Chapter 894 894. Do You Want to Light the Fire Stick or Me (4000 Words, Two in One)

The origin of prisons can be traced back to ancient times. Prisons are thresholds or caves where primitive people domesticated wild animals. After the clan society, they were used to detain captives and drive them to work. After the country came into being, as part of the state apparatus, prisons also came into being.

A few rays of the setting sun shone there, but were swallowed by the boundless darkness, without a single ripple on the dilapidated mud wall, it was like a coffin sitting in this remote corner, short and full of depression, there is The prison where no one cares about the Zhatian Gang.

This seems to be a corner forgotten and spurned by the world, separated by a wall, bright outside the wall, rotten inside the prison, bright and ironic.

The rocks around the prison building are white, and the tree trunks are also white. This is to prevent the prisoners from escaping from the prison. The rocks and trees are painted white, and there is nowhere to hide even in the dark.

The walls around the prison building are very high, at least 20 meters high, and they are tighter than the slag hole. On the top of the wall, you can faintly see ferocious barbs to prevent prisoners from climbing up.

It was late at night, and from time to time, there was a slight cold wind blowing in from the gap in the wall, rubbing out the miserable harmony of "woo... woo...", blowing up the dust that fell on the ground, floating in mid-air, filling the entire dungeon, mixed with The smell of sourness, corruption, and decay penetrated into the psychology of every prisoner, and the fear was inexplicable.

In this quiet evening, a sudden jingle or a prisoner's unwilling roar is like waking up the ghosts and ghosts that have been sleeping for many years, and it hurts people's eardrums. Only the darkness that penetrates into the heart is your eternal partner!

Yang Ming walked into the prison alone, and went to the dungeon set up underground in the prison.

"Tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat!"

A sound of footsteps echoed in the deep and narrow corridor.

Hearing the movement outside, the prisoners in the prison on both sides of the corridor raised their heads at the same time. Through their uncombed long hair, they stared at Yang Ming who was passing by with numb pupils. , has long lost the yearning for freedom, like a walking dead.

It is impossible for every force to be bright forever. The more glamorous it looks on the surface, the darker side is unimaginably dark.

Most of the prisoners imprisoned here are people who are hostile to the Zhatian Gang, some are members of the sect, some are nobles and officials in the empire who are dissatisfied with the existence of the Zhatian Gang, and some are enemies captured in the previous war. Army soldiers, and even a small part of them are civilians, but they were secretly arrested and imprisoned here because they spread rumors that were not good for the Zhatian Gang.

Each prison cell is a rectangular room, three meters long and two meters wide, with two windows, and a toilet with peeling plaster against the wall. Most of the space is covered with a thin quilt, which has already become moldy and smelly because it has not been exposed to the sun all year round, exuding an unbreathable smell.

The ground of these cells is much lower than the land outside, even lower than the moat, so it is very humid, only one or two small windows can let light through, and the windows are opened on the high side. The prisoner raised his hand In a place that can't be reached, the light from the window is very weak, even at noon, it is barely there, and in the evening, the other places in the Zhatian Gang's resident have not yet darkened, and this place has long since become dark. Into pitch black.

Only the candles at the door of the cell were still flickering. From the dim light, one could faintly see the rusted iron fence and the blackened floor.

Every prisoner wears shackles and chains to prevent them from escaping, and at the same time, in order to prevent them from using their soul power, everyone is temporarily sealed from the flow of soul power in their bodies.

Yang Ming glanced out of the corner of his eye. In the third cell on the left, there were still two gray bones left in the iron fist of a pair of shackles. They were probably human leg bones. There was another prisoner in the cell. He got a little fat, and it looked like he was eaten by him.

Yang Ming went deep all the way, according to his strength before he was imprisoned, the stronger the prisoner, the more he was imprisoned in the depths of the dungeon.

Once the beast god Ditian was granted this honor, he was imprisoned in the deepest part of the dungeon alone, and there was no prisoner in the nearby prison.

But now, it was Zi Ji's turn to enjoy this treatment.

The prison where Ziji was in had no lights, not even windows, it was pitch black, and she couldn't see the sky, the ground, or herself.

Rats, cockroaches, and geckos crawled around in the dark, making "swishling" noises. Ziji is also a woman. She is not afraid of powerful enemies, but she is afraid of disgusting creatures such as mice and cockroaches. One hugged his legs and curled up in the corner of the wooden bed.

