Long Tao is dead.

He was burned to death.

A famous martial arts expert in Babaili City and a strong man who can tear tigers and leopards were burned to death at his home without any resistance!

Zhang Baoren is very panicked now...

He was tied up with two cold iron locks and hung them in the air, his arms and even his whole body were very sore.

My mouth was stuffed with a ball of rag, sour and smelly, and I wanted to retching but couldn't vomit.

The brazier in the dim cell was burning red, the heat waves rolled and Mars flew, but it couldn't warm his heart a little.

The various strange things on the walls made people not want to know how they acted, and they were not as good as the person in front of him.

This man was still meticulously cleaned up even in this dark and rotten prison. His dark soap clothes were clean and tidy without any stains and smells, and they were very decent. You could tell that this was specially modified by the tailor.

It should be a good material to choose again.

This is a decent person.

But his figure ruined this decent...

The eyebrows are high, the eye sockets are deep, and the cheekbones are collapsed. There is a gloomy atmosphere. And the figure less than five feet makes people unable to look straight...

But Zhang Baoren now did not dare to underestimate this "villain". To be precise, he was afraid of death now.

Zhang Baoren knew in his heart that if he had no money, he should not think about being comfortable; if he didn’t have money, he should not think about being reasonable. Anyone who came in would be skinned.

Not to mention meeting this person.

Not to mention that he is just a little Taoist priest, and all his property is the broken Taoist temple.

The person in front of me was named Peng Yi, who was the most famous cruel official in the "Babaili City".

Peng Yi looked at Zhang Baoren's panic and fearfulness and said calmly and relaxedly, "Tell me..."

He was calm when he spoke, but Zhang Baoren couldn't help but scream. He opened his mouth to try to say something, but his mouth was blocked.

I could only keep shaking my head and making whine.

Peng Yi sneered at this, then took a step forward and came to Zhang Baoren, staring at him with gloomy eyes with disdain and ridicule.

Regardless of his current appearance, Szawa said slowly, "Don't think I don't know what you're doing!"

"Long Tao's martial arts are indeed capable of tearing tigers and leopards, and one can fight ten."

"But if he encounters some demons and magic, there will be no way."

"Do you think so, little Taoist priest!"

"Woo...woo...woo..."

When Zhang Baoren heard his words, he struggled even harder.

But except for making the chain shake a little larger, there was no other effort.

In desperation, he could only look behind Peng Yi with desperate eyes.

On the wall behind Peng Yi, there was a shrine. In the small shrine was enshrined with a copper beast that looked like a tiger but had dragon scales.

Although the bronze beast is small, it also has great majesty. In this dark and small cell, it is like a god in charge of justice and punishment, suppressing all illegal people.

When Zhang Baoren looked over, the bronze statue seemed to have some kind of charm, as if it had come alive.

The tiger's eyes glared.

Zhang Baoren froze, and his consciousness seemed to be branded and whipped... He instantly burst into cold sweat, as if he had encountered a natural enemy.

The slab is also called the Charter.

He likes lawsuits, looks like a tiger, and has power, so he stands in the prison gate.

Peng Yi seemed to notice Zhang Baoren's strange color, but he was already familiar with everything in the prison cell and could not be familiar with him anymore, and did not look back, but just looked at Zhang Baoren with a sarcastic look.

He smiled disdainfully, "No matter what kind of demon you are, you have to be honest here."

Peng Yi's warning knocked Zhang Baoren back to reality. He immediately felt like he had broken free from his big hand that had pinched his throat, gasping for breath greedily.

However, because his mouth was stuffed with a rag and his breathing was not clear, his mind was dizzy. If his arms were not tied up by iron chains, he would have collapsed on the ground.

Before he could calm down, the pain in his brain felt a pain on his head, and a tear came from the crown tied up on the top of his head, and then his originally drooped head faced straight towards Peng Yi.

The pain above his head and the gloom that could not be melted on Peng Yi's special face instantly woke Zhang Baoren up. His current situation could not tolerate any random thoughts.

Just as he gathered his mind, Peng Yi stretched out another hand that was a little black, thin but neat and clean, and kneaded his face in proportion.

Feeling the cold fine cocoons rubbing beside the face, touching the cheek bones, pinching the flesh on the face, and ears...

