The deepest part of Block C, Room Shen prison is a Death Domain that has been forgotten by light.
When the corridor reaches this point, there are no bricks anymore. The feet are hard and slippery black rocks. Dark red liquid seeps out from the cracks in the rocks, forming puddles that exude the sweet smell of rust.
The ever-burning lamp has long since disappeared, and the air is filled with a solidified malice, so thick that it can hinder people's breathing. If an ordinary Bone Forging Realm Martial Artist stays here for an hour, he will be reduced to a madman who only knows killing by this Grievance Fiend Qi Eroding mind.
Old Yan was carrying the specially made Dead Air Lantern, and his rickety figure followed Fang Mo step by step.
What's beating in the lantern is not Mortal Fire, but a handful of "Soul Calming Flame" refined from demonic beast grease, which can barely break through the pervasive coldness within three feet.
But even so, his weather-beaten old face was tense and he took every step carefully for fear of waking up this sleeping Asura Field.
Fang Mo, however, walked calmly. His Moon White Green Shirt actually emitted a faint layer of light in this extreme darkness, repelling all Grievance Fiend Qi that tried to get closer.
His footsteps were not loud, but they carried a strange rhythm. Every step he took caused the pulsation of this Death Domain to become slightly disordered.
At the end of the corridor, a huge door blocked the way.
The door was entirely made of Black Profound Iron, with no gaps visible. Countless twisted and coiled Runess were engraved on it. Those Runess were not static, but slowly flowing with dark red brilliance. Every time they lit up or disappeared, they were drawn from the void. A burst of Suppressive Power makes the whole gate as heavy as a mountain. This is the Demon Suppressing Formation at the core of Heavenly Prison, which is enough to wipe out all the powerful Divine Treasure Realm Magic Power.
"Open the door." Fang Mo ordered.
The two guards in charge of guarding looked at each other, their eyes full of horror, but looking at Fang Mo's calm face, they did not dare to disobey and turned the winch tremblingly.
Boom--!
Profound Iron Gate, which weighs a thousand kilograms, rises slowly.
An extremely violent Sha Qi spurted out from behind the door, like a real storm, causing the lantern in Old Yan's hand to shake wildly, and the flames were extinguished instantly.
In the darkness, two scarlet lights lit up.
It was a burly man with chains as thick as nine arms pierced through Pipa Bones, limbs and spine. He was kneeling on the dirty ground, his long hair was as messy as withered grass, and his body was covered with scars as hideous as Centipede. When he heard the movement, he raised his head suddenly and let out a low beast-like roar in his throat.
"Is there another person who wants to die?"
Mo Qianshan's voice was like sandpaper rubbing, with a disgusting smell of blood. He stared at Fang Mo, his eyes were not like looking at a person, but like a hungry wolf sizing up a piece of fresh meat.
Fang Mo ignored the Sha Qi. He stopped three steps away from Mo Qianshan. This distance was exactly the limit that the chain could reach.
"I am your new warden, Fang Mo." Fang Mo said calmly.
"Warden?" Mo Qianshan grinned, revealing a mouth of burnt and incomplete teeth, "The last warden who stood here to talk to me had grass on his grave that was three feet high. Boy, have you figured out how to die?"
Wow!
The chain tightened. Mo Qianshan rose up without warning, and the big hand like a cattail fan, with the strong wind that tore the air, grabbed Fang Mo's throat. Although True Qi was locked, the brute force of this body alone was enough to crush iron and stone.
Old Yan exclaimed and wanted to step forward, but it was too late.
Fang Mo is motionless.
The moment before that big hand was about to touch his neck, the pupil of his left eye suddenly turned black.
[Netherworld Ghost Eye], open.
The world instantly lost its color in Fang Mo's eyes and turned into three colors: gray, white and black. And above Mo Qianshan's head, under the Sha Qi that originally shot into the sky like wolf smoke, there was actually a red thread as thin as a gossamer hidden.
One end of the red line was tied to Mo Qianshan's heart, but the other end penetrated the thick wall and extended to a certain glorious mansion in Divine Capital city.
On top of that red line, there is a resentment that is so rich that it turns black. It is a curse on the betrayer, and it is also the only obsession that Mo Qianshan has survived to this day.
"Minister of War, Zhang Tao."
Fang Mo moved his lips slightly and spit out these six words.
These six words did not carry any True Qi, but to Mo Qianshan, they sounded like Nine Heavens thunder, exploding directly in his mind.
The big hand that was about to crush Fang Mo's throat stopped abruptly in mid-air. The fingertips were only a piece of paper away from Fang Mo's skin, and the strong wind blew Fang Mo's temple hair.
Mo Qianshan's ferocious and twisted face froze instantly. In the scarlet eyes, the violence faded away, replaced by an emotion called horror.
"What... what did you say?" Mo Qianshan's voice was trembling.
This is the secret buried deep in his soul. Three years ago, he was Vanguard Camp's bravest Assistant General. He was imprisoned because he took the blame for his boss who was embezzling military pay. The boss promised to take care of his family and find a way to get him out.
But for three years, there was only endless darkness.
"I said, Minister of War Zhang Tao." Fang Mo looked at the big hand hanging in front of him, reached out and gently pushed it aside, like a branch blocking the road, "The person who sold you to this Death Prison has now been promoted and made rich, with a group of wives and concubines. And you, here are eating rotten rice like a dog."
Mo Qianshan's muscles all over his body were twitching and the chains were rattling. He stared at Fang Mo: "How do you know?"
"I am Warden here." Fang Mo pointed to his own eye. The dark left eye was like Abyss, "As long as you are in this prison, I can see clearly even the evil you did in your previous life."
He took a step forward and walked into that absolutely dangerous distance.
"Do you want revenge?" Fang Mo asked.
Mo Qianshan's heavy breathing echoed in the cell. He thought. He thought about it in his dreams. Every night, in his dreams, he tore the treacherous villain into pieces.
"I want... but I can't get out." Mo Qianshan's voice lowered, with endless Despair, "This chain has locked my bones and my life."
"I can get you out."
Fang Mo's words were soft but firm. He took out a key he had snatched from Zhao Kuo from his arms and shook it in his hand.
"But, I also want something."
"What do you want?"
"I don't raise idle people." Fang Mo looked into Mo Qianshan's eyes, "I want your life. From now on, you are my knife. You will kill whoever I want you to kill. You will bite whoever I want you to bite."
Mo Qianshan was silent.
He looked at the man in front of him who was much younger than himself.
He obviously didn't have the majesty of a superior person, but the indifference of treating all living beings as pawns made him feel a kind of trembling from his soul.
After a while.
This Bloody Hand Butcher, who had killed so many people that even Divine Treasure Realm masters didn't look down on him, slowly bent his back like cast iron.
Plop.
Mo Qianshan knelt on one knee, his head hanging deeply.
"As long as you can kill Zhang Tao...Mo Qianshan, this life belongs to you."
Fang Mo smiled. He stretched out his hand and pressed it on Mo Qianshan's dirt-covered head. His body [Record of Punishing Crimes] stirred, and an invisible force poured into Mo Qianshan's body along the palm of his hand, temporarily suppressing the Formation power of Eroding's meridians.
"Get up." Fang Mo turned around and walked out, "Wash yourself clean. Tonight, I will take you to collect debts."