The Living Dead and Lao Jinzi stood face to face through the iron bars as thick as their arms. Lao Jinzi held a long-handled scoop for food that added rice in one hand and a lantern made of paper in the other hand. It seemed that nothing was wrong. However, from the perspective of Ye Yian squatting, he could clearly see that Lao Jinzi's throat had been tightly strangled by the Living Dead's hand that looked like a bird's claw.

What's strange is that Lao Jinzi was restrained from his vital control. He was obviously so angry that he could not breathe, but he did not struggle at all. His turbid eyes, like dead fish, seemed to be pulled by a thread, staring at the face of the living dead.

The direction where Ye Yian squatted happened to see the side face and one eye of the living dead. At this time, the living dead's eyes opened suddenly, and the dark red pupils inside had turned into a pool of flowing blood. Coupled with his description, he was really a ghost in the abyss.

Slowly, the blue blood began to rotate slowly, turning faster and faster, and at the end it suddenly became a deep whirlpool...

Ye Yian turned his head suddenly, gasped quickly, and did not dare to look at the eye of the living dead. Just now, as the blue blood rotated, he seemed to be trapped in a vast sea of ​​blood filled with dead spirits. The cold wind on the sea of ​​blood brought out huge waves, and the sound of ghosts crying and screaming at the heart and soul.

In the turbulent wind and waves, a huge vortex suddenly formed in the sea of ​​blood that could not be seen at a glance. He fell into it and then sank down with the waves. Every time he turned, he sank down, gradually reaching the top. In the vortex of the sea of ​​blood, the cold and cold of the cone bones was like countless pairs of white bone-shaped ghost hands that penetrated into his body and teared and swallowed his three souls and seven spirits.

A difference in thought is almost like the soul sinks into the sea of ​​blood, and the soul scatters and the spirit disappears.

After breathing and calming down, Ye Yian stroked his forehead and felt a cold sweat.

He was shocked. When he looked at him again, Ye Yian firmly avoided the eyes of the living dead.

The living dead raised another ghost hand that was covered with bones and reached the top of Lao Qianzi's head, and then inserted it straight down. The strongest skull in the human body was broken like silt under this hand.

At the same time, the hand that strangled the throat of the Living Dead man had slid down and pierced into Lao Jinzi's heart. When his hands were pulled out together, a fresh heart was hanging on the palm of his right hand, and the heart was still bulging and beating continuously. There were five blood lines on the five fingers of the Living Dead man's left hand, one end connected to the fingertips and the other end connected to the five blood holes on Lao Jinzi's skull.

Five blood lines that were clearly flowing formed a shackle, locking several nearly transparent and invisible objects like light smoke tightly inside, and it was still difficult to escape no matter how they collided.

The invisible light smoke finally flowed into the five blood lines, and then the five blood lines flowed upwards through the fingertips and penetrated into the holes of the facial features of the living dead.

Under the yellow light, the dark prison, which was dim and never seen the sun all year round, suddenly turned into an extremely gloomy and terrifying ghost creature. Ye Yian bit his lips tightly, and his face, which was already bloodless, became even paler.

After five blood lines that were poured into the invisible light smoke, the living dead raised his right hand and ate the still beating fresh heart in his palm.

After a moment of eating, blood suddenly flowed out of the living dead man's eyes, but the blood did not fall to the ground, but followed the route just now and flowed into Lao Jinzi's body through his fingertips.

Lao Zhengzi, whose eyes had been closed after his heart was taken out, suddenly opened his eyes, but there was no more anger in these eyes, and it turned out to be dark red.

This man lost his heart... he never died!

A heavy breathing sounded, and the living dead man with relief on his face seemed to have exhausted all his energy. He couldn't stand even while panting. He staggered back a few steps before falling to the ground.

A look at the holes in the wall, the living dead man gasped like thunder and said hoarsely: "Come here."

Following his words, the old banzi outside the fence walked straight outside Ye Yian's prison. The string of keys tied to his waist were the keys of the cells in the black prison.

Although Lao Jinzi was not dead, his eyes were dull and his whole body was stiff when he walked, looking like a human-shaped puppet.

After opening the door of Ye Yian and the Living Dead Cell, Lao Jinzi held the key in one hand and pulled out the official knife at his waist with the other hand, and walked towards the other two cells.

In the black prison, there were two other people who were imprisoned. However, those two were not as good as Ye Yian, whose muscles, bones and blood were washed away, and the strange living dead man in the black prison. After being abolished when he was imprisoned, he was tortured by the harsh environment of the black prison. The two of them could not stand up and were dying.

It was locked for a long time and lacked oil. There was a harsh noise when the iron gate of the prison was pushed open. Ye Yi paused and looked up and down the door, and then he let out a long breath and walked out of the cell where he had lived for more than three years.

"The tiger falls into the sun, and the thief God is coming to bully me again. A very shallow puppet technique makes me so harsh and ugly. It's fine if you don't eat it raw, it's hard to sustain people's hearts. Hey, it's so deep that I'm in heaven. If my ancestors saw this scene, I'll scold me as an unworthy descendant and make you laugh."

