After walking out of the silent Death Prison room that could drive any living person crazy, the crackling of the torches in the corridor seemed particularly cordial to my ears.
Fang Mo was holding the Blood Soul that had not yet been sheathed, and the jailor's black clothes were being filled with Geng Gold Qi, making a loud sound.
Every time he takes a step, the hard Bluestone Slab on the soles of his feet will silently develop a few small cracks. This is a sign that the new Lung Metal Divine Power in the body has not yet been completely tamed and is overflowing with edge.
The key that came out of Room Twenty-Six was flying at the fingertips.
"Huh..."
A mouthful of Turbid Qi was spit out, and it turned into white powder and hit the wall, making a crisp sound like gold and stone.
When we walked to the rest room at the end of the corridor, the nostalgic smell of Braised Pork mixed with the fumes of inferior tobacco hit our faces.
"Where to wipe it? Over there! The corner! Are you blind, a big black guy? The spider web is almost forming Spider Silk Cave and you can't see it?"
Wang Youan is sitting on the Grand Tutor Chair with his legs crossed, holding the Zisha Pot in his hand, and holding a feather duster in the other hand, commanding Iron Bull to work.
Iron Bull was shirtless, holding a dirty rag in his hand, rubbing it in the corner with an aggrieved look on his face.
The tendons that could withstand a full blow from the Bone Forging Realm's peak Martial Artist were now stretched tight because they did not dare to disobey the fat warden's order.
Seeing Fang Mo come out with all its tail, Wang Youan's hand holding Zisha Pot paused half an inch imperceptibly.
His small eyes, which were always narrowed to a slit, quickly scanned Fang Mo's body, especially staying for a moment on Fang Mo's pupils with a faint platinum luster.
"Hey, are you out?"
Wang Youan put down the teapot and instantly had that greasy smile on his face.
He jumped up from Grand Tutor Chair, his movements were so nimble that he was not like a fat man of 200 pounds, and he put his arms around Fang Mo's shoulders, as if he was a father and son who had been separated for many years.
"I'm just saying that a good nephew has his own destiny. That kind of Old Madman who only knows how to play and play can't hurt you at all."
Fang Mo didn't hide, and let him hug her. He took out a pack of still warm soybean from Wang Youan's arms, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it hard.
"Uncle Wang. That's easy to say. That old guy was boasting about Soul-Shattering Melody. My nephew almost confessed to it, and I had to save you money for a coffin."
"Bah, bah, bah, childish words are unbridled." Wang Youan laughed and scolded, taking Fang Mo to the corner, avoiding Iron Bull who was still scratching the wall.
The surrounding light dimmed.
The smile on Wang Youan's face faded a bit, and his voice was so low that only two people could hear it.
"Then Old Madman is solved?"
Fang Mo swallowed the last bite of beef, burped, pointed at his chest, and then at the top of his head.
"Not even the bones or scraps are left."
Wang Youan took a deep breath, and the fat on his face trembled.
He took a deep look at Fang Mo and then gave a thumbs up.
"Young people are formidable. In that case, do you plan to go back to the Punishment Department to settle the score with that person surnamed Lei?"
Fang Mo raised his eyebrows and squinted at this old fox who usually pretended to be crazy.
"Uncle Wang, any advice?"
"Advice is out of the question." Wang Youan chuckled, with a sinister look in his smile, "I just want to ask, what is my nephew planning to do with that Commander Lei?"
Fang Mo reached into his arms, took out a copy of Ledger that he had already prepared, and patted it in his hand.
"In this world, it's important to be honest and honest."
"Go in with full hands, go out with empty hands." Fang Mo said with a sneer at the corner of his mouth, "The people above will naturally feel that I can't withstand the pressure, so in order to save their lives, they handed over the account books to Lei Heng. Once Lei Heng gets this hot potato, there will be no need for me to do anything. Those big shots who are afraid of being implicated will naturally have someone to take care of him for me. Kill with a borrowed knife, and kill without bloodshed."
