When we left Eastern Palace, the sky became darker and darker, as if a layer of dark clouds were pressing directly on the ridged beasts of the palace wall.
Fang Mo was sitting in the carriage, stroking the still-warm gold Token in his hand. The dragon pattern on the surface of the golden ring touched the palm of his hand, and the cold touch penetrated into the flesh along the skin texture, like the test of some kind of living creature.
"Mirror Pupil Lost Reflection, Bone Listening Sound Swallowing..." Fang Mo muttered these two names in a low voice.
The emperor of Divine Capital, Overlord of Great Qian, turned out to be a pieced together Monster. The ears listen to all directions, and the eyes see Nine Netherworlds. No wonder this old guy has been able to rely on Dragon Throne for one hundred and seventy years. With such a plug-in blessing, whoever wants to rebel may just have the idea, and the nine tribes will have to reunite at Caishikou the next day.
"It seems that my status of Hell Warden is probably a rather special 'ingredient' in the eyes of others."
Fang Mo smiled to himself, but there was no fear in his eyes. Instead, two dark fires ignited. That was the hunter's instinct after being provoked by his prey.
As long as they are alive, they can be killed. As long as they are guilty, they can be imprisoned.
So what about the emperor? As long as you enter Prison Suppressor, you can be a dragon or a tiger.
The carriage stopped at the door of Heavenly Prison.
Old Yan was squatting under the stone lion and smoking. When he saw Fang Mo coming down, he hurriedly greeted him and glanced towards the deep palace gate.
"The head of the family is back in full force?"
"That's natural." Fang Mo casually threw the golden order to Old Yan, "Hang this thing in the most conspicuous place Training Ground. Tell warden in other rooms to come to Block C, Room Shen prison for discussion in an hour."
Old Yan caught Token and only glanced at it. His hands trembled and he almost burned the Pipe Bowl on his face.
"General Dispatch Golden Token?!" Old Yan's voice changed its tone, "My dear, Crown Prince has sent you all of Heavenly Prison's underwear! I haven't seen this thing in thirty years. In order to beg for it, Helian Cheng knelt at the door of the Eastern Palace for three days and three nights without asking for it."
"That's because his kneeling posture is wrong." Fang Mo walked in and unbuttoned the collar, "I didn't kneel, I took it while standing."
The atmosphere inside Block C, Room Shen prison is chilly.
Iron Bull was sharpening a knife with his upper body bare, and the giant hammer had been polished by him, with a few new dark red blood grooves added to it. Mo Qianshan was standing in the shadows like a ghost, with Ghost Head Saber exuding an ominous cold air in his hand.
When Qian Dagui saw Fang Mo coming back, he immediately raised his head from the pile of account books, his green bean eyes shining brightly.
"Boss, is it done?"
"It's done." Fang Mo sat back on the Grand Tutor Chair covered with tiger skin, picked up the already cold tea and took a sip, "Crown Prince gave the power, but didn't give it to anyone. We have to fight for these Ten Halls Yama seats one by one."
"Hey, I know it's not that cheap." Qian Dagui rubbed his hands, "Well, I've checked out the situation in Heavenly Prison's other houses. The 'Ghost Hand' Zhang from Block B is an old catcher who retired from Six Doors. He's very shady, but he's good at gambling. As long as you give him enough money, he can negotiate."
"Block D was punished by you, and now he behaves like a grandson. The three brothers Wu, Ji, and Geng, warden, are all just dawdling around. They will fall wherever the wind blows. As long as you show the golden order, boss, they will definitely accept their orders and worship."
Qian Dagui has many treasures, obviously this fat man is not as stupid as he seems on the surface, he has done enough homework secretly.
"What about the rest?" Fang Mo asked.
"Block Xin and Block Ren are all about exiled civil servants and erring clan members, with little oil and water. Warden is also the kind of sour scholar who is stupid at reading, so there is nothing to fear. Only this Block Gui..." Qian Dagui paused, "That's Women's Prison, warden is Old Nun, I heard that he has some unclear relationship with Western Desert, he's very evil."
Fang Mo nodded and tapped the armrest with his fingers.
"There's still one room I haven't mentioned yet."
The fat on Qian Dagui's face trembled, and his voice lowered a bit. "Block A."
"Block A..." Old Yan took over the conversation from the side, with a solemn expression, "That is Imperial Clan Court's private land. All the people in it are the royal family. The relatives of the country, the prince and the princess who committed the crime are all there. Warden is called Zhao Huang. In terms of seniority, the current emperor has to call him Imperial Uncle."
"Imperial Uncle?" Fang Mo smiled, "This generation is old enough."
"This Zhao Huang is not easy to mess with." Old Yan puffed on his pipe, "He himself is a master in the middle stage of the Divine Treasure Realm, and he practices the royal secret "Nine Dragon Hegemony Body Art". And Block A There are many Formations in, and the level of luxury is comparable to that of the Imperial Palace. He was the emperor there, and even when Helian Cheng was alive, he did not dare to interfere with Block A's affairs."
"Tu Emperor?" Fang Mo stood up, his bones making a crackling sound like exploding beans, "There can only be one Warden in Heavenly Prison. What Imperial Uncle, what kind of Tu Emperor, that was before."
He glanced at everyone.
"Send signal. Tap."
Half an hour later.
Heavenly Prison Training Ground.
Nine Great Banners buzzed in the night wind, and a group of people stood under each flag.
Block B's "Ghost Hand" Zhang is a skinny old man, spinning two iron galls in his hand, looking at the golden order on the high platform, his eyes full of greed; Block D's new warden was trembling, huddled in the corner and didn't dare to raise his head; the legendary Old Nun also came, wearing a gray monk's robe, twisting Prayer Beads in his hand, closing his eyes and concentrating, as if everything around him had nothing to do with her.
Everything that should come has come.
Except for the position in the center that symbolizes Block A, it is empty.
Fang Mo stood on the high platform, Iron Bull behind him was carrying a giant hammer, and Mo Qianshan was carrying Ghost Head Saber. Beside Fang Mo, the golden order given by Crown Prince hung on the top of the flagpole, reflecting the cold golden light under the firelight.
"Zhao Huang didn't come?" Fang Mo asked knowingly.
There was dead silence in the audience. No one dared to answer this question. Who didn't know that Zhao Huang was a member of the royal family. It was normal not to come, but there was something wrong if he came.
"Ghost Hand" Zhang Qian laughed, cupped his hands and said, "Director Fang... Oh no, Fang General Commissioner. After all, this Uncle Zhao is old and has inconvenient legs and feet, plus that Block A is busy with work..."
"You have inconvenience in your legs and feet?" Fang Mo interrupted him, his eyes like daggers, "If you have inconvenience in your legs and feet, you should go home and take care of yourself. You should stay in the latrine and don't poop. Is this Block A's rule?"
Ghost Hand Zhang was choked, and the speed of the iron tube in his hand slowed down a bit. This new official has three fires after taking office, and the first one is to burn Imperial Uncle? Is this young man crazy?
"Old Yan." Fang Mo said.
"Here."
"According to the Great Qian regulations, what is the crime for absenteeism without excuse?"
"It can range from a punishment of eighty with a rod to a severe punishment of dismissal and investigation." Old Yan's voice carried far in the night wind.
"Okay." Fang Mo nodded, "Since he won't come, then I'll go and invite him. There's no need to dismiss him. I think his old bones won't be able to bear the eighty-year army stick."
He jumped down from the high platform and landed silently.
"Let's go to Block A. I want to see how inconvenient this Imperial Uncle's legs are."