Night Rain washed Divine Capital's spine, and the Bluestone Slab road groaned under the grinding wheels. There were no lights in the carriage, and in the darkness only the outline of Fang Mo's left ear trembled slightly, and the fine fuzz on the auricle captured every stray sound wave in the void.
This left ear originating from Bone Devouring Sound God King is stripping away the hustle and bustle of this city. The crisp sound of raindrops hitting the tiles, the yawn of the watchman in the deep alley, the whispers in the Secret Chamber mansion of the powerful, and even the water washing over the rocks in the underground river The echoes from the wall turned into a substantial torrent of information and poured into the eardrum. Prison Suppressor's Law built a dam in Sea of Consciousness, filtering out the useless noise, leaving only the audio contaminated with Sins and conspiracy.
Dongcheng Willow Leaf Alley, the three breathing sounds were very low, and the steps were light and counterintuitive. They were the unique gait of the "eagle dog" that Six Doors specializes in tracking; amidst the noise of the underground gambling house in the West City, there were several desperadoes talking about "Block C, Room Shen prison" and "Life Money" grinned ferociously; and Imperial Clan Court under the root of Imperial City was in chaos at the moment, with the sound of breaking porcelain intertwined with angry roars, Zhao Huang The news about Soul Tablet Shattered has obviously exploded.
Fang Mo slowly opened his eyes, black and white alternately flowing in the depths of his pupils.
This Divine Capital has no walls for him.
The carriage stopped in front of the gate of Heavenly Prison, and the clatter of clappers sounded just in time.
The interior of Block C, Room Shen prison did not appear at all bleak due to the wind and rain outside. Instead, the lights were brightly lit and the heat wave was overwhelming. The air was filled with a strange smell of quicklime, old blood and barbecue. The "rats" that tried to get in under the cover of night and heavy rain have now become fresh specimens hanging on the wall of Interrogation Room.
In the middle of Training Ground, on the Grand Tutor Chair covered with tiger skin, sat a fat man with a big belly. He was holding Zhao Huang's greasy face, but he was playing with a delicate Boning Knife in his hand. The blade flew between his fingers, and every inch of the blade cut close to the skin without causing any damage.
At Mo Qianshan's feet, kneeling were five or six men wearing night clothes. The tendons of their hands and feet had been cut accurately, and there was no bleeding from the wounds. It was a method of instantaneous scorching with a high-temperature iron to stop bleeding. Each person's mouth was stuffed with sesame walnuts soaked in Fecal Water, their eyes bulged, and inarticulate whines came from deep in their throats.
Old Yan walked out of the shadows, with a few drops of dark red ink stains on the yellowed Ledger in his hand.
"Master." Old Yan pinned Pipe Bowl to his waist and opened Ledger, "It's a busy night. Imperial Clan Court's spies want to check Zhao Huang The whereabouts of came in two groups, and they were all hung on the wall; Six Doors's eagle dog said it was here to capture fugitives, and we also invited Oil Pot. As for this group..."
Old Yan kicked the leading man in black on the ground. "This guy is tough-talking and has no marks on his body. However, Old Qian found a piece of Bone Card with the word 'B' engraved on him."
"Block B?" Fang Mo walked over and picked up the piece of Bone Card.
Bone Card is made entirely of polished human skulls, with warm tentacles. A ferocious character "B" is engraved on the front, and the back is a pattern of a severed palm.
"Ghost Hand Zhang." Fang Mo sneered, "It seems that this old man can't sit still anymore and wants to come to my place to find out."
"Boss, that Block B is no better than Block A." Qian Dagui came up with a look of pain on his face, "Mo Qianshan just reviewed it, these people said, Block B is here today Big Betting House was opened late. The bet was whether our Block C, Room Shen prison could survive tonight. Then Ghost Hand Zhang let it slip, saying that we moved Zhao Huang and broke the rules, so we should work with other rooms to set rules for us."
"Set the rules?" Fang Mo played with the piece of Bone Card, using his fingers slightly.
Click.
The hard Bone Card turned into powder between his fingers.
"That's right, I also want to go see Block B." Fang Mo looked at Mo Qianshan, "There's no need to pretend to be Zhao Huang. Since people are coming to the door, tell them clearly that Zhao Huang was killed by me. In this Heavenly Prison, whoever has the biggest fist is the rule."
Mo Qianshan nodded, stretched out his hand and wiped it on his face. The disguise belonging to Zhao Huang peeled off instantly, revealing the original cold mask.
"That thing underground..." Old Yan pointed behind him.
"Have the materials sent by the Dao Sect arrived?" Fang Mo asked.
"When we arrived, there were ten cars, all of them excellent Formation Foundation Stone and Talisman Water."
"Very good." Fang Mo's eyes flashed, "Mobilize all the prisoners. Don't worry about Blocks A, B, C, and D, as long as they can still breathe, rush them to dig underground for me. I want to build a 'Prison Suppression Division' that truly belongs to me under this Heavenly Prison."
This is a big gamble. Fang Mo wants to transform the entire Heavenly Prison into his private domain, and completely solidify the power stolen from God King on this land.
"Iron Bull, follow me."
Fang Mo turned around and walked towards the corridor leading to Block B.
"Where to go?" Qian Dagui asked.
"Go and gamble." Fang Mo didn't look back, "Since Ghost Hand Zhang opened Betting House, wouldn't it make me look rude if I didn't go and cheer for him?"
Block B and Block C, Room Shen prison have completely different styles.
As soon as I stepped into the territory of Block B, a strong smell of tobacco and sweat hit my face. There were no prison bars here, but it was more like a huge underground casino.
Countless prisoners in prison uniforms were gathered around gambling tables, shouting and placing bets with red eyes. What they were betting on was not money, but their lives.
Some staked their fingers, some staked their own eyes, and some even staked their souls.
In the center of the hall, a huge gambling table stood suspended in the air, with a rolling lava pool below.
A skinny old man was sitting cross-legged on the gambling table, spinning two iron bladders rapidly in his hands, making a disturbing buzzing sound.
Block B warden,"Ghost Hand" Zhang.
Seeing Fang Mo bringing people in, the originally noisy casino fell silent for a moment, and then erupted into even crazier cheers.
"Hey, isn't this Fang General Commissioner?" Ghost Hand Zhang stopped the iron gall in his hand, his cloudy old eyes were full of jest, "You are a rare visitor. Why, Prince Zhao didn't leave you to eat?"
"Prince Zhao is full and is eating down below." Fang Mo walked up to the high platform step by step, ignoring the greedy and fierce eyes around him, "I heard Warden Zhang business is booming here, I came here specially to take a look. By the way... collect a tax."
"Collect taxes?" Ghost Hand Zhang laughed loudly, as if he heard some big joke, "Lord Fang, did you go to the wrong door? This is Block B, the realm of Jianghu people. Here, we only recognize the winning and losing on the gambling table, not the laws of Imperial Court."
He casually grabbed a dice cup on the table and shook it loudly.
"Want to collect taxes? OK." Ghost Hand Zhang slammed the dice cup on the table, "If you win, this Block B belongs to you. If you lose... your General Commissioner gold token and your pair of tricks will have to be kept as ornaments for me."
Fang Mo walked to the gambling table, supported the table with both hands, and leaned forward slightly.
"Since it's a gamble, let's play big."
Fang Mo took out the golden token from his arms and slapped it on the table.
"I bet on this sign, plus the life of Zhao Huang."
The whole place was in an uproar.
"Bet on your life." Fang Mo pointed at Ghost Hand Zhang's head, "One decision determines the outcome. Do you dare?"