A little dim light lit up deep underground. Since the wick has not been cut for a long time, the already weak flames seem to be weaker and weak, as if they will go out at any time. Apart from the wisps of black smoke floating above the wick, there is also an indelible and strong smell.

This stinky oil lamp that even the poorest people don't use is the only light source here, which complements the name of the Black Prison.

Under the dim light of the oil lamp, there are two rows of eight prison rooms. Because the black prison is still under the Xiangzhou prison, it goes too deep into the ground, and the disgusting and dirty air is so rich that it can drip out the water with just a touch of your hand.

Dark, damp, and suffocating, this black prison is indeed worthy of its name. Compared to this, even the dirtiest pig house on the ground is probably ten times better than here.

In addition to the harsh environment, the most unbearable thing in the black prison is the invisible but actually filling the entire space. Ye Yian's most intuitive feeling about this dead energy is that the flames of the smelly oil lamp have never changed slightly during the 1,124 days and nights, and even the smallest swaying has not been seen at once.

Ye Yian lives in the No. 7 prison room - the wettest and darkest place in the entire Black Prison.

On the 1125th day after entering the Black Prison, Ye Yian calculated the time to get up from the couch made of moldy straw.

Although his clothes were already ragged, Ye Yian still carefully sorted them up and down, and then took a small rope ring made of straw to straighten out the messy hair and tied it up.

After trying his best to clean up, Ye Yian walked to a place on the left side of the prison, and then slowly closed his eyes.

"It has been gloomy for fifteen consecutive days, and it should be sunny today."

Almost as he closed his eyes, a thin beam of sunlight shot in from a hole on the top of the No. 2 prison opposite, shining obliquely into the No. 7 prison, barely shining on the eyebrows of Ye Yian who was standing at carefully selected positions.

In the deep underground, there is such a beam of light coming as scheduled in the dark and dark prison filled with death. Although I don’t know how many coincidences of terrain are needed to make up this scene, this does not prevent Ye Yi from enjoying this miracle of light safely, physically and mentally.

This is a real miracle, far more sensational than the miracles claimed by Guangyuanguan.

This beam of light that cannot be explained by a miracle is too thin, so the sunlight projected on Ye Yian's eyebrows is only the size of a Kaiyuan Tongbao.

There was no sign of Ye Yian complaining at all. He was greedily feeling all the warmth and light contained in the sunshine of this money.

After fifteen consecutive days of gloom, the weather outside became clear as expected, bright and warm. This is the rising sun of spring - the best sunshine in the best season.

Ye Yian adjusted his body slightly, allowing the money to slid across every corner of his face without missing a single inch.

Ye Yian, who was fifteen years old, has already lost her childishness as a young boy. His handsome face was pale, so white that there was no trace of blood. His tall body became taller because he was too thin.

Such thinness and the extremely broken clothes are far inferior to the most depressed beggar in the market.

When the rising sun slid through his eyes, Ye Yian slowly opened his closed eyes.

Everything has changed!

Eyebrows are sword eyebrows, and eyes are star eyes.

For some reason, the darkness of more than a thousand days and nights in the black prison has never made Ye Yian's eyes turbid, and the long-term closure has never made his eyes dull. This is still a pair of clear eyebrows, bright and flexible. Every time the pupils rotate, there are vicissitudes, melancholy, firmness and hope that have not been seen three years ago.

This is a pair of eyes that seem to have magnetic force and are unforgettable. Just because of these eyes, even the dark and gloomy black prison cannot cover up his specialness.

Time passed by little by little, and the sunlight of that money became lower and lower, and it finally disappeared completely when it flowed to the chest.

Watching the sunlight pass, Ye Yian sighed reluctantly, took a small piece of rock with a sharp edge and drew a heavy mark on the wall of the black prison.

Another day has passed!

After doing this, he began to return to the moldy straw bed, pinch the Qingling Jue with his hands, sit cross-legged, close his eyes, breathe, and guide him.

This attempt was as futile as before, and still could not sense any of the original spiritual power of heaven and earth.

After a long time, Ye Yian let out a long breath and was about to end his futile attempt to get up, a slight sound of searching for him suddenly came from the wall beside him.