This is the strategy Fang Mo had thought of before entering Death Prison.
Although his current strength has skyrocketed, he still seems weak in front of this huge state machine. Instead of confronting others head-on, it is better to use Law to kill people.
Wang Youan After listening, he didn't speak immediately.
He squinted his eyes and tapped his fingers lightly on the greasy tabletop. The dull thumping sound was particularly clear in the quiet rest room.
Half a moment.
"Not good."
Wang Youan shook his head, with a rare hint of sternness on his fat face.
He raised his hand and made a simple and direct gesture on his neck.
"Kill."
Fang Mo was stunned and almost lost his grip on Ledger.
"Uncle Wang, are you looking for fun with your nephew? That is Hundred Households, Hundred Households of the Punishment Department, Subordinate Sixth Rank's real military attaché. Killing officials in the street, that is Rebellion."
"Rebellion?"
Wang Youan sneered, and those eyes that were always cloudy were now frighteningly bright, like two sharp knives that had just been unsheathed.
"My dear nephew, you are so smart all your life, why are you so confused at this moment?"
He leaned closer to Fang Mo, his voice was as cold as if it had been fished out of an ice cellar.
"Heavenly Prison Things are going to change these days."
"The big shots above are all looking elsewhere. Who has the time to care about Ledger? If you hand Ledger over, the best result will be nothing. The worst result is that if you hand it over, someone will bury you and Lei Heng together in order to silence them."
Wang Youan reached out and pressed Fang Mo's shoulder with such force that Fang Mo, who owned Golden Bones, felt a little heavy.
"The current situation is very chaotic. Chaotic World uses heavy weapons and sharp knives."
"There is no need for evidence or process. As long as you are stronger than him and more ruthless than him, you can just twist off his head and hang it on the beam of the White Tiger Hall."
"As long as you kill quickly enough, neatly enough, and show enough value, those who originally wanted to protect him will immediately turn around and protect you. Because the dead are worthless, and you are a sharper knife."
Fang Mo looked at the completely unfamiliar Wang Youan in front of him, and the shock in his heart could not be greater.
Is this still the fat warden who can bargain with prisoners for a long time for a few taels of silver?
"Leave the rest to me." Wang Youan patted his chest, "Just kill him and I'll wipe your butt."
Fang Mo opened his mouth, wanting to ask more details about the change in the sky.
Wang Youan had already regained his impatient look, waving his hands to shoo away people like flies.
"Okay, okay, go ahead and do what you have to do. Don't eat and drink around here, I still have to do the accounting."
Iron Bull next to him saw that the two of them had finished chatting. He straightened up and looked at Wang Youan with a naive smile, as if he wanted to express that he had wiped the corner clean and could he take a break.
That look hasn't been passed on yet.
"What are you looking at!?"
Wang Youan turned his head suddenly, raised his leg and kicked Iron Bull hard on the butt.
"Bang!"
Iron Bull's muscular body, which weighed several hundred kilograms, was kicked away directly by this kick and hit the wall heavily, causing the dust on the roof of the rest room to fall.
"You're so damn tight-lipped, aren't you? You dare to glare at me? Didn't you see that you didn't mop it up? Get out of here!"
Iron Bull slid down the wall without getting angry. He patted the footprints on his butt, grabbed the mop and ran out with an honest look. When he passed by Fang Mo, he grinned in a silly way.
Fang Mo looked at this scene and couldn't laugh or cry at the same time, but his heart was filled with turmoil.
That kick.
It seems casual, but it is easy to do.
What kind of physique is Iron Bull? He is the master who can knead Xuan Iron like dough in Blacksmith Room. He can kick him away without hurting his muscles and bones. This control of strength is probably at its peak.
"This old fat man is hiding deeper than the trench."
Fang Mo put away Ledger, took a deep breath, turned around and strode out of the rest room.
Wang Youan's words overturned his plan.
But it also ignited the suppressed ferocity in his bones.
Kill?
Just what I wanted.