"It's getting dark...... Chen Shiyong opened his sleepy eyes, and the words that came out of his mouth were still like babbling.

There was a pot of oil fire in the corridor of the underground cell, and there were torches hanging on the stone wall opposite the door, as if they had been lit when someone had come to the cell.

Before that, he had never imagined that he would one day be in prison.

At the thought of this, he stuck out his tongue and licked his dry lips, realizing that his mouth was full of a sticky smell, which he had done a few times before.

"Hush. Chen Shiyong had nowhere to vent his evil anger, and couldn't help but scold.

He knew that if it weren't for that damn forbidden technique, he would have already won the Trials Tournament, and he would have to suffer in prison.

Da-da-da. Da-da-da.

A lazy and weak footsteps came from the stone steps at the end of the corridor, and it was Chen Shiyong in the past, completely disdainful of treating each other squarely.

But at least not now.

He sighed quietly before propping himself up from the messy straw mat, his eyes probing the aisle in front of the cell door, as if expecting something to happen.

A plain-looking, unfit jailer stopped in front of his cell door, holding a plate of very light food in both hands.

"Boy, prison is here. The jailer placed the two porcelain bowls on the plate in the crack under the cell door, "Eat them while they are hot." ”

Chen Shiyong glanced at the jailer and said, "I'm not hungry, I won't eat." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he began to pretend to be asleep, without the slightest intention of continuing to deal with the jailer.

"Why are you doing this?" the jailer furrowed, a thick black brow.

For so many days, Chen Shiyong has rarely eaten, which naturally cannot escape the eyes of the jailers.

Even if he is good at talking, he can't persuade this stubborn man.

"The unrest has almost subsided. The jailer mentioned something that Chen Shiyong cared about.

"Calmed down?" Chen Shiyong pretended to be unable to go on, so he got up and walked to the prison door, "When did it subside?"

Chen Shiyong barely knew anything about the turmoil that occurred in the second round of the trial match, but fortunately, there were jailers who talked about it when they were chatting, otherwise he might have been confused all along.

"Just two days ago. The jailer shoved the porcelain bowl containing the food into his hand, "I'll tell you slowly when you're done." ”

Chen Shiyong snatched the rice bowl and ate it in a big gulp.

It's just that the taste of the food is like oil and wax, and it is really hard to swallow, and he finally eats it in his stomach, but he spits it out again.

"Wow......" Chen Shiyong looked at the filth that was vomiting all over the ground, and after gasping for breath a few times, he suddenly swept away the two porcelain bowls, "What broken food!"

The jailer continued the conversation to distract him: "It is said that more than 200 new disciples took action, and it was only then that they knocked down the terrifying centipede, otherwise those 3,000 people would not have escaped death at that time......

"Is there a monster that 3,000 people can't defeat? Chen Shiyong walked back to the straw mat.

The jailer sat down on the spot and said, "This is true, you don't know, that monster is stationed a lot higher than everyone else, and it is normal that it cannot be defeated. ”

"And then, what about the people behind the scenes?"

"It looks like they've escaped. ”

"Oh, what a bird news. Chen Shiyong lowered his oily dirty face, and couldn't help but become decadent.

"I'm a little jailer, that's all I know, and I'll have to ...... the specifics," the jailer got back to his feet.

"That's fine. Chen Shiyong lay on his side on the unkempt straw mat and began to close his eyes and think.

Since he was imprisoned, Chen Shiyong has nothing more than to know what the turmoil outside the prison is, but this is simply a luxury for him now.

Da-da-da-da!

Another sound of footsteps came from the end of the corridor, short and frequent, very different from the previous sound.

"The prisoner Chen Shiyong listened to the order and is now immediately going to the Cloud Habitat for interrogation without delay. Another jailer came to the cell door, and after a hurried glance at Chen Shiyong, he took out a token from his sleeve with a very serious expression.

"Interrogation?" Chen Shiyong said in a daze.

On May 22, 854 in the fairy calendar, in the hall of Yunsheng Palace.

"Spread Chen Shiyong into the hall. ”

As soon as the loud voice fell, Chen Shiyong stepped into the Yunsheng Hall under the supervision of two jailers, and he glanced at the auspicious cloud pattern on the wall of the temple, followed by the cold light eyes thrown at him on both sides of the aisle.

But for him, these can only be regarded as commonplace trivialities.

As early as a few days ago, Chen Shiyong had already set foot in the Yunsheng Palace, when he had committed a first foul of the rules, and after being treated and healed, he was sent to the main hall of the Yunsheng Realm to be interrogated, just like what happened now.

It's just that there were five elders sitting in front of him at the beginning, instead of the current three, except for the two people who were Chan Yuan and Fang Guichen, the rest was Xu Miao.

Chen Shiyong's eyes widened with hatred, as if he was warning Xu Miao, and this small action was only noticed by the two of them.

"Sinner Chen Shiyong greets the elders. Chen Shiyong snorted in a whisper that almost no one could hear, and then said respectfully.

"You don't have to be polite, just get straight to the point. ”

"What's the topic?" Fang Guichen's words overwhelmed him.

"I called you here this time to find out the forbidden spells on you. Xu Miao saw that he didn't look like he was pretending to be garlic, so he had to be patient to talk to him.

"I have already told a few elders about the forbidden arts, and I have not concealed anything. ”

Suddenly, the cultivators on both sides of the aisle continued to discuss, although it was complicated, but most of the words were still criticizing this young man with a strong nature.

"No, there's a secret. Chan Yuan slowly opened his closed eyes and said, "Last time you said where did the forbidden art come from?"

"Back to the elder, the sinner stole a forbidden book from the realm of the bard, and the forbidden art he learned came from the book. ”

"I don't think so, I've been in charge of the Yinshu Realm for many years, and I've never seen a secret technique that can increase the qi source abnormally. Fang Guichen's tone was calm everywhere, but there was no lack of acupuncture, "Unless it is taught by others." ”

"Haha, Elder Fang misunderstood, if the forbidden technique wasn't done by me, then who else could it be?" Chen Shiyong spoke calmly, "Besides, how can the elders be so sure that it was taught by outsiders." ”

"In the first round of the competition, there were eighteen other people who were also imprisoned for 'stealing learning' forbidden techniques, but all of them died without exception. Fang Guichen added, "I'm just worried that the remnants of those two people may still be in the territory, ready to kill people at any time." ”

Doesn't killing people mean that their lives are in danger at all times...... Chen Shiyong didn't dare to continue thinking.

"No way, if this were the case, those people would have executed us a long time ago!"

Fang Guichen shook his head and said with a smile: "Don't panic, I just made up a sentence casually, but hearing you say this, someone really taught you the forbidden technique?"

Only then did Chen Shiyong react that he had fallen into Fang Guichen's trap.