The face was covered with thorns, and the expression of the living dead was not visible when they said this, but the bleak meaning in the words was obvious, "Five elements! The noses of the miscellaneous bulls are really good."

Ye Yian walked step by step to the cell where the living dead had already opened, but did not enter. He just looked at him with an extremely unfamiliar look, "If you don't fall, wouldn't my soul be taken away by you just now? Just like this old forbidden son, I will become a walking corpse you can drive away at will? In this way, I really have to thank the Five Elements Jedi."

The living dead man who had already felt so relieved that he could not even stand up even when he could stand up in front of Ye Yian's eyes without any guilt, "Ye Yian, after three years, I have known that you are smart and quick-witted, and I also appreciate your tenacity, but you should not be too arrogant and ignorant. If I were really determined to capture you as a corpse puppet, how could you escape?"

Just now, the main power of the living dead was used on Lao Qianzi, and he was just a scoop on himself. If he had done all his strength to do it to himself, could he escape?

Think further, if Lao Qianzi had done something to himself before he arrived, could he escape?

The answer is self-evident.

After the elixir is broken, the pill hole is broken and can still use magic tricks in a five-element Jedi like the Black Prison. Although he said that the magic is very shallow, and after performing this superficial magic, he also looks like he is about to be exhausted, but this behavior itself is already really magical. What is the origin of this living dead man? What kind of martial arts did he use? How high should he be in the practice level before entering the Black Prison?

The bumpy fate and the ascetic practice of black prisons that can be called purgatory in the past three years gave Ye Yian not only a tough personality, but also a calmness far beyond his actual age. Although all kinds of thoughts flashed in his mind, his face was still as moving as a mountain, "Then what were you going to do just now?"

"I took my life to get a chance to escape. After I made such a big investment, I had the opportunity to add a mark to your soul. I would like to remind you not to forget the transaction we agreed on last night after going out. Isn't this too much, right?"

Ye Yian refused to give in, "Since you have such supernatural powers in the Five Elements Jedi Skills, why don't you go out and do something by yourself and what else to trade with me?"

The living dead asked and sneered: "You have become so stupid? If the celestial phenomena of the seven-star striking sun have not changed today, how could someone give you this thing more than life? But now, look at someone like this, can you still get out?"

At this point, the living dead man forced himself to shout, "I haven't come in yet, what place do you think is this? Someone doesn't have time to talk nonsense to you anymore. Could it be that you really want to rot here?"

Ye Yian looked up at the familiar black prison. After pondering for a moment, he stepped into the cell of the Living Dead. After this step, he went without hesitation and hesitation, and went directly to the side of the Living Dead who was silenced to the ground.

After about a cup of tea, a muffled sound came from outside the cell. The old ban servant who had been standing staggering after killing two other dying prisoners fell to the ground. As the corpse puppet fell, the living dead closed his eyes with dark red pupils.

This time, he was really dead, and he could not die again.

He looked at the living dead man deeply. Ye Yian had no time to sigh. He found Lao Jinzi stripped off his public uniform and put it on, pressed his hat low to cover his eyebrows. Then he lifted the wooden barrel for food in one hand, pressed the knife around his waist with the other hand, collapsed his chest and bowed his waist, imitating Lao Jinzi's footsteps that were already extremely familiar, and walked step by step outside the black prison.

From one side of the Black Prison, after passing twenty-six steps, a dark path that only allows one person to pass sideways appeared in front of him. This path was made up of two walls. After passing through it, he arrived at the long and gloomy Xiangzhou Prison.

It was night outside the black prison. In the prison, you could clearly feel the night wind blowing from the small ventilation openings of the prisons on both sides. Although it was extremely light and weak, Ye Yian's steps suddenly stopped and he was in a moment of distractedness. Then, he held the knife on his waist tighter and walked step by step towards the bright lights ahead.

There is a house for the prisoners to use, and it is also the first level that he must face when he returns to freedom.

Step by step, getting closer and closer. Fortunately, I didn't meet a forbidden boy who went out to patrol. Instead, the shouts of wine and punching and complaining with strong alcoholic spirit became louder and louder. I complained that the Zhongyuan Festival had to be spent in this ghost place. I complained that the family of the prisoner who was imprisoned today was really stingy. The wine I sent was thin and astringent, which made my grandfather feel angry.

It has been more than three years, and I have never seen such a bright light in one thousand, one hundred and ninety days and nights, although this narrow bright light only emerges from the crack of the door hidden by the bad house,

Seeing that the door of the bad room was almost closed, Ye Yian speeded up a little. As he was about to walk past the door, a shout suddenly came from behind the door, "Lao Shu, there were two prisoners who were imprisoned in the afternoon. They were not responsible for the heavens and the earth, and no family members came to collect the bodies. Now they were standing in the opposite room. Go and roll them up the mats. When the charity village comes, it will take a few people to collect the bodies. One is 200 yuan. Even if you earn the 400 cents, hurry up and get it back to have a drink. If it is too late, the wine will be gone."

After the sound, another sound that had been tying his tongue after drinking, shouted: "Don't forget to clean your hands when you come back."

A burst of laughter rang out in the house.

