Ximen Wuhen’s token allows me to walk around in areas where the Demon Cult is not forbidden. Including prisons, poison halls and other places, as long as I don’t let the prisoners go, no one can stop me.

The deputy director of the prison was puzzled by my behavior. He wanted to send me away quickly, but I insisted on staying. He had no reason to drive me away.

I hung the token around my waist and took a walk in the prison. There was no one in the Demon Cult to catch it, and it was even more difficult for outsiders to come in at the headquarters.

The prison is imprisoned by the church members who make internal mistakes, most of whom are light offenders who violate the rules of the teachings, and the maximum number of prisoners for ten days and half a month is imprisoned.

For real serious offenders, there is also a prison in the prison, so the jail is not so strict.

Especially in the first row of prison cells near the gate, the door lock is a decoration. The people inside know that they have made a small mistake and will not have to go through the prison.

The ground of the prison is one layer and one layer underground, but the distance between the first and second floors must be ten meters, which means that the second floor is deep underground.

There is a downward staircase in the middle, and the lock on the door is a complex mechanism lock, which belongs to a password lock.

I have never been there before, and I only went to the first floor when I came to the prison a few times.

The manager said that a madman was imprisoned on the second floor, and there was no cell to lock him up, so he could only let him run around the whole floor, and the food was sent down through a small pipe. The password lock door had not been opened for a long time.

Since the conditions below are dirty and poor, and there are crazy people who can hurt people, I don’t have to go down and take a look.

Lang Jiang and the others were locked in the cell inside, the farthest from the exit. After I turned around outside, I walked inside and two guards from the prison were watching them.

They couldn't move, and some people tried to untie the rope secretly, but my qi was inside them. Once I found someone moving, I would faint.

An hour later, a prison guard delivered the meal and told the guard at the door to let him in.

Lang Jiang and the others are not ordinary prisoners, and they are tied with ropes and blocked their mouths. How can they eat in this state?

Wouldn't you know the food delivery guy?

When I heard the noise, I rushed over and stared at the person who had entered the cell.

The guard at the door called me to come and became nervous in an instant. They looked wrong. They looked at me and immediately lowered their heads. They looked respectful, but in fact they were to hide their nerves.

"Ah? Can such prisoners still eat? Clogging their mouths is to prevent them from biting their tongues or committing suicide by taking poison. If this is taken down... Who will die? Could it be that they were given a chance to commit suicide on purpose, right?" I am not the manager of the prison and I can't order them. I probably didn't listen to me, so I had to pretend to be surprised and wonder at the door.

"Nonsense! I, I'm afraid they will suffocate to death, so I'll let them take a breath." The person who delivered the food did not mention the food and found other reasons to distinguish it for themselves.

"I can't die of suffocation. The brothers in the patrol have a sure thing. Why? You mate know more about dealing with prisoners than them?"

The low-level servants of the Demon Cult do not know martial arts. They are ordinary people, sweeping the floor, cooking, washing clothes, like ordinary servants.

The prison did not open fire, and the food for the guards and prisoners was prepared elsewhere and delivered on time.

The food delivery person should understand the rules here better than me. Any prisoner who is tied up is not allowed to eat or drink. Chinese website

His abnormal behavior forced me to doubt his motives and had reason to control him first.

I set up a gas wire in the cell. As soon as the person who delivered the food stepped into the cell, he stepped into the gas wire mesh.

I said he was suspicious, and he hurriedly denied that I wanted to go in and catch him personally. The guards at the door wanted to stop me, and I shook the token on my waist, and they immediately stepped back.

The food delivery person depends on the wrong situation and pulled out a dagger from his sleeve, not to protect himself, but to kill Lang Jiang.

He sacrificed his life for this knife and wanted to take Lang Jiang away.

The dagger stabbed Lang Jiang's heart, and he used all his strength to stab Lang Jiang backwards.

At this time, I had already arrived near him and kicked the knife in his hand away. He wanted to bite his tongue and commit suicide, but he couldn't do it.

When he stepped into the cell, the air had already entered his body.

Qisi controlled his mouth, and his mouth was stiff and could not move at all.

The dagger flew, it was impossible for him to move again

I cut him out.

The food and tea he brought had problems, and these need to be preserved as evidence.

The deputy supervisor of the prison rushed over and asked what was wrong?

The guard at the door stammered and the deputy manager looked at me. I said that the person who delivered the food knew that such prisoners were not allowed to eat and drink, but was also suspicious about the food. I wanted to detain him and ask questions, but he suddenly started to kill someone and wanted to kill Lang Jiang.

Killing people and unauthorized prisoners in prison is also a violation of the canon and there is nothing wrong with locking up.

The deputy manager also had a ghost in his heart, but he couldn't say anything. He wanted me to leave, but he would urge me to leave again, which would make him feel a little more obvious.

When he left, he was in a wrong mood and his negative emotions surged. This is often a manifestation when a person wants to do bad things.

He arranged for people to put the food delivery person in the next cell, and sent more two more people to guard the prison door.

The ceremony will be held until 8 o'clock in the evening, and there are still several hours before the end.

The deputy manager was out of prison. When he saw someone, he arranged for someone to pour turtle oil into the prison when he came back.

He wanted to burn the prison and solve the problem together.

Before he fell, he released a fog. The smoke was thick and foggy, and the visibility was extremely low.

Such a thick smoke has to be sucked in even if you don’t want to. In a closed environment, you can’t hold your breath normally for long.

Unless you know this kind of martial arts, such as the Turtle Breathing Ability.

I came out when they poured the tinder oil, and walked through the smoke without any effect. I walked to the hall and looked at the tinder oil and the people responsible for setting the fire. I smiled.

The door was closed behind them, and the detox pills in their mouths were so scared that they swallowed them.

This thing works only when you hold it in your mouth, but it won’t work if you eat it in your stomach.

They were holding oil barrels and an unlit torch.

Everything remained the same, and I didn't move anything.

The air in the air hood was enough to support for twenty minutes, and it took less than twenty minutes to finish these things, so the deputy manager who was waiting outside had only persisted for fifteen minutes, and then couldn't help but open the door to check what was going on.

He also had antidote pills in his mouth, and the smoke had no effect on him, but his vision was blocked and he could not see clearly what was happening in the hall.

"Secretary Manager..." I suddenly appeared behind him and patted his shoulder gently.

"Ah--" He screamed, and when he turned around, he stepped on the turmeric oil, and fell to the ground with a slippery foot.

"The fog here is too big, so why not light a torch and take a photo." I took out the fire stick and blew it brightly.

"No, don't be more!" The deputy manager tried his best to get up from the ground, trying to take the fire pie that I had taken away.

"Why can't you click? It's too dark here and I can't see anything." I pretended to be puzzled.

"Here...there is tincture everywhere here, so you must not see Mars." The deputy director said anxiously.

"Strange, why is there tincture oil in the prison? It's still everywhere. Don't joke, this should be the water that the guard accidentally sprinkled."

"It's oil! It's tinea oil, I'll arrange for someone to pour it."
Chapter completed!