As the sound of asking for help, a blue brick on the wall was taken out from the No. 8 prison. This blue brick was originally used to build a city wall, thick and thick. After it was taken out, a hole connecting the two prison rooms suddenly appeared on the wall.

Behind the hole was a black, dry, rough and thin face. Because the beard on his face was too thick, the face blurred. The only eye-catching pair of deep-sleeping eyes showed dark red reflective light. Especially those pupils, Ye Yian felt that it was a little redder than when he saw it last time, so red that it could not be seen even if it was a trace of black.

This man is just like his name, a living dead man.

The red pupils of the living dead stared at Ye Yian who was still sitting cross-legged. There was mockery in his voice and other unexplained emotions. "The Black Prison is the five elements Jedi carefully arranged by the miscellaneous men of the Dao Sect. How can there be original spiritual power here for you to breathe and guide? Besides, when you were in prison, those bulls had already broken up your pill hole. Even if there was original spiritual power here for you to use, it would be difficult to retain it in your body, let alone re-formed into Yuan Dan."

At this point, the man paused and said, "Try it more than a thousand times, and despair more than a thousand times. It's really rare that you can't go crazy, but aren't you tired of it?"

Ye Yian approached the hole, "If you don't go crazy in the black prison, you should learn to find more things for yourself. But you are very abnormal today, and you have said more things now than in the past year."

The Living Dead didn't answer this and asked: "How many days after you went to black prison today?"

It's really rare to have someone speak in this black prison. Ye Yian didn't ask why he asked, "One thousand one hundred and twenty-five days."

"Which day you went to jail?"

"March 7th day of the 28th year of Kaiyuan"

The Living Dead was silent for a while, as if he was calculating, or just confirming something. "It's been more than a thousand days, but I haven't asked why you were in this black prison?"

After hearing this question, Ye Yian was stunned. Today, this living dead man was so abnormal. Not only did he talk too much, but he didn't say anything in his voice, he even asked such a question.

After three years in prison, Ye Yian already knew that asking about other people's past in this place was no different from uncovering a scar. It was really annoying. When the Living Dead moved the blue brick for the first time, he had the same question. Not only did he not get an answer, but he was scolded. In the next seven months, the Living Dead never said a word to him.

What's wrong today?

silence

The dead man didn't ask any more questions, nor did he block the blue bricks, but just waited quietly.

After a long time, Ye Yian spoke again, "I don't know."

This answer is really surprising. The voice of the living dead is filled with uncovered surprise, "Don't know?"

"Yes" Since Master took him in twelve years ago, Ye Yian, who was originally an orphan, lived with him in a small valley in Wuyin Mountain. Although this valley is unknown, it has excellent scenery and abundant spiritual power in the world, which is as good as a paradise.

Master is a mysterious figure. He spent less time and thoughts on his practice to the point where he could almost be ignored. What he saw every day was to carry a cup of wine to the top of the mountain beside the valley, lying on the rocks to watch the clouds gather and disperse in the sky, rolling and unfolding, and for nine years, he never got bored. It seemed that the clouds that gathered and dispersed were endless secrets that could make him addicted to him.

With such a lazy master who almost didn't care about anything, Ye Yian, who was already precocious, became more mature and mature. He took over the chores in the valley since he was twelve years old, and went out of the valley once a month to buy daily necessities such as pen, tea and wine.

Three years ago, on the seventh day of March 28th, Kaiyuan, it was the day of purchase. When Ye Yian, who had completed the purchase, had just walked back to Xiaogu in the afterglow of the sunset, he was caught by a Taoist priest wearing apricot yellow robes, and then entered the black prison. The process was very fast, and there was no question during this period. Since he was thrown into the black prison, it was like a stone that had sunk to the bottom. No one remembered it or cared about it.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to figure out the whole story. As soon as he goes to black prison, no one even listens to his words. In the past three years, except for an old banzi who is responsible for delivering food, Ye Yian has never seen an outsider, let alone the Taoist who arrested him. Even the only old banzi who can contact the outside world is deaf and dumb, unable to hear clearly and does not want to listen to any words of the prisoners.

After three years of this, I don’t know why I was admitted to the black prison, but even Ye Yian’s safety and safety are unknown.
Chapter completed!