Do you ignore going outward or...

After a moment of thinking, Ye Yian walked towards the miscellaneous room opposite with the unique fatigue steps of the old forbidden son.

There was a mess inside the room, with a dim smelly oil lamp lit, half of the room was piled with bundles of straw, and the other half was in a mess. There were two narrow thin plates on the ground, and each of them had a skinny dead body.

At first glance, he saw a back door at the back of the room. Ye Yian covered the door with his back hand and quickly walked out along the back door.

Outside the back door, there were another row of "Xuan"-shaped prisons set up in pairs. Ye Yian walked a few steps and saw two bans patrolling far ahead. The man was carrying a bright lantern in his hand. There was no way to avoid this prison. If he continued to move forward, he would inevitably run into these two bans in person.

After taking the steps back, Ye Yian turned around and retreated to the mixed room, closed the door with his backhand. After several paces, he turned his mind sharply and finally turned his attention to the pile of bamboo mats.

I had no time to hesitate anymore, and had a certain idea. I immediately took two straw mats and rolled the two dead bodies in it, and tied the mat with a straw rope around the waist.

Then, Ye Yian pulled out one of the dead bodies of similar size to him, and buried them in the pile of straw together with the old forbidden robes he took off.

After doing all this, Ye Yian opened the back door of the mixed room again, and then turned around to the straw mattress with the quilt, curled up tightly and crawled in bit by bit.

I got in and just lay down, a drop of cold sweat quietly slid off my forehead.

He has done everything he can to do, and all he left is waiting, and the result of waiting will be a big gamble, either freedom or death.

Although he survived the three years of black prison, he was not crazy or impatient. But now with the hope of freedom, even if it was just a slim hope, Ye Yian was willing to bet his entire life for this glimmer of hope!

In this suffocating waiting, every blink of an eye is so long that time seems to have stopped flowing by solemn fate.

I don’t know how long it took, footsteps came outside the room, and a sound of stiff tongue shouting, “Lao Shu, Lao Shu”

No one answered, and then he heard the sound of the door being pushed open, and the stern-headed man muttering loudly, "This prisoner's old slammed man, where did he die? Well, it's the two mats rolled up, and he'll carry them away quickly. On July 15th, these two short-lived ghosts cannot stay here overnight."

The sound of the silence that was obviously drunk was not in. Instead, he heard the sound of two other footsteps entering the room, and then he heard a striking sound of a scythe. Some were burning paper, and some murmuring to each other.

Later, Ye Yian, who was breathing and concentrating, felt a sudden chill on his forehead. Someone had posted a piece of yellow paper on his face. Then, he was lifted up one by one by one by one by one by one by one by one. After about forty or fifty steps, the mat was thrown on a hard board car with an old horse riding.

The carriage was scattered and walked forward all the way, passing four posts and paused four times. But on this Zhongyuan night, which is called the Ghost Festival by the people, it is obvious that no forbidden or tolerant is willing to provoke these "dead corpses". The yellow paper on Ye Yian's face has never been uncovered.

After the fourth pause, the carriage passed through unimpededly. Gradually, what Ye Yian heard in his ears was apart from the sound of the old horse sniffing, and the noises that should have occurred in the city at night.

It took most of the hour to walk, and the carriage went from silence to noisy, and then gradually returned to silence. Finally, the carriage stopped and Ye Yian was lifted off the carriage. Just as he reached out to hold the knife in his arms tightly, the scene he was most worried about did not appear - no one came to untie the rope tied to his straw mat.

After waiting quietly for a while, Ye Yian heard the murmurs and yawns of the two corpse-carrying men. The two of them were unwilling to bury the bodies on the night of July 15th. They discussed it in a few words and would wait until dawn tomorrow.

Suddenly, it became dark before my eyes, and it was clear that someone blew out the lights. Then, Lari's footsteps went away, and someone closed the door with a "bang".

The surroundings became completely quiet again, and Ye Yian did not move. It was not until a stick of incense that he quietly emerged from the straw mat.

This is a place similar to the Taoist temple hall, empty and gloomy, with a faint moonlight shining through the broken window paper, forming a mottled moon shadow on the ground. In the haze, you can vaguely see the four big words on the hanging plaque:

Futian Yizhuang

Accumulating good deeds and virtues is called "planting a field of blessings", sowing a field of blessings, and gaining blessings. A charity village is either opened by the government, or funded by local wealthy households, or sponsored by the government and the people, and is responsible for consolidating the roads on the local side, such as starving and starving, and other ownerless corpses.

This hall-like place is very complicated. After two incense sticks, Ye Yian has changed his clothes and sought water for a simple washing.

He pushed the door silently open a gap and flashed out. As soon as he came out, Ye Yian hit the stars in the sky and the bright moon.

It was midsummer, fifteenth, on the night of the full moon, there was no cloud in the sky, and the bright starlight and the moonlight like water came in a bright light, shining on Xiangzhou City, Futian Yizhuang, and Ye Yian's pale face as snow.

On the third update, the atrium shines like snow, and people are like snow, and they are so sad that they are broken, and the cuckoo cries blood.
Chapter completed!