Then he felt a squeeze on his face, and there was a slight stinging pain, and his mouth opened involuntarily. Peng Yi stretched out his other hand, pulled his lips open, and looked at the teeth in it seriously.

Zhang Baoren felt particularly uncomfortable.

But he wanted to avoid it but couldn't, because then Peng Yi tightly wrapped his head, stretched out his eyelids, and looked at his eyes.

Looking at each other, Peng Yi looked like a demon in his pupils, his eyes were cold and ruthless as if he was looking at a pile of dead flesh.

Zhang Baoren trembled, but he could only bear it and could only do whatever he wanted.

Then I heard Peng Yi's decisive judgment, "The eyes were turbid and unsightly, the lips were pale and bloodless, and the earlobes were wilted and beadless.

If you have too little fortune, you will be destined to be a slut in this life."

Then Peng held Zhang Baoren's head one after another, weighed him for a while, "If the head is not round, the heart will be unrighteous. There is a backbone behind the head, and he is not like a good person."

Then Peng Yi followed Zhang Baoren's head and measured it finely. He would hold his body, ribs, arms and thighs tightly when he encountered joints.

"The bones are too light and there is hollow inside; the spine is not straight, and there will be many diseases..."

At this time, Peng Yi's hand was even stronger than before, as if he wanted to find out his bones through Zhang Baoren's body and what his essence was.

Soon Peng Yi weighed Zhang Baoren's whole body carefully, which made Zhang Baoren's whole body extremely sore, but at this time, what made him even more frightened was the short figure in front of him.

That kind of behavior that looks like treating pigs and dogs, the kind of contempt that comes from the soul.

All of this made Zhang Baoren feel cold all over his body.

After doing this, Peng Yizi took out a handkerchief from his arms, wiped his hands and sneered, "Hehe... what else can you say now? Do you dare to say that you are wronged?"

"I knew you were not a good person at the first sight of you. At this time, I looked at it carefully and it was indeed not bad. As a slut, you would never think of going out in your life."

Peng Yi's tone was decisive, full of a sense of righteousness and disgust for evil.

Zhang Baoren looked at his extremely confident eyes and the tone that seemed natural, and his heart became even more cold and trembling.

Compared to that squid, Peng Yi in front of him made him feel even more frightened.

Peng Yi's appearance was deeply imprinted in his soul.

A stream of inexplicable aura emanated from the well-dressed and hypocritical person in front of him, and was absorbed by Zhang Baoren.

At the same time, something seemed to be nurtured on his body, as if there was a special life to break the shell on him, but it was bound by a special force of order around him.

The stronger the vitality and power, the greater the bondage force around it.

Under the pull of two forces, Zhang Baoren's place at this time was like a heart and an embryo, beating slowly.

All this happened at an unknown level and did not cause any interference to reality, and Peng Yi knew nothing about it.

"You are just a bastard, you still want to fool me?"

As soon as Peng said that, he took out a piece of paper containing Zhang Baoren's various crimes and asked him to sign and write...

"Bang…"

A light sound interrupted Peng Yi's movement.

The two looked at the place where the sound came, and saw the heavy wooden door of the prison being pushed open and hit the wall hard. A black figure was standing at the door and looking around.

The two of them were different about this uninvited guest. Peng Yi frowned and was cold, while Zhang Baoren's eyes were silent but had hope.

"Ka...Ka...Ka..."

The footsteps were particularly clear in the quiet cell, and the man walked straight towards where the two were.

Just now, I couldn't see clearly because I was far away. It was not until the man approached that his appearance became real in the eyes of both of them.

This man looked like he was in his twenties or thirties, with thick eyebrows and big eyes. Although he was not handsome, his face was very clean and neat. He was not old, but he gave people a calm feeling.

He is burly and is more than half a head taller than Zhang Baoren. Compared with Peng Yi, he looks like an adult or a child.

He was wearing a black robe with a hood behind him; there was no texture decoration on the clothes, which looked ordinary, but it could be seen from unknown materials.

His appearance and dressing are neat and meticulous.

It feels like...

It looks like Peng Yi.

It's not appearance, but a temperament.

Zhang Baoren subconsciously looked at Peng Yi and compared it. After careful observation, he found the difference between the two.

There is still a clear difference. Compared with this person, Peng Yi is like... Mu Guaner Monkey.
To be continued...