The Ming Dynasty in Another World: People are in the Heavenly Prison, and Wuji becomes a Taoist

On this day, Lin Mo got up very early.

I did 100 sit-ups first as always.

Completed 100 push-ups with one hand.

After washing up, I went out in high spirits to go on duty.

After many days of unremitting exercise, he already has obvious abdominal muscles.

After practicing martial arts, the energy and energy of the whole person will be much improved than before.

He is now tall and tall.

The body is strong and no longer looks thin and pale.

The appearance looks more handsome and tough, rather than giving people the impression of a weak and pretty boy.

Walking on the street, from time to time you will attract some sideways glances from young ladies.

The more daring ones will even come up and hand him a small note.

Lin Mo would politely accept it every time, then turn around and throw it away.

After all, he is not a casual person.

A day without incident.

While on duty at night, when Lin Mo inspected a warehouse, he accidentally discovered that the cell door was wide open.

He suddenly felt bad.

He walked to the door alertly and glanced inside.

Several prisoners shivered in the corner.

When he saw Lin Mo, a prisoner ran over overjoyed.

When he found that he was alone, he quickly retreated.

"Sir, you'd better call in more people. One guy kidnapped a prison guard and opened all the warehouse doors. Many people booed and ran out. You can't handle it alone..."

Lin Mo was shocked.

Holding prison guards hostage?

Could it be that guy?

A face with sinister eyebrows and stern eyes appeared in his mind.

"Why didn't you run out with me?"

"Hey, I'm not stupid. I have more than a month left in my sentence. Why should I take that risk and escape?"

The prisoner said bluntly, "Besides, how can it be so easy to successfully escape from prison? If you ask me, those people are just stupid. They might be shot into pieces before they even break out of the prison area."

Lin Mo said: "You performed very well. I will report it to my superiors afterwards and give you a reward."

"Forget the reward, can you reduce my sentence by a few days?"

The prisoner rubbed his hands and said, "My sentence is just over a month. Can I be released from prison in two days..."

There was a "clang" sound.

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Mo had already locked the door and left the cell.

Walking forward, Lin Mo checked several warehouses nearby.

It was found that just as the prisoner said, the warehouse doors were opened.

There are still prisoners in some cells.

Some of them were empty, without a soul in sight.

Most of the prisoners held in the East Ward have not committed serious crimes.

Most of them will be able to leave after being locked up for a few years.

But running out now would be equivalent to escaping from prison.

After being caught, the sentence will be increased.

However, if they are instigated by thoughtful people, many prisoners will easily become hot-headed and escape directly from the cell.

After all, everyone has a herd mentality.

Therefore, some people did not escape, either because they were timid or, like the prisoner just now, they were very clear-headed and were not deceived.

No matter what the reason was, not escaping would have saved him some trouble.

Lin Mo quickly closed the cell door.

Then he told the prisoner to be honest and continued to move forward.

When he was about to arrive at the prison guard's duty room, he suddenly smelled a strong smell of blood.

At this time, several screams were heard, mixed with gunshots.

Lin Mo's heart sank, he slowed down and slowly approached the duty room.

Soon, he saw a young prison guard lying in the corridor at the door.

Lin Mo liked this person.

His name is Ye Fan.

He is about the same age as himself.

He is usually very humble.

However, at this time, Ye Fan's face was covered in blood and there was a long wound on his forehead.

The skin at the wound was turned outwards and looked bloody.

His wide eyes were full of fear and despair.

Lin Mo took a breath and found that the person was dead.

In silence, he closed the other person's eyes.

There were two prisoners lying next to Ye Fan. His chest was bright red, and it was obvious that he had been shot to death.

As far as Lin Mo knew, no one in the entire East Prison District was equipped with firearms except Captain Gao Xin.

Only in the duty room was a gun placed just in case.

However, unless there are special circumstances, it generally cannot be used without authorization.

It doesn't even work to take it out and touch it.

Now it was clear that a critical moment had come, so someone took out the gun.

Lin Mo rummaged around.

No guns were found on any of the persons.

It has probably been snatched away.

At this time, he heard fighting sounds coming from inside.

I pushed the door open and saw bodies all over the ground.

There are prisoners and prison guards.

The lounge was like hell on earth, with blood stains everywhere.

The air was filled with a disgusting smell of blood.

Then, Lin Mo saw this scene.

One prisoner hit the prison guard on the head with a stolen baton.

"Boom!"

The prison guard suddenly started bleeding profusely.

He let out a shrill howl and fell to the ground in a daze.

"Uncle Zhang!"

Lin Mo's eyes were about to burst.

Heard movement at the door.

The people in the room looked up at the same time.

The three men were holding batons and their eyes were red.

His face was still stained with blood, making him look particularly ferocious.

"Is someone here to die again?"

The three of them looked at each other and grinned.

Uncle Zhang, who was lying on the ground, slowly turned his head to look at Lin Mo.

Using the last of his strength, he struggled to speak.

But large mouthfuls of blood foamed out of his mouth, making his voice muffled.

Although he couldn't hear what he was saying, Lin Mo could tell from his mouth shape that it was two words - "Run!"

After saying that, Uncle Zhang died directly.

His eyes were wide and he stared at Lin Mo intently.

Since using the "Three Poison Talisman" to improve my mood.

Lin Mo hasn't had much mood swings for a long time.

But when he watched Uncle Zhang die tragically in front of him, a strong emotion suddenly emerged in his heart - he wanted to kill someone!

Kill these damn bastards!

Lin Mo looked at the three of them indifferently.

It was like looking at three corpses.

His eyes were full of murderous intent!

The person closest to him was a short, fat young man.

Lin Mo remembered that the other party once asked for an extra bowl of rice porridge from him when delivering meals, but he did not give it to him.

The guy obviously remembered it too.

When he saw that it was Lin Mo, his eyes lit up, and then he laughed ferociously.

"On weekdays, I don't even give you an extra bowl of porridge if I ask for it. Today, things have finally changed..."

With that said, he took the blood-stained baton and rushed towards Lin Mo.

However, before he could pounce in front of Lin Mo.

The latter quickly raised his right foot.

"Oh!"

"what!"

The young man screamed.

The body was like a rag bag, flying backwards and hitting the table.

He rolled his eyes and fainted on the spot.

"Pooh!"

Lin Mo retracted his foot.

Go over and get the man off the table.

It was thrown on the ground like trash, without any emotion in my heart.

He is now at the second level of An Jin, and he also has Tongbei Fist and Dragon Tiger King Kong Jin in his hands.

No martial artist in an ordinary martial arts school could be his opponent, let alone these rogue beasts?

If he hadn't been worried about beating people to death with his fists and kicks.

When asked, it is difficult to explain the origin of his martial arts skills.

The kick just now was enough to kill the young man.

Then, he slowly turned his head and looked at the other two prisoners.