For other prisoners, these mice, cockroaches, and geckos are rare and delicious snacks, but for Zi Ji, they are creatures that she absolutely does not want to see. Every time she hears a mouse, she always feels nervous. The rat seemed to be trying to grab her intentionally, and it crawled up to her spine and jumped onto her shoulders, making it tremble with fright, changing its position constantly, trying to get rid of the rat on its body.

Zi Ji was so focused on dealing with the mice that she didn't even notice Yang Ming's footsteps.

Perhaps, she had already prepared in her heart, so even if she noticed it, she pretended not to hear it.

The smell in the dungeon is weird, it is the damp after the rain and the smell of dried blood. The whole corridor space is very dark, only a few oil lamps on both sides flicker faintly, and when the wind blows, two lamps go out. The sun is not visible, and even the air is turbid. A normal person can't bear it after staying for a while. Those who are imprisoned here may not be able to get out for the rest of their lives. So here is not only the smell of damp and blood, but also a smell of death. breath.

Yang Ming paused outside Ziji's cell, reached into his arms and took out the key, inserting it into the rusty keyhole.

"Crack!"

The door opened, and Yang Ming stepped into the prison.

It wasn't until this moment that Zi Ji stopped her busy work and turned her head stiffly. Those charming eyes that were usually full of charm looked at Yang Ming with deep anxiety and fear at this moment.

Only by staying by Yang Ming's side can one deeply understand Yang Ming's horror.

Yang Ming's horror is not because of his high strength with almost no bottlenecks, but because of the seemingly endless cards. Whenever people around him think that they know Yang Ming well, Yang Ming can always take out an alternative card. His hole card came out, which made everyone look at him with admiration.

Previously, in order to protect Wang Qiuer, Zi Ji was forced to stay by Yang Ming's side for a period of time. She was a witness who watched him step into the Dragon God ruins where he had a near-death experience, and complete the almost impossible Dragon God Nine Trials step by step.

To say that Zi Ji is not afraid is a complete self-deception.

Ziji understood that in front of Yang Ming's strange pupils, no one could keep a secret. She only hoped that before she revealed the secret, Tang San had already taken Wang Qiu'er away and returned to the Star Dou Great Forest.

Zi Ji pressed her plump and sexy lips tightly, and said:

"Yang Ming, kill me, I won't say anything!"

Yang Ming looked at the beauty in front of him whose shoulders were trembling with fear, and who was still stubbornly raising her head, the corners of her lips curled slightly, and said:

"Let me guess, Wang Qiu'er has returned to the Star Dou Great Forest, right?"

Hearing this, Zi Jifang's heart trembled, even her trembling eyes had already betrayed the thoughts in her heart.

Regarding Ziji's possibility of taking Wang Qiuer away, Yang Ming had already prepared in his heart. The reason why he kept Wang Qiuer and Ziji by his side was to wait for today.

Because, he wanted to find an excuse to completely calm the hidden dangers of the Star Dou Forest!

At the beginning, the Beast God Ditian led millions of soul beasts to invade the Tiandou Empire. Although Yang Ming led the army to win the battle and captured all the leading beasts alive, after all, a million soul beasts is not a small number. Many soul beasts fled back to the Star Dou Forest.

Due to the heavy losses of the Heaven Dou Empire army and the Heaven Exploding Gang, as well as the fact that the incidents of the sea spirit beasts in the southeast coast and the land spirit beasts in the extreme north had not subsided, Yang Ming could only choose to withdraw his troops temporarily at that time, so he did not kill them all.

But this does not mean that Yang Ming will spare the soul beasts in the Star Forest.

Even if Yang Ming couldn't kill all the soul beasts in the Star Dou Forest because the soul masters needed to hunt them down, he should at least capture them all, imprison them in the zoo, and bring them under control.

Otherwise, if these soul beasts can be bullied by the Heaven Dou Empire and the Zhatian Gang, they will not follow suit in the future. If this is the case, there will be no peace in the future.

Having said that, perhaps Yang Ming never even dreamed that there was actually Tang San's shadow in the kidnapping of Wang Qiu'er.

Regarding Wang Qiu'er being kidnapped, Yang Ming was happy to see it for a long time, so he didn't use the moon reading ability of the kaleidoscope's Sharingan to read the thoughts in Ziji's mind.

