Gongsun Yangzhi was very confident. He was very confident that the old guys in the prison would agree to his request, at least most people would agree because they were the same people as him.

They are all a group of "dead people", they are "dead people" that have been forgotten by this world and will never be mentioned again.

They had nothing, and there was nothing to lose. What they still had was just a life that was surviving. Even Gongsun Yangzhi was willing to sacrifice his life. How could those even crazier madmen not be able to sacrifice their life?

How can death in such a place be as dark as death in the vast world?

Jianghu, when he thought of these two words, Gongsun Yangzhi showed another smile on his face. How long has it been since he thought of these two words? Thinking about it now, the years in Jianghu in the past are still wonderful.

It should be said that no matter when, will the word "Jianghu" make people feel hot?

So he wanted to go crazy again and live like a man in the world.

Then, he died in that world.

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When Gongsun Yangzhi came to the depths of the Heavenly Prison again, as he expected, almost most of the people agreed to his request:

Take the poison he gave, and then use a golden prescription medicine to accompany him to the world and make a big fuss.

Gongsun Yangzhi picked out the ten people with the highest martial arts skills in his memory, watched them take poison, and then divided the medicine in the two medicine jars into ten, wrapped them in cloth bags, and handed them over.

These people were all fierce people who shocked the world in the world back then. Now that they were released from prison together, Gongsun Yangzhi could already imagine that the future world would be shaken.

It takes seven days for the golden prescription medicine to have effect. Therefore, Gongsun Yangzhi left another antidote to curb the poison attacks in these seven days, and he was ready to come again in seven days.

Just as he was about to leave, a prisoner who had not received the gold medicine suddenly stopped him and said.

"Hey, Gongsun, give me a poison too..."

Gongsun Yangzhi glanced at the prisoner deeply, nodded for a while, and threw a pill over.

"Take it, and seven days later, you will die here."

"Thank you." The prisoner took the poison and almost hesitated. He smiled bitterly, raised his head and swallowed it.

"It's nothing, just treat it as friendship in the world."

Gongsun Yangzhi replied lightly, standing on the crutch and leaving the Heavenly Prison.

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Because he is rich, Li Si has not done any business to help others in recent times. At most, he just occasionally sends letters to others.

Don’t be too small to send a letter to see such a small matter. The price of a letter he wants to send once is not low. After all, the name that will be achieved in two days is not just a talk.

Until this day, the widow from the cake shop in Chang'an City found him again.

"You mean, your child is lost again?"

Li Si looked at the woman in front of him with a wry smile, with a look in her eyes laughing and crying.

Why are there people who have lost their children every few days? I am so worried that I am too big.

"Yes, yes." The widow in the cake shop responded with red eyes, looking a little helpless.

"He went out in the morning. Ben said it was fun and then came back later, but he had not returned home when he arrived in Shen Shi. He even asked several neighbors nearby that he had never seen him. I was really worried and came to find Mr. I was so worried now that it was almost night. I asked Mr. to help me find him. Our family is only like this. If he loses me, he will really be unable to live. Please Mr.."

As he said that, the woman wanted to lean over and bow down. Fortunately, Li Si first reached out to support her, so she didn't let her kneel on the ground.

"Okay, OK, I will help you find it. You don't have to worry. Isn't it that night yet? Maybe he just got tired of playing and fell asleep. Last time he was like this, sleeping on the fruit trees in the suburbs of the city for a night before he didn't return all night. When I found him, he was still picking fruits from the tree. This child is very brave, but he is not an ignorant person. He won't run around with people. Just be content with it."

Li Si said as he took the woman into the hall and called Li Qing again and said.

"Qing'er, come and take care of the guests for me. I'll go out to do something."

Li Qing, who had heard clearly that Long Quzhi had come out, immediately ran over, held the woman, and said to Li Si.

"I understand, sir, go and I will take good care of the aunt."

"Yes." He looked at the woman helplessly again, Li Si nodded at Li Qing, and then jumped out of the villa.

The sky outside was a little dark, and it was already evening.

Li Si looked up at the sky where the clouds gathered. He thought it would rain later, so he had to speed up his journey.

And this day was the seventh day when Gongsun Yangzhi sent the medicine to the Heavenly Prison.

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The light in the aisle of the Tianzhuo is always very dark, and even with an oil lamp, it makes people feel a little gloomy.

Therefore, patrolling the prison at night is the errand that the jailers dislike the least.

But who asked them to be on duty here? As long as they were on the shift, they were unwilling to go to the heavenly prison for a few rounds.

"It's cold." A jailer walked in the dark prison room with a lantern.

Perhaps he felt a gust of cold wind blowing, and he shrank his neck and rubbed his somewhat stiff arms.

I don’t know why, but it was already in July and August, but the prison was still very cold.

I have to say that this is not a place for people to live in.

"Is it cold? I think it's okay." Suddenly, a sinister voice rang behind the prison guard.

"Who!" The jailer was startled and turned around with a lantern.

Then the next moment, he was stunned.

Because he saw a burly man nearly two meters tall, standing behind him, wearing a prison uniform, with a strange smile on his face, raised a palm and reached towards him.

"Save..." the jailer was about to shout, but the big hand was already covering his face.

As the man slowly exerted force, the jailer's lantern fell to the ground, and his legs began to kick and stomp around. His hands weakly tugged at the man's palm, his neck was red, and there was a weak whimper in his pinched mouth.

This struggle did not last long. It should be a few breaths that the prison guards in the hands of the great man had completely lost their voice.

His face was pinched into a ball, and blood flowed down the man's palm and dripped onto the ground, adding a bit of bloody smell to the rotten stinking in the prison.

"Stop playing." Behind the man, an old man with a crutch walked out of the shadow, and behind him were nine prisoners wearing prison uniforms and different expressions.

"Let's go." The old man knocked on his crutch, his eyes flashing with an indescribable light.

"It's time to let this world get to know us old people again."
Chapter completed!