Li Yan's body rested on the cold Bluestone Slab, his eyes were wide open, and the fear remained in his pupils. The face that was usually well maintained and always had a hypocritical smile was now turned into dust. This Block C, Room Shen prison Overseer could not understand until his death why his carefully laid out sure-kill situation was broken in front of that young man just like Xuan Paper.
Fang Mo looked indifferent and didn't even take a second look at the corpse on the ground. His five fingers formed into claws and clasped Li Yan's Tianling Cap. A dim light flickered in the palm of his hand. <Record of Punishing Crimes> was running on its own inside the body. The sound of the pages turning was particularly harsh in the silent cell.
Search for souls.
The broken memory fragments were no longer gentle, they turned into sharp images and forcibly pierced into Fang Mo's sea of consciousness. The images were fragmented but extremely clear: the flickering candlelight in the secret room late at night, a secret letter sealed with a bright red lacquer seal was thrown into the brazier; boxes of weapons engraved with strange shadow patterns were quietly transported into the underground west floor of the Tianlao, which had never been open to the public, under the cover of night, avoiding the sight of patrols.
There was another scene that made Fang Mo's eyes narrow.
It was a huge underground cavity filled with dark red Blood Light.
The legendary Chief Prison Warden Helian Cheng, who has been missing for a long time, is wearing Black Robe, kneeling beside a Blood Pool rolling with thick slurry.
Helian Cheng was chanting obscure and difficult to pronounce ancient mantras, with a fanatical and pious expression, and personally pushed the prisoners who had been stripped of their clothes and covered with talismans into the pool one by one.
Those living people were swallowed up by blood and water in an instant, and they didn't even have time to scream. They only raised a few turbid bubbles and disappeared.
Deep in the bottom of the pool, there seems to be some kind of giant creature dormant, greedily devouring the endless Blood Food and resentment.
Fang Mo took back his palm, and the slight gray air stained on his palm dissipated instantly.
"The so-called disappearance is just Golden Cicada Sheds Its Shell." Fang Mo stood in the shadows, with no emotion or anger in his voice, "This Heavenly Prison is rotten from the root. Marquis Yongding, Minister of War, these Imperial Court officials put their hands into Heavenly Prison, and they are not just trying to eliminate dissidents. This is Divine Capital The most important place for Yin Energy is also an excellent Corpse Raising Ground. They are using the lives of prisoners to support a God Scourge."
No wonder Marquis Yongding and Minister of War want to put their hands into Heavenly Prison. This is not only Prison, but also a natural corpse raising ground, a Weapon Factory who can conceal the truth and create super weapons.
Sacrificing human beings and nourishing them with Grievance Qi. If this kind of writing were spread, it would be enough to shake the entire Great Gan Dynasty hall.
There was a noise from the corner.
Old Yan stood up unsteadily while holding on to the edge of the table. When he saw clearly the corpse with a twisted neck on the ground, his face suddenly turned pale, his legs gave out, and he fell to the ground.
"The boss?"
Old Yan woke up at some point and was retching while holding on to the table.
He looked at Li Yan's body on the ground, and his eyes almost popped out of his head.
"You're done!" Old Yan sat down on the ground, his face pale, "Killing Prison Overseer is a serious crime of treason! Even if we have Ledger in our hands, we can't hold it back now. Fang Tou, let's run away before dawn!"
"Run?" Fang Mo stepped over Li Yan's body, walked to the door, and looked at the dark night sky outside.
"Why did you run? Warden Li was killed by the jailbroken Demon." Fang Mo turned his head, with a meaningful smile on his face, " And I, Fang Mo, as Block C, Room Shen Prison Warden, was ordered to turn the tide and suppress the twelve ferocious Corpse Puppet. This is a great achievement."
Old Yan was stunned, and then looked at the twelve Corpse Puppet kneeling on the ground, and suddenly understood something. He slapped his thigh suddenly and gave a thumbs up. "High! It's really high! Dead people can't talk. We can splash this basin of dirty water as much as we want!"
"Not only that." Fang Mo kicked the corpse on the ground, "Iron Bull, cut off this old guy's head and hang it on Training Ground's flagpole. Mo Qianshan, go and put these twelve 'witnesses' in jail. If anyone asks, ask them to 'confess' and say it was someone from General Prison who instigated it."
"Yes!"
After handling the scene, Fang Mo did not rest.
He must go to the "Zone A, Area One" before dawn. The Blood Pool in Li Yan's memory made Prison Suppressor in his body produce an extremely strong desire. It was a desire for the same kind... or, in other words, for food.
The so-called "God Scourge" is definitely some kind of extremely rare Ancient Variant, and may even be related to a certain God King.
Fang Mo put on black clothes, avoided the patrolling guards, and quietly sneaked into the lower level of Heavenly Prison by relying on the route Li Yan remembered.
The further you go down, the colder the air becomes, and the water droplets on the walls have turned into ice. When you reach West Underground Level, there are no ordinary prisoners here anymore, only a deathly silence and the overwhelming smell of blood.
A door engraved with Runes and Bronze Giant Door blocked the way.
There was no keyhole on the door, only a groove. Fang Mo took out the strange-shaped Token that was found from Li Yan's body and pressed it in.