Fang Mo narrowed his eyes slightly and did not take back [Blood Soul] in his hand. Instead, he handed it forward half an inch. The coldness on the blade made Old Yan's hair fly wildly in front of his forehead.
"Soldier Lord?"
Fang Mo chewed on this unfamiliar word, and his eyes became even more dim.
"Old Yan, give me a reason not to kill you. In other words, explain who my father is."
The wind stopped.
The Clivia leaves in the yard no longer swayed, as if they were frozen by the chilling atmosphere.
Old Yan knelt on the ground and did not raise his head, just staring at the pair of boots at Fang Mo's feet that were stained with Black Wind Ridge's dust.
His voice was low, with a stale smell that had been dug up from a pile of old papers.
"Ten Prisons of the Heavenly Jail, Blocks A, B, C, and D Blocks Wu, Ji, Geng, Xin, Ren, and Gui."
Old Yan spoke slowly, each word spoken very slowly, as if he was thinking about it, and seemed to be recalling that period of history that had been buried by the years.
"The world only knows that Heavenly Prison imprisons the most vicious criminals, but they don't know that there are ten layers of Heavenly Prison. Each layer corresponds to a kind of capital punishment and also suppresses an unspeakable secret."
"Each floor Heavenly Prison is equipped with a Prison Overseer."
"In the original rules, Prison Overseer is Soldier Lord."
Old Yan raised his head and stared intensely at the Crimson blood-like crystal knife in Fang Mo's hand.
"According to legend, these ten Prison Suppressing Divine Weapons were made by the first Heavenly Prison Warden, who collected the Meteorite Iron from outside the world, fused the Essence Blood in the hearts of eight hundred First Generation Jailers at that time, and spent ninety-nine and eighty-one days casting it on the side of Guixu Demon Abyss."
"They are not Mortal Iron, they are living creatures. They are magic weapons that drink blood, and they are also ritual tools that suppress luck."
"Only those who have the blood of First Generation Jailers flowing in their bodies, and whose character, methods, and destiny are all recognized by the divine weapon, can awaken it and become Soldier Lord."
Fang Mo raised his eyebrows when he heard this.
First Generation Jailers bloodline?
This sounds a bit like the inheritance methods of those ancient aristocratic families.
But Great Qian Dynasty has been a country for thousands of years, and Heavenly Prison has been in this land for who knows how many years. Whatever bloodline has been passed down to this day is probably as weak as water.
"That being the case, why have I never heard of any magic weapons in Heavenly Prison?"
Fang Mo flipped his wrist, and [Blood Soul] pulled out a beautiful knife flower in the air. The Blood Light was like an obedient fish swimming through his fingertips.
"Li Yan I've seen that broken knife before, it's just a piece of scrap metal."
Old Yan smiled bitterly, the folds on his face squeezed together like a dried chrysanthemum.
"That's natural. Heavenly Prison has gone through several catastrophes, Demon riots, Evil Spirit broken seal, each time it was a river of blood. Those inheritances have been broken long ago."
"Most of the magic weapons were lost in the turmoil. Some were destroyed, some were taken away by Demon who escaped from prison, and some were turned into scrap metal because no one could control them."
"Prison Overseer is the tradition of Soldier Lord, and it has long become the old emperor's calendar."
Speaking of this, a trace of disdain and sadness flashed in Old Yan's eyes.
"In today's world, Prison Overseer's position is just a springboard used by jailers Lineage to gild. Whichever family has talented children, they will be stuffed in and rotate for a few years, and then leave after gaining enough qualifications. They only have power in their eyes, how can they understand what Prison Suppressor's responsibilities are?"
"As for those weapons..."
Old Yan's eyes refocused on [Blood Soul], the eyes as deep as a mouthful of Dry Well.
"This [Blood Soul] is exactly the Prison Suppressing Divine Weapons of Block C Prison."
"Thirty years ago, it came out of nowhere and amazed the entire Divine Capital."
