I, Yang Jian, devour billions of systems

There were bursts of roars in the cell, accompanied by creepy cries, which immediately attracted a group of prisoners to surround the door tightly.

Gu Ye was lifted into the air, kicking and struggling non-stop, his face turned purple due to suffocation and excitement, his cloudy eyes were full of anger, and he kept cursing at Feng Qi.

Yang Xuan frowned slightly. What he hated most in his life was threatening his family members, but this matter had nothing to do with him, and he had no intention of standing up for Gu Ye.

Silently lit a fairy grass cigarette, Yang Xuan got up and walked straight to the door, and left the cell under the attention of everyone.

"This old man is really tough. For three years, he has been tortured to death every day, but even if he doesn't say where the family property has gone, I don't blame Princess Zhenwu for being so angry."

"No, I think Gu Lianyu was the head of the four heavenly kings of Hai'ao back then. His family property was countless and his disciples were all over Hai'ao. What a sight it was. But who made him offend the immortal?"

"Look, this Feng Qi is just an appetizer. Today is the day when the gate of hell is wide open. Those monsters from the North District are here. It's enough for him to drink a pot."

Listening to the discussions of the people around, Yang Xuan had a general understanding of Gu Ye.

But he was not in the mood to meddle in these nosy matters. He was leaning on the railing and smoking a cigarette, thinking about how to go out and report his family's safety.

Feng Qi tortured Gu Ye in the cell for a full half an hour, until he was exhausted and did not see Gu Ye softening, and simply left angrily.

After Feng Qi left, everyone cast a sympathetic look at Gu Ye and scattered in all directions.

After Zhou people left, Yang Xuan returned to the prison cell, only to see Gu Ye was holding the severed palm tightly, kneeling on the ground with the ring in his hand, weeping.

Gu Ye's long gray hair was scattered on his shoulders, and he buried his head firmly in his chest. His mournful cry caused Yang Xuan to sigh.

Gu Ye's performance made him think of his father who was far away in Guanjiang.

After sighing lightly, Yang Xuan sat aside and observed silently.

"Huangfuzhen, I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you!"

Gu Ye was still cursing in a low voice, his voice had become hoarse due to excessive wailing, his voice was as harsh as two stone mills rubbing together.

Yang Xuan looked at the severed palm, then at the ring in Gu Ye's hand, frowning slightly.

"Guye, does your daughter often wear this ring?"

With that said, Yang Xuan leaned over and wiped away the blood on the little finger of the severed palm.

Gu Ye didn't answer, but just let out a "woo hoo" cry and nodded lightly.

Seeing this, Yang Xuan smiled in relief, and said in a low voice:

"Then you don't have to be sad, this palm is not your daughter's."

Yang Xuan lit a cigarette of fairy grass, and slowly exhaled a puff of smoke.

Upon hearing the words, Gu Ye immediately raised his head, wiped away the snot and tears on his face, and stared at Yang Xuan with wide eyes.

"How do you know that this hand is not my daughter's? This ring was left to her by her mother before she died. She never took it off. How could it not be her!"

Faced with Gu Ye's questioning, Yang Xuan pulled out his severed palm, put it in front of him and looked at it carefully, then opened his little finger and said:

"If you wear a ring all year round, the skin on your little finger will be deformed, and the skin under the ring will at least be whiter than the surrounding skin."

Gu Ye raised his head and looked at the severed palm. As expected, the skin on the little finger was even in color without any traces. It was obvious that the ring was put on later.

Hearing Yang Xuan's advice, Gu Ye Mao Sai suddenly realized, and quickly wiped the tears on his chin with his cuff, his complexion finally improved.

But Gu Ye looked at Yang Xuan without any gratitude, but full of suspicion and guard.

"Young man, you are also sent by Huangfu Zhen to extort the whereabouts of my family property? I advise you to give up your heart, I won't say anything!"

Seeing that Gu Ye had such an attitude, Yang Xuan curled his lips, turned over to the upper bunk without saying a word, and lay down quietly.

Although Yang Xuan is a saint, he is not a saint, so there is no need to explain too much about irrelevant things.

But in Gu Ye's eyes, his behavior turned out to be a sign of wrongdoing, an act of escaping after his identity was discovered.

"I have to say, you and Feng Qiyi really have a tacit understanding in singing harmony, but I'm not blind either, how could your tricks escape my eyes!"

Gu Ye stuffed the severed hand into a plastic bag and threw it out the door, and then threw the pack of fairy grass cigarettes on the upper bunk.

Yang Xuan smiled angrily, but didn't say much.After all, as Gu Ye, it is normal to be suspicious in this environment.

As time passed, Yang Xuan lay quietly on the bed, looking at the moldy ceiling, and already had a preliminary plan in mind.

After nightfall and the prisoners rested, he would start his operations.

It is impossible for him to stay in the black prison for too long. He needs to find Lin Chang to study the next move. Since the Nanhai Xianweng has provoked him, and the Shanghai-Macao Greater Kyushu Project is still in operation, he will naturally have to go through this troubled water. Stir.

But what puzzled Yang Xuan was that in the short three hours after Feng Qi left, five or six waves of people came to the cell in turn to torture Gu Lianyu.

Each wave has a time limit, no more than half an hour at most, it seems that this is the rule set in the black prison.

In this way, things became extremely difficult. If he was tormented for a night, how could Yang Xuan have a chance to get out of his body?
Looking at the tormented and inhuman Gu Lianyu, Yang Xuan sighed softly, really not knowing what kind of family property could be so coveted by Huangfu.

Could it be said that family property is not as important as life?

With all kinds of questions in mind, Yang Xuan finally waited until the time to turn off the lights and rest.

As the lights went out, the gates of each cell were automatically closed and locked, and there was silence in the entire black prison.

Yang Xuan was secretly happy in his heart, once the gate was locked, Gu Lianyu could finally rest for a while, giving himself a chance to destroy the Immortal Trapped Formation.

Not to miss the opportunity, Yang Xuan immediately left his soul, and prepared to head towards the eighteenth floor under the powerful suppressing force of the Immortal Trapping Formation.

But just when he was about to leave, there was a piercing sound of metal friction, and Yang Xuanyuan drifted out of the door to see that it turned out to be the end of the open space on the first floor, and two huge iron doors slowly opened.

With the sound of metal collisions, Yang Xuan saw two figures, one black and one white, slowly walk out of the iron gate.

One of them was holding a mourning stick, and the other was holding a chain, and walked straight into the open space on the first floor like a ghost.

The footwork of the two was light, and they landed silently, only the sound of the chains colliding echoed throughout the black prison, which was particularly terrifying and frightening.

Yang Xuan Yuanshen floated in mid-air, observing silently.I saw those two people went straight to his cell after going up the stairs!