stood outside the prison with his hands in his hands.

Under the firelight, the man's thick eyebrows and big eyes could be vaguely seen, but a pair of eyes were bloodshot, and his long hair was scattered on his forehead.

He stared at the Qingzhou prison with a big hole, his face was sinking like water, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Ten people from the Qingzhou prison, come and see me!"

The black-armored sergeant on the side moved a huge tiger skin seat in a moment, the brocade-robed man sat down slowly, and the black-armored sergeant skillfully served tea and poured water.

After a while, a soldier in Tsing Yi with a meaty face ran over:

"What happened last night?"

"Tell the Commander, there seemed to be demons in this prison last night!"

"Hehe, demons are making trouble, Wu Yong, do you know where this is?", the tea bowl he just picked up suddenly shattered to the ground, and the man in the brocade robe laughed instead of anger: "Wu Yong?! You waste thing, it's really useless..."

Hearing this, the soldier in Tsing Yi, who made a rough voice and had a meaty face, immediately knelt on the ground, his head like garlic:

"Lord Commander, the little one will never dare to deceive the adult, yesterday there were three Qingzhou guards in the prison, and fifteen prisoners, all of them..."

"How's it all?"

"All... All of them died in a miserable state, as if they had been drained of blood. ”

The brocade-robed man laughed again, seemingly extremely pleasant.

"Is there a living mouth?"

The man with a meaty face fell into hard thought, and it took a long time for him to suddenly realize, and he was pleasantly surprised:

"Tell the commander, there is a living mouth! The corpses of Qingzhou warlock Liu Xingrong and his apprentice are not among them!"

"Have you ever found it?"

"No, not found. ”

The soldier with a meaty face replied with trembling.

The man in the brocade robe was stunned for a moment, his heart was full of reverie, it was really helpless to say, since he appointed the commander of the Yin Prison of Qingzhou County, in charge of the Qingzhou Black Prison Division - the commander of the 'Yin Prison', he has been conscientious and has never taken it lightly!

And now in this Daqi Black Prison Division's Yin Prison, such a strange thing has happened, and there are some monsters in this world, which are actually not tight, but when they happen in this Yin Prison, it is completely different! This is like slapping the Black Prison Division in the face, how can he be better!?

At this moment, an old sergeant with a beard and a weathered face came over, and he bowed:

"Lord Commander, my subordinates have something to report. ”

The brocade-robed man's tone returned to indifference again: "Song Baitong, please have something to say." ”

The reason why he is so indifferent is not because he is confident, but because he already sees death as home, and it is no wonder that no matter who he is, if he encounters this matter when he sits in this position, his mood will not be much better.

The elderly sergeant with a beard and a weathered face stepped forward and bowed respectfully: "My lord, my subordinates are in the prison and found that the body of Zhou Abing, the king of the royal family, is also among them. ”

"Who is Zhou Abing?" The brocade-robed man seemed to be deep in thought, and suddenly spoke: "But on the outskirts of Qingzhou, the servants of the Wang family who are involved in that strange thing?"

"Tell your lord, it's this person!"

The brocade-robed man's face fluctuated and unpredictable: "That man is just a slave, I didn't order you to let go, do you disobey orders?"

"My Black Prison Division has always been clear from top to bottom, and the orders are like mountains, and my subordinates will never dare to disobey the orders of the adults!" The old sergeant with a beard on his face shook again, leaned over and said respectfully: "But it seems that this Wu Shitong knows a little about this matter." ”

The brocade-robed man snorted coldly: "I don't know, can this Wu Shitong know about this?"

"My lord, the villain really doesn't know about this!"

The rough soldiers pretended to be stupid.

"I heard that there is a kind of punishment in the neighboring Great Qin, which seems to be called the division of the corpse of five horses. The man in the brocade robe was as if he hadn't heard it, and he said to himself as if no one was around: "It is to put people on the ground and put ropes on the limbs and heads of the body." At three o'clock in the afternoon, as soon as the soul drums sounded, the five horses immediately rode their horses and whipped their horses, and ran in five directions..."

"My lord, it's all to blame for Sun Qiantong, who is guarding Qingzhou County!" The rough sergeant with a full face was frightened in an instant when he heard such torture!

The brocade-robed man looked at the rough sergeant who was wagging his tail and begging for mercy, and pointed with his hand: "Song Baitong, you will let people escort him to the Yin Prison Torture Hall, so that he can serve him well, and don't neglect the distinguished guests!"

"No!"

The bearded sergeant waved his hand.

Several black-armored soldiers with big shoulders and round waists and cold faces instantly swarmed up, dragging the hair of the man with a full face and a fleshy face into the distance like dragging a dead dog.

