The sky was slightly bright, and Divine Capital had not yet fully awakened from the damp and cold Night Rain.
Thick leaden clouds hung low over the city, squeezing the originally unclear morning light into only a few wisps of pale gray.
The air is filled with the smell of renovated soil, mixed with the rotten smell that lingers in the moat, and goes straight into people's nostrils.
Fang Mo walked on the wet Bluestone Slab road, leading the Black Iron Tower named Iron Bull to appear under the towering gate tower of Heavenly Prison.
Today he took off his ostentatious brocade clothes and put on the ill-fitting black jailer's uniform again.
The long knife that had drunk the blood of countless dead souls was slung across his waist, and he also held a mourning stick wrapped in white paper in his hand.
This outfit coupled with that listless expression makes him look like Black Impermanence who crawled out of Netherworld to seek bad luck, except for having a Yellow Talisman sticker on his forehead that says "Keep away from strangers."
The guards at the door have been replaced a long time ago.
Seeing Fang Mo coming over, they all bent their waists like prawns and didn't even dare to breathe.
"Ouch, Master Fang got up early today."
Wang Youan was huddled in Grand Tutor Chair at the entrance of the corridor, and the shiny Zisha Pot in his hand was being brought to his mouth.
When he saw Fang Mo, his small eyes that were always squinted suddenly shone brightly, and then quickly disappeared into the folds on his face.
This old fritter has been around here for half his life, and his tricks are more vicious than Torture Instrument in Heavenly Prison. With just one glance, he could tell something was wrong.
After not seeing each other for a night, this kid changed.
In the past, although Fang Mo was also Sha Qi, the fierceness was floating on the surface of the leather, just like a newly sharpened cast iron knife, with sharp edges but easy to break.
But the Fang Mo in front of him, the Aura around him was extremely restrained, standing there gave people the illusion of being bottomless.
Now, Fang Mo stands there, like a pool of stagnant water.
You can't see the bottom, and you can't hear the sound, but if you throw a Shitou down, it won't even make a splash, and it will be swallowed up directly.
Wang Youan has only seen this feeling in those old Monster who have truly become masters of life.
"Uncle Wang, you are trying to flatter me. In front of you, True Buddha, there is nothing wrong with me."
Fang Mo came forward with a smile, and skillfully took two peanuts from the Porcelain Plate beside Wang Youan, and threw them into his mouth, "Look at your rosy complexion, you must have gained experience practicing Inverted Reading Divine Skill in bed last night, and you have improved a lot."
"Bah, a dog can't spit out ivory from its mouth."
Wang Youan smiled and cursed, glared at him angrily, then lowered his voice and glanced at the empty corridor around him vaguely. "Don't make jokes with me here. Last night East City There was a lot of movement in that alley, and a total of five people died. I heard from the City Patrol Department's brothers that the scene was too tragic to watch, and one of them even had his head forcibly shot into his chest, becoming a headless ghost."
"Uncle Wang is right, you don't know how timid I am?" Fang Mo chewed peanuts and spread his hands innocently, "I stayed in Barracks to sleep last night. Iron Bull's snoring was so loud that I couldn't sleep well all night. If you don't believe me, ask Iron Bull?"
Iron Bull behind him immediately nodded his head like he was pounding garlic, and the honest expression on his face was extremely deceptive.
"Believe it to yourself, eleven out of ten words you say are lies." Wang Youan snorted and stopped asking, "That's all, let's not talk about those bad things. Why do you have time to go back to this old place today? Punishment Department Isn't there a mess over there? The mess has been cleaned up neatly?"
"The work over there is boring, the hacking and killing is too rude." Fang Mo pointed to the deep corridor behind him, "It's still quiet down here. I haven't seen my family down here for a few days, and I still miss it. I chat with them and talk about my heart, and I feel at ease."
Wang Youan The corners of his mouth twitched.
Family?
If the prisoners down here knew that you regarded them as family, they would be willing to bite their tongues and commit suicide immediately.
"Which floor should I go to?" Wang Youan asked.
"Bing Shen Nineteen You can't go there, I have to tear down the door." Fang Mo touched his chin, "Uncle Wang, do we Heavenly Prison have a master like that... who can scare people?"
"Scaring people?" Wang Youan was stunned, "You mean the one who looks ugly?"
"It's superficial, isn't it? Ugly appearance is just skin. What I want is not the superficial disgust." Fang Mo waved his hand, stretched out a finger, and gently tapped on the right side of his chest, where his lungs are.
"What I want is the kind of ruthless character who can make people tremble to the core and scare the bile out of people. It is best to be Illusion Technique, an expert in the art of attacking the heart, or Demon, whose killing methods are so sinister that just hearing the name will give people nightmares."
Kidney Water is full, the next one is Lung Metal.
The lungs hide the soul and govern sorrow, Governs Fear, and in Five Elements it belongs to gold.
According to what Nian Nu'er said, if you want to activate Lung Viscera Temple and welcome [Fear Skeleton Dispersing Form God King], you must first let your soul, which is the organ in charge of fear, eat and drink enough.
As for what to eat? Naturally, it is the ultimate fear.
Wang Youan pondered for a moment, then slowly opened his squinted eyes, revealing the dazzling eyes inside.
"Yes."
From the large bunch of keys on his waist, he picked out a rusty iron key that even smelled of blood.
"Room Twenty-Six."
"The person locked up there is a madman. He used to be the musician of the Imperial Palace Imperial Household, but then he went crazy for some reason. He melted a pair of fine Chime Bells and made a suona that is said to be able to play Ghost Gate."
"The day that guy came in, two of the four elite escorts who escorted him went crazy on the spot. The remaining two also fell seriously ill after returning home, and were scared to death not long after."
Wang Youan handed the key to Fang Mo with solemn eyes.
"My dear nephew, that place is very evil. Although the lunatic has lost his cultivation, his mouth is still there. When you go in, don't listen to him playing music."
Fang Mo took the key and felt it was cold and bone-chilling. A faint aura of killing and killing flowed down the fingertips.
"Suona?"
Fang Mo's eyes lit up.
Among all kinds of musical instruments, the suona is the king. It is either ascending to heaven or worshiping in the hall.
This thing is powerful enough.
"Thank you Uncle Wang." Fang Mo threw the key into the air and caught it steadily, "Iron Bull, you guard the door and don't let anyone come in and disturb me from listening to the music."
Iron Bull nodded heavily, crossed his arms and stood at the entrance of the corridor, where he saw a statue of Black Iron Tower.
Fang Mo carried the mourning stick and whistled, and walked into the darkness with great swagger.
The further you go down, the colder the air becomes.
Fang Mo stood at the door of Room Twenty-Six.
This door is different from other cells. The entire door is made of Black Profound Iron. It is tightly fitted and has only a palm-sized food opening.
The door panel is covered with numerous Suppression Runess, but unfortunately many of the Runess have been corroded and obscured by age.
Before opening the door, a very light and thin sound penetrated into Fang Mo's ears.
The sound didn't sound like it was coming from a human being, but rather like the sound of withered grass rubbing against the tombstone when the wind blows over the dilapidated tomb in the middle of the night.
It was sad, sad, and had a chill that penetrated into the bones.
Fang Mo's lungs contracted suddenly the moment the sound sounded.
Immediately afterwards, there was a violent tremor.
That's excitement.
"We've found the right person."
Fang Mo grinned, inserted the key into the keyhole, and twisted it hard.
Click.
A heavy machine sound sounded.
The iron door slowly slid open, revealing the pitch-black Prison Cell inside.