Heavenly Prison Main Gate.
Two huge Bi'an stone beasts are lined up on the left and right. After a hundred years of wind and rain Eroding, the faces of the stone beasts have long been blurred. Only the Ominous Aura that suppresses everything still makes passers-by dare not look sideways.
There is no sunshine here.
The towering wall blocks most of the skylight, and the moss at the base of the wall shows a strange dark red color, which is the color after being soaked in the blood of the corpses of executed prisoners transported out of it for countless years. The air is filled with a smell of mold and rust that will never go away, which is the unique smell of Heavenly Prison.
"Who is it! Heavenly Prison is an important place, and those who trespass will die!"
The jailer guarding the gate is not a familiar face to Fang Mo.
It was a young newcomer, holding a Execution Rod in his hand, pointing at the Bone Monster parked at the door with a stern expression. His legs were shaking, but this did not prevent him from trying to maintain the precarious dignity of the Heavenly Prison.
"This is where we will work from now on?" Qian Dagui stuck his head out and covered his nose in disgust, "This smell... is stronger than my Gongtong."
Fang Mo ignored the little jailer.
He jumped off the War Chariot and stepped on the slippery Bluestone Slab with the soles of his boots.
He looked up at the mottled vermilion door. The patina on the doornails looked like death spots.
One month ago, his father Fang Dashan was carried out of this door. Half a month ago, he also walked out of this door.
Now, he is back again.
"What? You don't recognize this brand?"
Fang Mo casually threw the waistband symbolizing Block C, Room Shen Prison Warden over.
Black Iron Token zi drew an arc in the air and hit the little jailer's breastplate accurately, making a muffled sound.
The little jailer hurriedly caught it, and after taking a closer look, his face suddenly became strange.
"C Block C, Room Shen prison?" He raised his head, his eyes wandering between Fang Mo's overly young face and the terrifying War Chariot behind him, "Are you that Fang Mo?"
A person's name, a tree's shadow.
Heavenly Prison is the most poorly informed and well-informed place. The things Fang Mo did in Western Desert, even if they have been exaggerated and distorted at all levels, the core fact cannot be concealed - this madman kills without blinking an eye, and even the adults of Demon Suppression Division dare to kill him.
"Open the door."
Fang Mo's voice was very soft, but there was no room for discussion. He stood quietly like that, and his not tall body actually gave the jailer a heavier sense of oppression than the stone statue of Bi'an behind him at this moment.
The jailer swallowed his saliva and felt that his throat was dry. He did not dare to stop him anymore, and he almost lost his grip on the Water-Fire Cudgel that symbolized authority. He turned around and made a gesture to open the door to his companions behind the door. His movements were as panicked as if he had met the Impermanence who was seeking his life.
With a heartbreaking sound of metal friction, the heavy Iron Birch Wood door slowly slid open to both sides.
The door shaft rotated, letting out a low groan like an old beast dying. It was the giant beast that had swallowed countless creatures that opened its mouth.
Rumble--
White Bone War Chariot ran over the threshold, plowing two pale deep marks on the Bluestone ground, and drove into the urn of Heavenly Prison with a wild and fishy wind from Western Desert Gobi.
The interior of Wengcheng is empty and lonely. The tall walls around it are covered with shooting holes, and countless pairs of invisible eyes may be peeking out from the darkness.
Prison Overseer Li Yan was not seen. Obviously, the above-mentioned attitude towards Fang Mo, the "relegated" thorn in the side, was to deal with it coldly, and even deliberately gave him a blow.
In the corner of Drill Ground, several old jailers wearing old uniforms were gathering around the fire to warm themselves. When they heard the noise, they raised their heads one after another. The old faces, which had been worn by time and Yin Energy Eroding like bark, had different expressions. Some were surprised, some were afraid, but most of them were a kind of teasing to watch a good show.
"Hey, isn't this the kid from the Fang Family?" A sinister voice came from the corner, "I heard that you were so prosperous outside that you even dared to kill the adults from Demon Suppression Division. Why, did you get into trouble outside, and you knew that your home was safe, so you escaped back with your tail between your legs?"
The speaker is an old soldier of One-Eyed, named Blind Zhao. He doesn't deal with Wang Youan on weekdays, but relying on his seniority, in Heavenly Prison is also a thorn. At this time, he is leaning on the Torture Instrument stand and playing with a Boning Knife in his hand. The One-Eyed is full of schadenfreude.
Fang Mo stopped.
He turned around and looked at Blind Zhao. His eyes were so calm that it made people nervous, as if he were looking at a stray dog that was barking at him.
"Blind Zhao." Fang Mo's voice was not loud, but it could be heard clearly in the empty Wengcheng, "You don't want your hand anymore?"
Blind Zhao's face changed, and the knife in his hand paused.
"Who are you scaring? Now you are warden from Block C, Room Shen prison, and I am Steward from Block D prison. We are on the same level! Don't think that because your father is Fang Dashan, I am afraid of you. The rules in Heavenly Prison..."
The words are not finished yet.
A Black Shadow flashed across a distance of more than ten feet like lightning.
No one could see clearly how Fang Mo moved.
When everyone's attention focused again, Fang Mo was already standing in front of Blind Zhao. The slender white hand was currently grabbing Blind Zhao's throat and lifting him off the ground.
"Rules?" Fang Mo tilted his head slightly, with a cruel smile on his lips, "Didn't Fatty Wang teach you? In Heavenly Prison, big fists are the rules."
Click.
There was a crisp sound. The Boning Knife in Blind Zhao's hand fell to the ground. Fang Mo's fingers tightened slightly, and Blind Zhao's old face instantly turned the color of pig liver. His feet kicked wildly in the air, and fear finally appeared in that One-Eyed.
"Block C, Room Shen prison is my territory." Fang Mo leaned close to Blind Zhao's ear and whispered, "From now on, even if a dog passes by my door, it will have to tuck its tail tightly. Do you understand?"
His hand relaxed.
Blind Zhao collapsed on the ground like a puddle of mud, covering his neck and coughing violently, crawling on the ground and shrinking back, never daring to look at Fang Mo again.
The surrounding jailers who originally wanted to see the joke fell silent for a moment.
They finally realized that the young man in front of them was no longer the gangster who followed Fang Dashan back then, but a ferocious beast that had truly eaten people and seen blood.
"Let's go." Fang Mo clapped his hands as if slapping away something dirty, "Let's go and see our new home."