"After tonight, it will be the second half of the year. We made an appointment to go on duty in the first ten days of the year Punishment Department, and return to Heavenly Prison in the second half of the month. In the second half of the month, it will be my turn to be on duty."
There was a hint of arrogance in Fang Mo's voice, "Since he is on duty, isn't it natural for Fang to go into Block C, Room Shen prison, do some tricks, and get something?"
Nian Nu'er Hearing this, the chill in his eyes instantly melted away and turned into a pool of spring water.
She pressed her cheek against Fang Mo's solid chest, listening to the strong heartbeat inside, and the corners of her mouth curled up with a hint of satisfaction.
"Then I don't know if the officials don't have a good rest, but now they come to my Yihong Pavilion... what do you mean?"
Fang Mo rolled his eyes.
"Aren't you asking knowingly?"
Fang Mo reached out and pulled down the gauze curtain above his head, blocking the spring light in that room.
"Monster! I want you to help me practice!!!"
As Nian Nu'er let out a sweet cry, the big bed shook violently.
Harmony of yin and yang, water and fire Ji Ji.
The Stomach Viscera Temple in his body roared with joy at this moment.
The originally dry Desire River began to roar under the infusion of Succubus Qi.
The clouds have cleared and the rain has stopped.
Fang Mo sat on the edge of the bed with his upper body bare, feeling the Viscera Temple energy and blood in his body like a dragon, rushing endlessly through the meridians without any blockage.
Viscera Temple Perfection, right now.
"Gone!"
Fang Mo stood up, grabbed the clothes on the ground, and dressed neatly.
He didn't look back, just waved his hand with his back to the bed, and strode out of the room.
Nian Nu'er was wrapped in a quilt, revealing a pretty face that was still flushed.
She looked at Fang Mo's unrepentant back, her little cherry mouth pouting high, and her eyes showing both satisfaction and resentment.
"What a man who doesn't recognize anyone with his pants up..."
She stretched out her hand and felt the extremely pure Yang Essence left behind by Fang Mo, with a glimmer of light flashing in her eyes.
"But... it's not a bad deal at all."
After leaving Yihong Pavilion, Fang Mo did not return directly to Barracks, but turned a corner and went straight to Heavenly Prison.
The streets of Divine Capital are still bustling, with hawking sounds coming and going. But the world in Fang Mo's eyes is a little different.
A double cultivation session with Nian Nu'er gave Netherworld Ghost Eye in his body a great satisfaction.
Although there was no direct breakthrough in realm, his perception of desire became more acute.
The man selling Cooked Cake on the street has greed for the proprietress next door hidden in his eyes; the fat Yuanwai in silk clothes has evil thoughts in his heart.
These desires turned into strands of Black Qi, intertwining into a huge network over this bustling city.
"All living beings suffer, and we can only overcome it by ourselves."
Fang Mo sneered and touched the cold handle of the knife on his lower back.
"I don't ferry people, I only kill people."
Heavenly Prison gate, towering and fortified.
When the jailers at the door saw it was Fang Mo, they all nodded and bowed, their faces full of flattery.
Now who doesn't know that this man is Punishment Department's new star, even Commander Lei wants to give him three points.
Fang Mo threw a few broken pieces of silver, dismissed the group of watchdogs, and walked straight towards Block C Prison.
The corridor was dark and damp, and the torches on both sides made a beeping sound.
Walking to the iron door leading to the deep level, Fang Mo stopped.
There is a person standing there.
He was slightly chubby, wearing a wrinkled official uniform, holding a greasy chicken leg in his hand, leaning against the door frame and chewing until his mouth was full of oil.
Wang Youan.
"Oh, my dear nephew, what a coincidence?"
Wang Youan spit out a piece of chicken bone and looked at Fang Mo with a smile, but there was no smile at all in his small eyes that were always narrowed to a slit.
"Have you just come out of Gentle Township? Are you going to get into the King Yama's Palace?"
His big greasy hand was placed in front of Fang Mo, blocking the way.
"Listen to my uncle's advice. The water inside is too deep, and your current body can't bear it."
The wind in the corridor was cold and biting, carrying the smell of rotting straw and the musty smell that had not seen the sun all year round.
Wang Youan's hand was in the air, holding a half-gnawed chicken leg. It was greasy and looked a little funny.
But he stood there like a Meat Mountain, blocking the iron door leading to the depths of Block C tightly.
Fang Mo stopped and did not rush in.
He adjusted his cuffs slowly, and there was still Yihong Pavilion's unique incense smell on them, which was incompatible with the rancid smell of Heavenly Prison.
"Uncle Wang, I remember you said that this Heavenly Prison is our own backyard."
Fang Mo raised his eyelids and looked at the fat man in front of him, who seemed smooth but was actually unfathomable, with a smile on his lips. Since it is the backyard, where do I want to go for a stroll? Do I have to choose a date?"
Wang Youan smacked his lips, swallowed the last bite of chicken, and threw the bones into the gutter next to him.
"There is one in the backyard, but there are also dead Human Bone heads buried in the backyard and vicious dogs that eat people." Wang Youan took out a rag from his arms and wiped his hands, "My dear nephew, the Blocks A and B prisons on top is used to contain people, and the Blocks C and D and beyond on the bottom... Hey, that's used to contain disasters."
"Especially Block C, Room Shen prison deep."
Wang Youan lowered his voice, moved his fat face a little closer, and the fat on his face trembled. "The thing in there is evil."
"I know."
Fang Mo nodded, his tone as calm as if he was talking about what to have for dinner today.
"The one with a heart inside that's still bleeding."
The expression on Wang Youan's face froze instantly.
Those squinted eyes suddenly opened, revealing an extremely rare light. The original greasy and wretched temperament disappeared in an instant, and was replaced by a sense of oppression as heavy as a mountain.
"Who told you?" Wang Youan's voice was low and hoarse, like two millstones rubbing together, "That Demoness?"
"It seems Uncle Wang knows a lot."
Fang Mo didn't answer, but took a step forward, reached out and held down Wang Youan's arm that was blocking the way.
Qi and blood roared in the body, and dark red light circulated under Fang Mo's skin. Although the [Blood Soul] was hidden in the sheath, it let out an excited low roar, and an invisible killing aura instantly filled the entire corridor.
Wang Youan looked at Fang Mo, and then at the knife on his waist.
A long time.
"Alas..."
A long sigh.
Wang Youan's aura dissipated like a deflated rubber ball, and he turned back into the fat warden who was just waiting to die.
"That's all, that's all."
He turned sideways and got out of the way, his face full of helplessness and desolation.
"You can't help your son grow up, let alone me, who is an uncle. If you want to die, can I stop you?"
He took off a large bunch of keys from his waist, picked out a dark Copper Key with Runes engraved on it, and threw it to Fang Mo.
"Hold the lock deep inside Block C, Room Shen prison. An ordinary key cannot open it."
"Remember, when you go in, hold your breath and don't look back. No matter who calls your name, don't agree. And..." Wang Youan paused and looked at Fang Mo with complicated eyes, "If that thing wakes up, don't hesitate, run! Use all your energy to suck the milk and run!"
Fang Mo took the key and felt it was cold and heavy.
"Thanks, Uncle Wang."
Without saying anything else, he strode through the iron door and walked into the bottomless darkness.
Looking at the disappearing figure of Fang Mo, Wang Youan leaned against the wall and took out a copy of "Spring Palace Pictures" from his arms, but he couldn't read it.
"Old Fang ah..."
He muttered to himself, his eyes full of worry.
"Your son's temper is exactly the same as yours. I'm afraid he's going to poke a hole in you today."