Old Yan took a deep breath, it seemed that the memory was too heavy and made him breathless.
"I am not very talented, and I am lucky enough to work for Master Soldier Lord. However, eighteen years ago, a riot broke out at Divine Capital. Soldier Lord disappeared, and Divine Weapon Hall and I were all disbanded."
Fang Mo lowered his eyes and looked at the two people kneeling in front of him.
Old Yan The back is slightly curved, like a dead tree half buried in the soil, showing the decay and tenacity that have gone through vicissitudes of life;
Iron Bull is like a silent iron tower. The deep pit dug out by kneeling on one knee shows the terrifying explosive power contained under this body.
[Blood Soul] Blade Crimson in hand, the light flowing inside is like living blood, making a low cry of desire.
"Eighteen years ago."
Fang Mo repeats this time node.
Eighteen years ago happened to be the year he was born.
"Old Yan, do you know the name of the original Soldier Lord?"
Old Yan and Iron Bull looked at each other with confusion in their eyes, "I don't know."
Fang Mo turned his wrist slightly and deflected the blade half a minute, but still locked the two of them Aura, "Divine Weapon Hall was disbanded and Soldier Lord disappeared. Since you are the survivors, why don't you even know the real name of your general?"
Old Yan smiled bitterly, with helplessness written all over his old face full of ravines.
He raised his head, his eyes did not look at the Fierce Weapon, but fell into the void, as if he was recalling those years soaked in blood.
"It's not that I'm trying to deceive you, it's actually that the gentleman is acting too treacherously."
"Divine Weapon Hall has three hundred and sixty elites. Even Lord Wang Youan, who is the deputy of Hundred Households, has never seen the true face of Lord Soldier Lord. Every time he clicks, goes to war, or kills, that Lord always wears a Raksha Mask of Green Face Fangs. He It was like a ghost with no past, appearing out of thin air in the Divine Weapon Hall, spending three years training this originally disorganized team into a butcher knife that made Demon fearful, and then disappeared along with the fire during the Divine Capital riot eighteen years ago."
"Raksha Mask..." Fang Mo's eyes flickered.
The Prison Suppressor in his body, the first to awaken was the Authority of [Bloodthirsty Rakshasa].
Now that the old man is wearing Raksha Mask, the cause and effect may have been entangled for a long time.
"Wang Youan?" Fang Mo remembered that Greasy Fatty who was picking his feet to look at Spring Palace Pictures in Heavenly Prison, "That damn fat guy was the deputy Hundred Households back then?"
"Exactly." Old Yan nodded, "Blood Spear Wang Youan back then, Wrought-Iron Overlord Spear defeated Northern Border with one shot, it was Divine Weapon Hall is the most lethal sharp knife. After the Divine Weapon Hall was disbanded, all the brothers died and scattered. Only Lord Wang took a few of us old, weak, sick and disabled and hid in this Heavenly Prison Block C Prison, just survive like this."
Fang Mo rubbed the handle of the knife, with a playful curve at the corner of his mouth.
No wonder that old guy boasted about picking Yihong Pavilion with a gun last night, killing seven in and seven out.
I originally thought that this old man was telling dirty jokes, but now it seems that there is probably a bloody truth hidden in every word.
"Yihong Pavilion." Fang Mo spat out these three words and turned his gaze to the bustling depths of Divine Capital, "Since Wang Youan mentioned this place, then there must be a tail left by my father hidden in this Gentle Township."
"Old Yan, how much do you know about the Yihong Pavilion?"
Old Yan's expression became a little solemn. "The water is deep in that place. In Wannian County, the shops have changed one after another, and only Yihong Pavilion has been standing for hundreds of years. No matter whether you are a powerful person or a giant in the world, you must abide by the rules when you go there. It is said that there are no royal relatives behind this building, but no one can touch it."
"In a century-old store, there must be monsters." Fang Mo sneered.
He sheathed the sword, the red light faded away, and the temperature in the yard slowly rose again.