"Spare me, sir!"

The sergeant in Tsing Yi, whose face was full of flesh, suddenly let out a sad and miserable cry, but in the blink of an eye, the miserable cry seemed to be gone, and gradually drifted away, until it was inaudible.

"Quickly report this matter to Lord Yincha!"

.......

Heaven and earth are like a melting pot of all things, it is already noon, and the scorching sun makes people drowsy.

The blazing sun reflects a magnificent hall.

The hall of Nuoda, the magnificence of the big decoration, hangs on the door: the golden plaque of "the emperor's destiny and the law of the country".

In the main hall, the brocade-robed man sits on a tall animal skin seat in the middle of the main hall, and behind him is a huge portrait of a 'black descending tiger' lifelike, alive and vibrant, with a narrow and sharp knife in his left hand and a secret report from the Black Prison Division in his right hand.

The brocade-robed man's expression was cloudy and uncertain, making it impossible to tell whether he was happy or worried.

Under the lobby, the two black-armored sergeants who were waiting for each other looked at each other in shock!

They knew that whenever the Lord of Archon had such a look, someone would be unlucky.

Unlike in the past, the doors inside and outside the hall are wide open.

Outside the hall, a group of black-armored sergeants were waiting for the battle, all of them with distinct stomachs, holding halberds, and lined up neatly.

What is everyone waiting for......

Suddenly, a figure floated from a distance, at first glance it seemed to be far away, but it was only an instant close to the front of the eye, the figure was white-clothed and barefoot, and the figure was slender, like a woman.

Seeing the woman in white who was close in an instant, the man in the brocade robe was incredulous, "Could this be.... How is it possible.... Lord Yincha, worthy of being a great sword cultivator with great talent, has already reached the realm of 'life and death'!"

Seeing the woman floating in the distance, all the sergeants in the hall knelt down on one knee, and the man in the brocade robe also stepped down from the chair and knelt on one knee:

"Humble duty, greetings to Lord Yincha!"

Hundreds of armor soldiers also roared together, murderous, and the top and bottom were distinct:

"Humble rank, greetings to Lord Yincha!"

The woman in white didn't seem to hear it, but walked into the main hall, she was dressed in a white dress, in addition to a long black waterfall-like hair, but also with a hideous gold mask, which was particularly eye-catching.

The mask seemed to be made by the best craftsmen, lifelike, delicate and light. The cyan fangs of the mask are bloodthirsty and terrifying, dark and weird, half green with green, half red with gold, ugly and hideous and terrifying, but the eyes hidden behind the mask are full of cold indifference:

"Get up!"

It's like a warbler singing in the wind, full of charm.

"No!"

The surrounding sergeants all stood up, and the look of admiration on their faces was even greater.

"Take me to the place where the crime happened. ”

The brocade-robed man said in a deep voice, "No." ”

After a while, the group came to the ordinary prison on the yin prison, and looked at the big hole cut in front of them, and the woman in white was slightly surprised:

"It can be done like this, and there are 'bad' level demons here. ”

The brocade-robed man looked gloomy, and spoke again, but his tone was a little indifferent: "Lord Yincha, this matter is all ineffective in doing things in a humble position, and I am willing to bear it with all my might!"

The bearded black-armored sergeant behind him instantly turned red: "Lord Yincha, this matter has nothing to do with Lord Chen, it is all the Qingzhou prison that abused power for personal gain, and was secretly involved in slavery and trading." ”

The woman wearing the hideous bull's head mask did not speak, but just glanced at them with cold eyes, and they suddenly felt a chill on their bodies, like a sharp blade possessing them.

"Who is missing?" the woman in the mask of a hideous bull's head replied, and suddenly said, "As for the dereliction of duty, I will not mention it for the time being." Serious incidents are not at all within the scope of the state and county black prison divisions. ”

Hearing this, the brocade-robed man's expression was slightly relaxed, "Returning to Lord Yincha, it is Qingzhou Liu Xingrong and his disciples who are missing." ”

The woman wearing the hideous bull's head mask nodded, and said: "Ask the painter to draw portraits according to the appearance of these two people, immediately draw portraits, post them on the city gates of various places in Qingzhou, and notify the black prison departments of other states to investigate this matter." ”

"No!" the brocade-robed man bowed his head.

The woman wearing a hideous bull's head mask, her cold eyes were as bright as a torch, and they were as sharp as knives: "Execute all those who know about this in Qingzhou Prison and those who participated in the slavery trade, and the two who are missing will be seen alive and corpses dead." ”

"No!"

A kind of black-armored sergeant walked out of the hall one after another, going about their duties.