Douluo: Starting from helping Qian Renxue change her life against the sky

Chapter 183
"There are stone lions guarding the county prison. Even though we are bad, we can't get close."

The two men were very embarrassed, one of them said in a difficult way.

Another errand blinked at Ye Feng: "If the young master can give me a talisman, I won't be blocked by stone lions when I enter the county prison."

Ye Feng knew little about this kind of thing, so he glanced at the spider spirit.

After the spider spirit nodded, Ye Feng took out two talismans and threw them to the two without much hesitation.

"Master Ye Feng, wait a moment, we are going to find Zhuge Wolong."

The dark wind suddenly picked up, rolled up Ye Feng's two talismans and flew away.

The talisman hovered in mid-air, and came to Yuanzhao County Prison following the errand.

They came to the gate of the county prison and showed their figures.

As soon as he appeared, the two bluestone-carved stone lions in front hummed and radiated golden light, as if they were alive, their eyes shone with aura, and they growled at the two ghosts.

Looking at the posture, if two Yinchas take half a step forward, the two stone lions will kill them.

woohoo...

Two errants manipulated the Yin wind, wrapped in two talismans, and floated down in front of the two stone lions.

The two stone lions tilted their heads and thought for a while, then regained their composure, and their ferocious appearance dissipated.

"Hey, it's better to be a human being. The talismans of human monks, even the stone lions guarding the prison, have to give some face."

"Who says it's not? Most of the gods who rule the world and guard the universe today are cultivated by humans! The spirit beasts guarding the mortal world don't dare to offend people casually, for fear of offending the gods behind them ah!"

The two servants whispered to each other, and turned into a dark wind and flew into the cell.

On the road, there is a magic talisman to open the way, so it is naturally unimpeded.

There are more than a dozen jailers guarding Yuanzhao County Prison.

At night, there were not many guards, only four.

The four jailers sat around the wooden table, drinking and guessing, having a great time, but they didn't feel lonely.

When the jailers were drinking, the dim oil lamp on the wooden table flickered and seemed to be extinguished at any moment.

When the dark wind passed, the flickering flame of the oil lamp returned to normal and did not go out.

A few jailers who were slightly drunk were blown by the dark wind, and their bodies were covered with goose bumps.

Cursing and holding a knife, he inspected the surrounding area, and after seeing nothing abnormal, he continued to sit down and drink.

"Zhuge Crouching Dragon..."

The ethereal voice makes people unable to figure out the source, floating around.

Prick up your ears and listen carefully, but you can't hear anything.

The sleeping prisoner in the prison didn't notice the slightest clue, turned over and continued to sleep soundly.

"Who is Zhuge Wolong?"

The faint voice sounded again, passing through the space and falling into all the prisons.

In the last cell, a man said with a teasing voice: "Where is the errand, grandpa's life is not over yet, why are you looking for grandpa?"

The two servants were startled. Looking around, they saw a middle-aged man in ragged clothes who seemed to be a scholar in the prison. He was sitting lazily with his back against the wall, looking at the two of them.

The middle-aged man had messy and knotted hair and a strange smell coming from his body. He hadn't washed and washed for some time.

His messy hair covered his face, making it difficult to see his face clearly.

"You are Zhuge Wolong? Can you see us?"

One of the ghosts floated over, passed through the prison door, and stood still in front of the messy man.

"What's so strange about seeing ghosts? There are so many people in the world who can see you, why should you care about me alone? I advise you two fools, don't hold my soul, and you won't let go."

The smelly and messy man warned.

Another errand also floated in, carefully looking at the man in front of him.

It was found that although this person was covered in filth and filth, his eyes were piercing and his head was full of literary spirit, and he was faintly protected by Wenhua.

Even if he was a errand and wanted to investigate carefully, he was blocked by the bright golden light, preventing him from continuing to wait and see the fate of this person.

"There is Wen Qi protecting the body." The ghost was shocked, cupped his hands and said: "The villain has seen Mr."

The errand next to him also put away his contempt, and his attitude was much more respectful.

"This old man is just a prisoner. I can't afford to be respected by you ghosts. Get out of here quickly. Don't disturb my sleep. If you want to find a scapegoat, go to the next cell. He is a vicious person, and he is most suitable to be a scapegoat."

The middle-aged man waved his hand impatiently.

"We are not here to find a replacement for the dead ghost."

The two errands smiled wryly and explained.

"A lot of nonsense, you guys like to do this kind of thing the most, accepting bribes, helping people revive their souls, and then come to the prison to find death row prisoners and go back to work on behalf of the dead ghosts."

"Tsk tsk, it seems that neither the underworld nor the yang world has a pure land. No matter ghosts, gods, or county magistrates, they are all the same!"

"Forget it. There is no pure land in the world. I can't control it, and I don't want to. Stay away from me and don't disturb my sleep."

The middle-aged man muttered a few words of sarcasm, then he didn't want to say any more, and turned over and lay down to sleep.

The two men looked at each other, shaking their heads and laughing.

"Sir, Mr. Ye Feng Ye Feng asked me to come and ask Mr. to come out of the mountain to deal with Cihang Pudu."

Feeling helpless, he opened his mouth to explain.

They also found that the scholar in front of him was not simple, and he didn't dare to be violent, so he could only tell the whole story.

The middle-aged man didn't speak, but just counted, then shook his head and denied: "I'm not Zhuge Wolong, the one with Tianzi No. [-] is."

The two men looked suspiciously at the middle-aged man, and seeing that he was very determined, they walked to the cell next to Tianzi No. [-].

In the prison cell, Ning Caichen fell asleep, and suddenly felt a little cold. He woke up from his sleep, wiped his greasy beard, and then raised his hand to rub the black mud off his body.

In the past, Ning Caichen might not have been able to bear it. After the beating, thanks to God's will, he didn't take a bath for several months, and there were no lice on his body, and it didn't matter if he was dirty or smelly.

The two men were about to show up, and at this moment, the middle-aged man next door laughed and said, "Zhuge Wolong, you're awake."

"Old man, I've been talking about it for several months. My name is Ning Caichen."

Ning Caichen explained patiently, but he didn't know how many months it was, and it was useless to let him talk about it.

It's just that this guy used to call him Zhou Yabing, why is he called himself Zhuge Wolong today for no apparent reason?

Ning Caichen felt that this guy must be insane and his brain is not working well.

The middle-aged man chuckled and said, "No matter what you call it, according to my experience, you will be a scapegoat tonight."

"Ah? No way?" Ning Caichen turned pale with shock.

"Why not, look there."

The middle-aged man pointed to the prison window.

Ning Caichen turned his slightly stiff neck to look, and suddenly saw a black crow standing at the window.

The crow's eyes were scarlet, exuding an ominous aura.

Ning Caichen shivered, as if he had foreseen the scene where his head was chopped off and his body was pecked by a group of crows.

"I don't want to die...I still have great ambitions that haven't been realized...how can I die here..."

Ning Caichen stuttered and couldn't speak fluently.

His eyes were glazed, and he sat with his back against the wall.

Ghosts like those from Lanruo Temple have come over, how can they feel aggrieved and die for the dead ghosts.

"The sky has no eyes! If brother Ye Feng were here, I would not have suffered such a catastrophe!"

Ning Caichen muttered.

(End of this chapter)