The dome of Divine Capital was pressed extremely low by lead-gray cumulus clouds, dragging the twilight into the long night in advance.
The air is filled with the earthy smell that comes from the soil after the rain, mixed with the sour rot caused by fermentation of rust and old blood, and falls heavily on the tip of the nose.
Punishment Department Seventh Squad The courtyard door was ajar, and the courtyard was so quiet that only the monotonous and permeating sound of friction was left.
Oh--oh--
Oh--oh--
The sound originated from the edge of the well. Old Yan squatted there with a hunched body, holding a handful of Broad-backed Boning Knife in his hand, pushing and pulling against the Bluestone that had been sunken by time on the edge of the well.
The blade scraped out fine stone slurry on Bluestone, and every time it was polished, it was like Dull Saw was cutting someone else's eardrum.
The sound was monotonous and harsh, making people's teeth ache.
Next to his muddy cloth shoes, five heavy waist cards were neatly numbered. On the black iron card surface, dark red blood stains had dried and scabbed, filling the hollow patterns that symbolized identity and power.
Fang Mo pushed open the heavy wooden door, and the soles of his boots stepped on the slippery moss without making any sound.
"It's neat."
"Is it neat?" Old Yan's voice was hoarse, like two pieces of coarse sandpaper rubbing against each other.
Fang Mo walked to Well Platform, and didn't mind that the stone slab was wet, cold and dirty, so he sat down casually.
He reached out and fiddled with the dead man's waist badges, feeling a cold and rough touch on his fingertips.
"Where's the tail?"
"Broken." Old Yan stopped what he was doing, raised his cuff and wiped Iron Filings on the blade. He looked at the dim skylight, and a cold white line was reflected on the blade.
Fang Mo nodded slightly, his eyes lingering on the sharp Boning Knife for a moment.
This old man usually pretends to be handicapped, but he is more experienced than anyone else in handling such dirty work.
"Old Yan, I want to ask you something."
"Say."
"What do you think of Wang Youan?"
Old Yan was about to insert Boning Knife back into his waist when his wrist visibly paused upon hearing this. The sharp tip of the knife struck out a string of dazzling sparks on the edge of the well.
He slowly turned his head, and the expression on his face, which was full of grooves like dry tree bark, became dark and unclear.
"Fatty Wang..." Old Yan took out a Pipe Bowl from his arms, filled it with tobacco slowly, and seemed to be considering the words, "Does the master want to ask about his character, or his methods in Heavenly Prison?"
"Ask all."
The fire folded on and off, and a wisp of bluish-gray smoke rose from Pipe Bowl, covering Old Yan's face somewhat blurry.
"He belongs to Pixiu. He can only get in but not get out. His skin is greedy for money and lustful, and his bones are smooth and worldly."
Old Yan took two puffs of cigarette, and the smoke rings he exhaled lingered in the humid air for a long time.
"But in this Divine Capital quagmire, no one who can survive till now is simple. The fat man laughs at everyone, but in fact he is a master who eats people without spitting out their bones. But he is good at protecting calves. If he knows that you are one of his own, then even if you poke a hole in the sky, he will find a way to block it with his butt."
In the smoke, Old Yan's eyes became a little deep.
"What did he ask you to do?"
"He asked me to kill Lei Heng." Fang Mo didn't hide anything, "Do it directly without going through any procedures."
Old Yan After listening, the hand holding the cigarette rod trembled suddenly, and the cigarette ashes fell to the floor.
"Kill Lei Heng..." Old Yan muttered to himself, and then took a long puff of cigarette, "It seems that something is really going to happen under Heavenly Prison."
"What do you mean?"
"A place like Heavenly Prison pays the most attention to rules. Fatty Wang has been able to sit in that position for so many years because of his stability. Since he asked you to directly flip the table and kill people, it means..."
Old Yan raised his head, with a fierce look in his old eyes.
"It means that the current rules no longer work. In other words, the person who made the rules needs to be changed."
"Since the rules are gone, the so-called evidence, Ledger, has become waste paper. Whoever has the sharpest knife at this time will survive, and even occupy a good position in the new rules."
"Got it."
Fang Mo stood up slowly, and his originally loose sitting posture instantly became as straight as a gun.
He tightened his fingers and grasped the hard piece of Mysterious Iron Waist Token in his palm.
Inside the body, the newly recast Lung Gold Divine Treasury hummed slightly.
An extremely fierce Geng Gold Qi poured into the palm along the meridians, and met with the Nine Nether Black Water rushing out of the Kidney Palace.
Gold Gives Birth to Water, Hydrating gold.
The two forces formed a miniature strangulation field in the palm of Fang Mo.
Click--!
The piece of Mysterious Iron Waist Token, which could resist being slashed by ordinary swords, let out a heart-wrenching cry in the hands of Fang Mo.
The hard metal structure was instantly cut off by Geng Gold Qi, and was corroded and softened by Black Water evil spirits. In the blink of an eye, it was crushed into a ball of scrap iron without any Law.
He always regarded Heavenly Prison and Punishment Department as officialdom, thinking about intrigues and fighting Borrowing Strength.
But old people like Wang Youan and Old Yan see it clearly.
Where is the officialdom here?
This is the Colosseum.
When the door of the cage is about to open and the beast comes out of the cage, who will be able to reason with you?
"Since they don't want to follow the rules, I'm here to teach them what my rules are."
Fang Mo glanced at that room Blacksmith Room.
"Iron Bull!"
"Dang--"
Iron Bull walked out carrying the Cast Iron Great Hammer that was half a person's height, still carrying a wave of heat. He didn't say anything, just looked at Fang Mo, his eyes full of eager Fighting Spirit.
"Clean up." Fang Mo patted the dust on his body, which was Yin Sha Qi that was contaminated in Death Prison just now.
"We're not going to make any iron today."
Fang Mo turned around and looked beyond the low courtyard wall to the brightly lit and majestic building in the distance in the night - White Tiger Hall.
That is Lei Heng's territory, the center of the entire Punishment Department's power, and also the den of the dragon's pond and the tiger's den.
"Let's go give gifts."
Fang Mo raised his boots and kicked the pile of bloody waistbands beside his feet, scattering them like broken skulls.
"If such an expensive gift cannot be delivered to Commander Lei's desk by hand, wouldn't it mean that I don't know etiquette?"
Among Soul Depth, Kidney Palace.
The door of the Pink Gold grand palace was slightly open.
In the midst of the pink mist, Nian Nu'er's lazy and magnetic voice, with a bit of gloating about watching the excitement and not taking it too seriously, sounded directly in Fang Mo's mind.
"The official is so big Sha Qi."
"If this gets into the White Tiger Hall, I'm afraid even the house-killing beast buried underground will be frightened awake by your Lung Metal murderous aura."
Fang Mo stepped out, followed by Iron Bull holding a giant hammer and Old Yan holding Boning Knife. A group of three people, such as Dark Night Asura, passed by.
"It's just a good time to wake up."
Fang Mo grinned, showing a pair of white teeth.
"I caught him just in time to be your companion."