Block C, Room Shen prison's air is as heavy as death.
Ever since Zhao Kuo knelt down and smashed the blue bricks, that dim corridor had become the most sensitive restricted area in the entire Heavenly Prison.
The jailers who usually yelled at each other, but now when they passed the door of Cell Block C, Room 9, they wanted to cut off their breath, for fear of disturbing the evil spirit inside who had just demolished the house.
The news gained wings and spread throughout the dark world of Divine Capital Underground in half an hour.
Block C prison Overseer official residence.
This place doesn't look like a prison cell where Steward lives, but more like the elegant residence of a wealthy businessman Jiangnan.
Calming Incense was burning on the desk of Rosewood, and the smoke curled up, covering up the rotten smell outside that persisted all year round.
Li Yan is sitting on Grand Tutor Chair, holding a Pre-Rain Longjing in his hand. He is about fifty, with a fair complexion and extremely well-maintained. His eyes that are always squinting hide a deep pool that no one can see through.
"Kneel down?" Li Yan blew away the foam, and there was no emotion or anger in his tone.
The confidant jailer who was kneeling below was covered in chaff and his forehead was pressed to the ground. "If I tell you, sir, Zhao Deputy Prison Overseer was forced to his knees by Fang Mo's energy and blood. The young men saw clearly that Fang Mo didn't use the knife or even make a move. He suppressed Lord Zhao with just the shock of his body."
The tea lid hit the rim of the cup and made a crisp sound.
Li Yan said nothing. He was also Meridian Opening Realm, but at this age, his energy and blood had already begun to decline. He could make fellow Martial Artist kneel down without drawing his sword. Even his old friends who had been immersed in the Divine Treasure Realm for many years would not be able to do it so easily.
"It's a tough one." Li Yan took a sip of tea and was about to speak when a handyman stumbled in from outside the door.
"Sir... Sir! Someone has brought something!" The handyman held a square Red-Lacquered Wooden Box in his hand, with a big red word "Happy" on it. It looked festive, but there was something sinister about it.
Li Yan put down the tea cup and looked at the box. "Who sent it?"
"I didn't... didn't leave my name. I just left it at the door of the mansion, saying it was an extra dish for adults."
Li Yan waved his hand. The confidant jailer stepped forward cautiously, pulled out Waist Knife, and opened the lid of the box with the tip of his knife.
A strong bloody smell hit his face, even covering Sandalwood Incense in the room.
There was no food in the box, just a human head.
The head and eyes were wide open, full of the horror and Despair before death. The fractures at the neck were uneven, as if they had been broken by some kind of Blunt Weapon. That was Sun Bue, Li Yan's most powerful spy in each prison, and he was also a good hand who helped him with his dirty work on weekdays.
A rusty iron nail was nailed between Sun Bue's already bruised eyebrows, and a blood-stained Xuan Paper was pressed under the iron nail.
Li Yan stretched out his hand to pull out the iron nail and unfolded the note. There was only one line written on it, the pen was as sharp as a knife, and it showed arrogance:
"The place is too crowded. Please clear the place for you."
There is no signature, but Li Yan knows who it is.
Except for the Fang Mo who poked a hole in Heavenly Prison just after he came back, no one had the courage, and no one had the means. This was a demonstration, and it was the young man who slapped his bloody slap directly on the face of Prison Overseer.
"Okay." Li Yan smiled.
He laughed so much that his shoulders shook, and he laughed so hard that tears almost came out. The atmosphere in the room dropped to freezing point with his laughter, and the handyman delivering the box rolled his eyes in fright and fainted.
"What a good Mad Dog." Li Yan threw the note into the incense burner and watched the flames engulf it. "Fang Dashan How could that dull gourd give birth to such a bastard?"
"Sir, would you like me to mobilize the crossbowmen tonight..." The confidant jailer made a gesture of wiping his neck.
"Idiot." Li Yan put away his smile and returned to his Smiling Tiger appearance, "Kill him now? He has just made a great contribution to Western Desert. Although he was demoted, he is still registered with it. By killing Imperial Official blatantly in Heavenly Prison, do you think my life is too long?"
He stood up, walked to the bookshelf, ran his fingers over the rows of dusty Case File, and finally stopped on a Black Iron Box with three Copper Locks on it.
"Young people are very angry and want to establish authority and take power. Then I will give them power."
Li Yan took off the heavy box and patted the dust on it, a coldness like a poisonous snake flashed in his eyes.
"Here's the order. Block C, Room Shen prison Morning Assembly will be held tomorrow to commend Fang Mo in public. Let's say that his Western Desert trip has brought great prestige to our country and is Heavenly Prison a rare pillar of talent."
The confidant jailer was stunned and confused. "This..."
"Not only should be rewarded, but also reused." Li Yan opened the box, took out several files sealed with fire paint, and threw them on the table. "Give him the Case File of these people. Tell him that those who are capable work hard, and these hardest bones will be under the full jurisdiction of Cell Block C, Room 9 from now on."
The confidant glanced at the name on the top file, and his face instantly turned pale.
[Bloody Hand Butcher·Mo Qianshan].
"Sir, this Mo Qianshan is..."
"It's precisely because he is Mo Qianshan." Li Yan sat back on Grand Tutor Chair, picked up the cup of already cool tea, and poured it gently on the ground, "The knife is too fast and can easily hurt your hands. Then find him a harder Shitou. If his blade is broken by Shitou, it's because his skills are inferior to others. You can't blame others."
Tea spread on the floor tiles, like a pool of blood that has not yet dried.
Cell Block C, Room 9.
Qian Dagui directed a dozen craftsmen, who were in full swing repairing the roof that was collapsed by Fang Mo.
This fat man did have some tricks up his sleeve. He got a few pieces of Golden Silk Nanmu Wood from somewhere to make the beams, and the specifications of the entire Duty Room were suddenly raised by three levels.
Fang Mo is sitting under the temporary arbor, playing with Human Bone Prayer Beads in his hand.
Old Yan squatted aside, looking at the files that had just been delivered, and Pipe Bowl knocked loudly.
"Fang Tou, this is poison." Old Yan said with a grimace, "Mo Qianshan, that madman, came here three years ago. There were three wardens. The first one had his throat bitten off, the second one had his spine crushed with an iron chain, and the third one went crazy with fear. This man is like a powder keg, whoever touches it will explode."
Fang Mo picked up the file and flipped through it.
The crimes recorded in the files were shocking: the massacre of three villages, the killing of officials Rebellion, and the blood of thousands of people on his hands. In the end, he was suppressed by three Divine Treasure Realm masters, and then he was locked up in the Death Prison that had never seen the light of day.
"The gunpowder keg is good." Fang Mo closed Case File with a hint of amusement at the corner of his mouth, "It's so loud that it's so lively."
He stood up and patted his dust-free green shirt.
"Go, lead the way. Go meet this man Tu."