There is a place in the world where people are absolutely opposite each other, and this is prison.

There are all kinds of prisons abroad, and in a prison in a country where human rights are often spoken of, prisoners serving their sentences here have been deprived of human rights.

I was a prisoner who was directly sent to this prison without being tried. In other words, there was no file in the prison. Even if I died here, there would be no record, so I must live strongly.

During my high fever, the prison guard sent a Japanese prisoner to take care of me.

Yoshio Yingan killed the bread into pieces, soaked it in milk and forced it into my mouth to keep me from starving. In a coma, my soul separated from my body, and then floated out of the iron door of the cell and kept floating outside, looking for the freedom I longed for.

The cell was built in a solid castle, and outside the castle was an island covered with vegetation. I saw some prisoners being arranged to take care of crops. The leaves of potatoes were dense. After passing through the power grid and climbing over the hills, I floated to the beach. Here, I saw several prisoners cast nets into the sea under the surveillance of the prison guards.

It took me three days and three nights to tour the entire Devil Island, and I also encountered other ghost guards on the way. They did not stop me, but just sneered at me, as if they were watching me at a desperate look.

If you want to escape from this island, you must have planes or ships to respond. But I stood on a cliff and looked under the dark sea, and saw dense mines, and air-to-air radars and anti-aircraft guns were also installed on the hills.

The place I want to know the most is the dock of this island, but the dock was guarded by a team of ghost guards, who signaled me to return to the cell immediately.

These ghost guards were wearing white uniforms, with shiny badges hanging on their chests, a pattern made of skeleton sickles, and their weapons were a rebar, but could emit a powerful electric current.

I took advantage of the guards' inattention and quietly slipped through their space towards the dock, but an invisible wall blocked me and I pushed hard, but a powerful current made my hair and beard burn and my skin turned black with electricity.

I, who was only half of my soul, hurriedly used my last bit of strength to return to the cell.

When I entered the prison, the power grid around me emitted an electric current. As soon as I touched it, I felt that half of my remaining soul was taken away again.

My soul has been away from my body for too long. If the Japanese don’t have the patience to take care of my body, I am afraid that I will not be able to wake up even if I return to the cell.

Just as I looked up and asked for help, a ghost guarded the path here and saw my remnant soul, he questioned: "who      you,     supposed        report   to      the    ghost    now?”

I hurriedly answered with my last strength: "i   am    also    a    ghost,         i      look       a!

"a?" The other party questioned, but I closed my eyes.

When I opened my eyes again, I found that I was not in the cell, but came to the mouse cave of the Rat Ghost King.

Ghost Guard a and I met Ghost Guard and brought me to the Ghost King. The big mouse said to me: "If you were willing to give up your skin earlier, then you are now a formal ghost mess!"

"Your Highness the Ghost King, how are I now?" My soul was weak and powerless, and it seemed that a gust of wind would blow away.

a said to me: "Are you hit by an electric current outside the prison?"

I nodded and said, "On this island, Satan has set up two isolation nets. Once ordinary souls are touched, their souls will be scattered. You are a reserve ghost messenger. The current on the power grid will only take away half of your soul, but you are hit by the current twice. Now there is only one soul and three spirits left, and they will be wiped out at any time." He made an action that drifted away with the wind.

The ghost guard next to him asked A: "Who is this? He was hit twice by the power grid and was not yet scattered?"

a introduced me: "This is my partner b2. Since you are a reserve ghost in the East, why did you come to Alcatraz Island?"

Now I didn't even have the strength to speak, so the Ghost King dipped the tip of his tail into the sewage in the sewage and dripped into my mouth. I felt very disgusting.

The Ghost King said to me: "It seems that the person who threw you here hopes that you will die here."

Maybe it was the desire to survive, maybe the sewage from the sewer temporarily prevented my dissipation of souls, I developed strength and begged them, "I can't die yet, I have too many things that have not been completed!"

The Ghost King said, "On this demon island, there is only one ghost who can save you!"

I hurriedly asked, "Where is it? Can you take me to ask for help?"

The Ghost King did not answer, and the B2 guard said: "Your Ghost King is referring to the black magician, dark    wizard!"

a nodded in agreement, and the Ghost King explained: "But dark    Wizard is profit-oriented. If it is not good for it, it will not help it."

I said, "But I am now penniless and almost naked."

The Ghost King stared at my soul and said, "How is that possible? Don't you still carry a desert eagle?"

I looked at myself, and sure enough, I saw the Desert Eagle pistol on my belt, and agreed: "It's useless for me to ask for it anyway, you can take it!"

a took the desert eagle from me and rubbed it carefully: "This is not an ordinary desert eagle, but a soul-destroying weapon transformed by the Dark Magician."

b2 said to a: "Don't show off your skills. If you keep talking, this reserve ghost man will be completely over!"

The Ghost King also echoed: "You only have this desert eagle, there are precious Buddhist beads inlaid on your ribs, and we want four beads to exchange!"

I quickly agreed, and b2 began to stumble his sharp finger into my soul to grab the Buddhist beads. The Ghost King explained: "This black magician has a bad temper. We take you to ask for help from him, and it is also a big risk!"

b2 The feeling of removing the Buddhist beads from my ribs is as painful as pulling off the sarcoma on my skin.

It took away four Buddhist beads, gave them one, and offered them two to the Ghost King.

The Rat Ghost King stuffed a black rat shit into my mouth with his furry hands and signaled me to swallow it.

I was despicable to death again. A took out an empty glass bottle from his uniform pocket and put my soul into it. This small glass bottle like a windy oily spirit can keep my soul from dissipating.

Through the glass bottles, I saw them leaving the sewer, passing through the playground, and coming to the cell. My body was still lying on the bed. Brother Ying's righteous brother continued to feed me and kept dipping towels to cool me down.

After the prison doctor gave me an aminopyrin, he said to Lei Bo: "This is already my private hiding. As for whether he can save him, it depends on the meaning of the God of Death!"

a placed the glass bottle on the head of the bed, and the Ghost King said to b2: "You stay and keep the prison cell, don't let the ghost messenger take his soul away. a and go with me to meet the black magician!"

b2 responded and sat by my bed. The Ghost King floated out of the iron door of the cell with a and disappeared quickly.
Chapter completed!