Seeing Zi Ji in panic, Yang Ming leisurely took out a long and thick fire stick from the Youhaina ring, and with a pinch of his fingertips, Qinglian's heart fire ignited the end of the fire stick. Crimson fireworks ignited in the smoke.

Seemingly aware of Yang Ming's malicious intentions, Zi Ji folded her arms around her chest, curled up in a corner timidly, and said anxiously:

"You... what do you want to do to me?"

"What am I going to do?" Yang Ming tilted his head, looked at the ragged woman in front of him, with a beautiful figure that could not be concealed, and made people feel the rush of blood, and said, "You take Wang Qiu'er away as punishment." , I will of course punish you."

"Tell me, the fire stick or my stick, which one do you choose?"

Yang Ming raised the fire stick and slammed it in front of Zi Ji, the hot breath of the flame rushed towards his face, reflecting two blushes of coquettish beauty on Zi Ji's beautiful and heavenly face.

At this moment, the system jumped out at any time to break the beautiful atmosphere.

"Ding!"

"Congratulations to the host for saying the classic lines of the Healing Hero Kayal who restarted life as a recovery warlock, and won a chance to draw a lottery. Do you want to start the lottery roulette?"

"no!"

Yang Ming made a choice without even thinking about it.

Speaking of it, the restarting life of the recovery warlock is a very "inspirational" and very "healing" new show recently. It is about the warrior warlock traveling through time and space to go back to the past and live a "passionate" life with his friends. Everywhere is full of "love" and "joy".

The world power level of the entire recovery warlock is very low, and the only thing that Yang Ming can look forward to is the gemstone owned by the Demon King, which contains the power to travel through time and space, and is said to have the power to make wishes come true.

It's just that the probability of getting this kind of treasure is too low, and even if you get this gem, after coming to the world of Douluo Continent, the effect will be greatly reduced, so Yang Ming naturally didn't put it in it. in the eyes.

With such thoughts flashing through his mind, Yang Ming looked at Zi Ji again.

"Well, if you haven't made a choice, then I'll help you make a choice."

The light from the end of the fire stick reflected Zi Ji's rippling colored contact lenses, but she saw her two slender thighs rubbing uneasily for a moment, as if she was about to refuse.

Yang Ming leaned forward, covered Zi Ji's moist lips, and threw her down on the wooden bed.

There was no one to hold the fire stick, and it fell on the blackened floor. The fire was turned off after a while, and the entire dungeon was plunged into darkness again.

At midnight in early spring, the wind withers the green trees.

Between the sky and the earth, the fallen trees are rustling.

In the secret room that seemed to be a prison, there was a sudden and abundant spring.

The spring moon seemed to be overwhelmed by the shame, but was gently covered by the black clouds, and the fish in the pond seemed to be overwhelmed by the dryness, and were swallowed by the clear water with a "plop", and then swam among the dark water plants.

The long night passed, and the dungeon gates reopened.

Yang Ming was dressed neatly and walked out of the dungeon calmly. Behind him was a plump woman lying limp on the wooden bed like ooze, as if she had just been fished out of the sea. She was dripping with sweat, and even her hair was dripping wet. on the shoulders.

Zi Ji leaned against the wall, panting heavily, her face was not sure whether it was tired or satisfied, she showed a blushing expression, her disheveled temple hair set off that beautiful face, which made people move their index fingers, she was red Her lips were moist, and she looked down at the torn clothes on the ground, with extremely complicated emotions brewing in her heart.

At this moment, Yang Ming's footsteps were suddenly heard, and a sentence came lightly:

"From now on, you will be my slave."

Leaving this sentence behind, Yang Ming's figure gradually drifted away, gradually disappearing at the end of the dungeon corridor, and disappeared in the sight of Ziji's sad eyes.

"Slave?"

Zi Ji stroked the bruise on her arm, and she could still feel some pain until now.

As for her current fate, Zi Ji had realized from the moment she agreed with Tang San to jointly rescue Wang Qiu'er, she is not dead now, but just becoming Yang Ming's slave, maybe it is a better result .

Zi Ji lay down on the plank bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, and thought to herself:

"I hope that after Qiu'er returns to the Star Dou Great Forest, the Lord's injury can heal faster."