Not to mention the turmoil caused by the assassination of Xiang Yang, Xiang Yang changed into a black-clad constable suit, with a bronze seal hanging around his waist, and a geese-feathered sword behind him, riding dark clouds and snow to the Divine Captain Gate dungeon outside the west city of Qingjiang Prefecture City.

The Dungeon of the Shencun Gate is built underground near the tributary of the Qingjiang River. Of course, the ground is also an extremely majestic building with towering walls and covered with thorny iron nets, with poisonous poisons on it.

After showing the bronze seal and mission approval to the person guarding the door, Xiang Yang was introduced into the room and brought to a dark and cold room. In winter, it was strange that there was no charcoal fire inside.

What's even more strange is that a middle-aged man in the room with blue hands and black lips. Judging from his appearance, he should have already entered his body with cold poison, but this situation still makes his body in a cold environment. Isn't that strange?

"Newcomer? Is Qu Jingfei and the others sent to get benefits? How many times have they said that this is a dungeon and a place to detain prisoners.

Forget it, boy, you get the badge and go to the prison to guard it. Don’t forget your identity just because of a little greed. You are a constable.”

Middle-aged man took the approval and looked very unhappy. He took out a waist sign from a small cabinet behind him and threw it out casually. The wind was blowing and emptying it. It was obvious that he had the intention of testing Xiang Yang's martial arts.

This move was quick and urgent, but Xiang Yang was not panicked. He picked up his hand and pinched the waist card, but frowned. It was too cold. It seemed that the waist card was not the waist card, but a piece of ice. Is this person practicing the internal strength of the Han Ice lineage?

To put it this way, this person's cold poison is probably not good at practicing martial arts. In the end, the true qi turns into cold poison and rages in his body. How can the people from the God-Slaying Sect help him resolve it?

"Hey, there are some skills. Okay, go ahead. In this month, what benefits you have gained from those prisoners will be your blessing, and we will not interfere.

But I would like to remind you that you must not do anything that is stingy.

Also, there is a master who is submissively practicing and guarding each floor in the dungeon. You can't find them, but you are always moving under their noses. Don't try to do something annoying."

Xiang Yang nodded. He didn't understand why this person looked unhappy and even kept saying that he was discomfortable to him. But these were just details. He only needed to stay here for a month.

Following the guards before, the man was a young man in his twenties, with a pretty and gentle appearance,

"Xiao Xiang, right? Don't care. Lord Wu just can't stand the style of some dungeon guards in the past, and it's not aimed at you.

You don't know that some people who come here to get benefits like you are really ugly in their food, and they treat the prisoners locked in cages as ancestors.

One person tried to please a flower-picking thief and wanted to gain a light skill, but he actually wanted to bring a woman from the smoke and dust in the brothel to the prison to relieve his loneliness, which angered Lord Wu and was expelled from the sect of the gods.

Xiaoxiang, you should take it as a warning.”

Xiang Yang didn't expect that there would be such a person. He smiled and shook his head and said,

"I've been taught, but I've just caused trouble here and avoided the limelight. Just about what I've learned, I may not be weaker than others. Why should I covet other people's martial arts?"

What Xiang Yang said was quite stylish, which made the young guard look at him with admiration. No wonder he always felt that the young man in front of him was different from those in the past, and he was very confident.

"That's even better. Come on, I'll take you to see our dungeon. I think the financial and material resources spent on building this place were ten times that of the headquarters of the Shenguan Gate in the Mansion City."

There are few people in the dungeon. Xiang Yang walked along the way, but only saw a dozen people. A large part of them practiced martial arts in the open square, and some even set up a small tent, charcoal fires were raised outside, and the wine and food was eaten. The atmosphere was warm.

"This place is very interesting, casual, undisciplined, but not abrupt and incongruent."

As we approached a platform, a black hole was cut off, and a wave of light appeared inside. Xiang Yang followed the young guard down the stone steps, step by step, and saw that there was not soil around the left and right, but extremely wide stone walls.

"These black stones were made of special materials by craftsmen. They are extremely hard. Each piece is one meter thick. Each wall is composed of six pieces of bases and horizontally. It is almost impossible to break it. 0

One piece of one meter, six pieces of six meters, in conversion, that is, the thickness of a wall is equal to the width of a solid small house. Who can break this?

"The seventh floor of this dungeon is actually quite shallow. The Yongcheng God Capture Gate is said to have eighteen floors. Any masters in the inner world will be taken out, and they are all famous figures."

With the help of torches on both sides of the stone wall, Xiang Yang finally stepped on the hard ground, which was also a black stone. Looking forward, the cells on both sides were no different from the county government, and they were all wooden fences.

"Hey, what material is this wood? Why have you never seen it?"

Xiang Yang glanced at him and immediately found something strange. Ordinary people could be watched by ordinary cages. These are all warriors, and it is impossible for all their martial arts to be destroyed. Can mere wood stop these people?

"This is the red li iron tree, a specialty of Dingzhou in the southern part of the Great Zhou Dynasty. It has grown for more than ten years and is harder than black iron. It is a rare thing in our north, and it is normal that you have never seen it before.

Somehow, if the seedlings are planted in our field, they will immediately become softer as if they were sprayed with poison. Not to mention iron wood, they are worse than ordinary wood."

While talking, Xiang Yang passed by the first prison and saw a man with loose hair, wearing a white prison jacket, and thick chains on both hands and feet. Through the wide license plate of the wooden fence, Xiang Yang learned the man's name.

"Li Hong, this is the person who was locked up here seven years ago. He was originally an escort from the escort agency. He robbed himself and thought no one found out. In the end, he could not escape the French Open. He could only spend the rest of his life here."

"There is also Master Sanshun, who was originally the host of a temple in a remote small county. In the name of spreading the Dharma, he deceived ignorant women and children, made money and deceived sex. After the incident, he killed twenty-five people.

Now that the Qihai of Dantian is pierced, the pipa bone is locked, and the punishment of swords and fires is daily, life is worse than death."

"This Sun Shan was originally a rich businessman in the mansion. He killed people and ate meat to satisfy his desires in the animal in the name of seeking pleasure.

But this person is amazing. He is not airtight and is truly seamless and has no gaps. But sometimes we don’t need much evidence when we act.

Two years ago, Tu Lei, a bronze seal detective, sneaked into Sun's mansion and secretly captured him back. He was punished and repented. He is still a unsolved case outside."

The young guards introduced Xiang Yang to Xiang Yang. Xiang Yang was dry and his hands were heard, especially the Sun Shan incident. There was no evidence or approval. The superior directly ordered the action, and his style was no different from that of the bandits. Is this a sect? Not a gangster?

"This is the God's Sect. It is true that we are the power of the court, but the court itself already has a constable, which is the yamen system. We are between the constable and the tourists in the martial arts world.

Xiaoxiang, you can treat the God-Slaying Sect as a gang or sect force in the world, which may be better. This is part of the reason why many officials in the court have long complained about our God-Slaying Sect."

This was the second time Xiang Yang heard this. The last time Nie Xiaofeng said to him when Lu Da first met Wang Tong and other direct descendants.

"A constable force that does not require evidence to handle cases is indeed the same as the forces in the martial arts world. He even did the act of directly plundering people to imprison them. This is simply."
Chapter completed!