Hokage: I am a Gu Dao Immortal

These guys are all calling for injustice, and they even tell what crimes they have committed.

The result is some petty crimes that may or may not be punished.

They also have reasons to protest why they would go to the largest and most ruthless prison in the ninja world for such a small crime.

This doesn't make sense logically.

Originally, Aoba also planned to participate, but he couldn't guess what the pretending old brother had committed outside, so he chose to keep silent.

"No, you can untie this Laoshizi prison or something for me, I want to go back."

"Yes, I want to go back, and I want to serve my sentence on the spot."

"Yes, I want to serve my sentence on the spot."

......

There was a lot of noise and noise.

In the face of the prisoners' public protest, Wuwei remained expressionless.

He didn't talk nonsense, and directly executed the tactics with one hand.

"Heavenly Prison Curse Seal."

hum!

The screaming prisoner shook his body, and the disappearing marks of the fire rope began to appear, and the curse mark of the sky prison began to take effect.

One prisoner fell to the ground, spread his clothes with his hands, began to scratch his body, and began to howl.

"Ah, it hurts..."

When one person fell to the ground, the others also fell to the ground, and it was not suitable for Aoba not to fall to the ground, so he found a comfortable position to lie on the ground, and began to howl.

"It hurts! It hurts! Stop it."

"No, my insides are burning."

"You stop, we listen to you, what you say is what."

As soon as this remark came out, the prisoners who fell to the ground followed one after another, almost begging.

"Quickly stop, we are convinced, quickly stop the spell."

"Yes, we are not protesting."

Just as the prisoners were wailing, a voice came out of the circle.

"Master, master, stop reading, stop, I won't dare anymore..."

Swish!

Everyone in the room looked at Aoba, what are you talking about.

"Uh, I'm out of pain, I got up."

Aoba originally thought that if he mixed in the crowd, he wouldn't be noticed if he mispronounced his lines, but he was so handsome, and he was the most eye-catching cub who fell to the ground and howled.

The other six prisoners gave Aoba a hard look.

It's not that you are too showy, but what kind of tiger and wolf words are you talking about? Is there a pinch on your throat?

Among a group of rough guys, your voice is too conspicuous.

Qingye is helpless, it’s not my fault, that’s what Brother Monkey calls him.

You guys can do it, go and beat Brother Monkey.

Wuwei glanced at Aoba again, this guy didn't seem to be in so much pain.

Is it because of his endurance? No wonder he has nothing to fear.

But it doesn't matter, it won't take long, these people will be at peace forever, and there is no chance to cry out in pain.

Thinking of this, Wuwei has no interest in playing with the prisoners anymore, and these people are also convinced.

As soon as he retracted his pinching hands, the traces of matchlocks on everyone's bodies slowly disappeared, submerged under the skin.

The operation stopped, and the prisoners stopped crying.

Panting heavily, they stood up and looked at Wuming with some fear.

Wuming ignored them and said to himself.

"Remember, I am not a judge. I have nothing to do with what crimes you committed outside. I am just the lord of Ghost Lamp City. I only care about prisoners. If you dare to gather a crowd to make trouble next time, you will definitely be punished severely."

"It's not enough to shout a few words at that time."

After speaking, Wuming clapped his hands.

Two jailers in black came in, and they half knelt on the ground.

"Master Unnamed!"

Wuming looked at the two jailers and said slowly.

"Take them to the prison, whoever dares to cause trouble, send him to the reflection room, and I will talk to him personally when I find time."

Hearing the heart-to-heart talk, the prisoners all shivered.

Talk to you, ghosts talk to you, you have thoughts, we are still alive.

Forget it, where to serve a sentence is not to serve a sentence.

These prisoners have also thought about it, anyway, they can slap their ass and leave after serving their sentences.

Molesting women from a good family, stealing property, making a big deal... these crimes, they can be imprisoned for a few days.

Let them go in a few days and half a month.

Ghost Lamp City, just come to travel.

If Aoba knew what these guys were thinking, he would definitely sneer at them.

Naive, I really thought you could get out alive.

Others have tried their best to send you in, not to squeeze you dry, so that you can go out easily, just dream.

Of course Aoba knew that these people, including himself, were sacrifices to the Box of Ultimate Bliss.

The two jailers looked at the prisoners, frowned and said.

"Let's go, if you don't want to go to the reflection room on the first day and close it tightly."

The seven shook their heads quickly, not wanting to.

After the jailer led the seven prisoners down, Wuming stood in front of the window again.

He looked outside at the Ghost Lamp City and wondered what he was thinking.

No matter what Wuwei was thinking, after entering the prison, Aoba was thinking about whether he could change the cell.

Because he seemed to be targeted and sent to a vicious cell.

Aoba was forced to take off her bathrobe and put on the prison uniform of Ghost Lamp City.

boom!

A jailer pushed Aoba into a cell, closed the iron gate with force, and left without looking back.

Holding the quilt, he saw a few figures in the room, smiled very reluctantly, and raised his hand to say hello.

"Uh, hello everyone, I, my name is Long Yi, I am a warrior, please take care of me in the future."

tread!tread!tread!

In the dark cell, there were three pairs of recruits showing malicious eyes.

Three cellmates stepped out of the shadows.

With a big shoulder and round waist and a full face, he is not easy to mess with at first sight.

A scrawny, foolish, not easy to mess with at first glance.

The last person was the shortest of the three, and he was an old man. He was bald, and a striped dragon covered half of his face.

Although this bald old man has a dragon tattooed on his face, he looks kind and friendly, and is more annoying than the previous two guys.

But Aoba could tell that the old man was the main one among the three.

So in this cell, the worst person to mess with is the old man.

The old man smiled at Qingye, the pattern of dragons fluctuated with the wrinkles on his face, quite a feeling of a boss.

Aoba is puzzled, this is a social person in the ninja world.

To deal with society, of course you have to use the way of social people, so Aoba bowed his hands and greeted him with a smile.

The social old man looked at Aoba carefully, nodded and said.

"Samurai? How about a samurai? I like samurai the most. I heard that samurai have a lot of backbone."

Aoba grinned, this is her dismount.

He waved his hands again and again.

"Everywhere, it's all rumors. The bones of our warriors are very soft."

The fat man rubbed his fists and walked towards Aoba eagerly.

"Hey, Boss, you want to know whether a samurai is tough, let me help you find out."

Qingye wanted to retreat, but there was an iron gate behind her, and there was no way to retreat.

Helpless, he could only speak softly.

"Everyone, meeting by chance, being in the same cell is also a kind of fate, it doesn't have to be like this."

The thin man smiled sinisterly and followed him.

"Boy, what nonsense are you talking about? Don't think that you can be compared with us when you enter this room. I will teach you the rules of the house today."