Late at night, the prison guards of Songshan County jail went to sleep. Wu Shiyun, who was locked in the death row, was so anxious that he was desperate. Wu Shiyun looked at the oil lamp hanging on the walls of the death row prison. The two small oil lamps flashed, as if they could be extinguished at any time. Wu Shiyun's heart also beat tensely with the oil lamp. Although he was a killer, he was also afraid of darkness, and he was afraid that something he could suddenly jump out of the darkness. Only when he was lying in the darkness would he feel at ease. He liked to plot against others in the darkness, but did not like to be plotted against by others.

The oil lamps in the death row prison are always bright lights, and the jailers will not let the oil lamps go out, so as not to commit suicide. Before the approval of the Ministry of Justice came out, if a prisoner died in the prison, the jailers would be in trouble, and even the magistrate would not be able to take advantage of the magistrate. The men of the Ministry of Justice must find something to do, how can the men of the Ministry of Justice be disrespectful? Therefore, the jailers must ensure the personal safety of the prisoners. Even if he is an unforgivable death row prisoner, he will die after the verdict of the Ministry of Justice.

Wu Shiyun looked at Zheng Zhaozong who was sleeping soundly in the cell next door lying on broken boards and straws, and was anxiously sweating on his head, muttering: "This dead man, he is still in the mood to sleep there at the critical moment of life and death! If Tang Jiusheng and the others suddenly turn against each other tomorrow, we both have to move! A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall, how can we sleep peacefully in such a place?"

Wu Shiyun shook the iron shackles on his wrist, looking helpless. If it were normal, such iron shackles would not be difficult for him at all, but now, a small iron shackle wiped out his hope of escape. Because the acupoints were controlled, the internal strength of the qi was not used at all. Moreover, according to Xin Zhiping, he and Zheng Zhaozong were also infected with a strange poison. This poison was colorless and tasteless, specifically targeting first-class masters, causing the human martial arts realm to fall in a mess. Wu Shiyun believed this, because he had no choice but to face the first-class martial arts realm Shui Ruyue and Xiahou Lingyu!

Zheng Zhaozong was already snoring, and Wu Shiyun was very angry. This person was so heartless! Wu Shiyun sighed and thought to himself that if we were in the same room, as long as one of us could find a way to untie acupoint, we wouldn't be afraid. Wu Shiyun was nervously thinking about countermeasures, and suddenly remembered, how tired I was by myself, I might as well call Lao Zheng up and think about his ideas together.

Thinking of this, Wu Shiyun got up and stomped the railings of the prison, shouting loudly: "Old Zheng, you are going to be pushed out and beheaded, why are you sleeping? Old Zheng, you are going to be pushed out and beheaded! What are you sleeping? Old Zheng, you are going to be pushed out and beheaded! What are you sleeping?" After they were taken by the jailer, they were locked up in the death cell. The county government's death cell was not big, and there were only seven or eight people in total, so even if he shouted late at night, there were not many people waking up.

Across a cell, a death row prisoner who was awakened by a crying cursed: "You don't sleep in the middle of the night, what's the name of a ghost? If you call you Uncle Zhou, you will strangle you to death!" Wu Shiyun ignored him at all. What is a death row prisoner, and he can stop him from shouting? Wu Shiyun continued to shout, and the other death row prisoners were also awakened. They cursed Wu Shiyun regardless of the situation. Wu Shiyun continued to shout without hesitation, and when he was anxious, he had to scold him again. There was a quarrel in the death row prison.

Zheng Zhaozong, who was sleeping soundly, was finally awakened. When he heard that he was about to be pushed out and beheaded, he was shocked and quickly got up. He looked around and saw no one. Zheng Zhaozong let out a long sigh and shouted dissatisfiedly: "Old witch, why are you yelling at me? I didn't sleep in the middle of the night, and the sleepy demon was crazy? You fucked to sleep quickly and nourish your energy. If the spies from the Blood Shadow Hall find out where we are, the prince will definitely send someone to save us!"

Wu Shiyun whispered: "Old Zheng, you are not sleeping. It is better to beg for yourself than begging others! Who are we? A top expert? We have to wait for others to save us? Is it embarrassing?"

Zheng Zhaozong laughed and said, "Old witch,

You are so relaxed! We are locked in this prison, and the acupoints are damaged and poisoned. It is no different from ordinary people. It is hard to fly! I advise you not to mess around, eat well, accumulate energy, and find a way slowly! Don't worry, I'm sure that the prince knows our whereabouts and will definitely send someone to save us. A small Songshan County jail can still stop the killer of the Blood Shadow Hall? Tang Jiusheng can't stay in this little Songshan County for the rest of his life!"

Wu Shiyun sighed, "I said Lao Zheng, I heard that people have no future plans, so there must be immediate worries. Let's drag it here and wait for the prince to send someone to rescue him. What if the prince doesn't get our news? What if Tang Jiusheng suddenly changed his mind and wanted to behead us immediately? There are too many variables, so we can't wait here! Lao Zheng, don't sleep, if you sleep, you will really move your head. We have to find a way to escape! Is it important to have a life when sleeping?"

Zheng Zhaozong was annoyed and scolded: "Old witch, don't be foolish. We can't escape! The prison with a strong wall and iron wall is poisoned and acupunctured. We have no weapons and weapons, and the qi and energy cannot be exerted. Are you still expecting the prison guard to release us? Besides, with our current state, even if we escape by chance, we cannot use our martial arts skills. Isn't it the end of someone arresting us? Tomorrow hasn't arrived yet, do you know what will happen tomorrow? Maybe the county jail suddenly collapsed, so let's take the opportunity to run away! You, don't worry about it!"

Wu Shiyun is about to die, "Old Zheng, even if his aura is gone, we are still people who have been practicing martial arts for many years, right? How can we sit and wait for death?"

Zheng Zhaozong fell down again with a thunderous sound, fell on the broken wooden board, pillowing with straw, muttering, "Old witch, forget it, you're fucking, your head is gone, but it's a big scar. Eighteen years later, I'm a hero again, and I'm dreaming of Zhou Gong!" Zheng Zhaozong quickly snored again. Wu Shiyun almost hit the wall. Is this a pig teammate? He knows how to eat it except sleeping! Wu Shiyun was so anxious that he was in the prison and kept spinning around, thinking how did this man practice martial arts sixth in the world? He has no brains at all!

Wu Shiyun was so anxious that his hair was going white. What if Tang Jiusheng suddenly changed his mind tomorrow and wanted to kill him? What should I do? The knife handle was in someone's hands, and he could turn against him at any time. He might be chopped off at any time. Why didn't he be so stupid? Wu Shiyun kicked the railing of the prison angrily, and the big iron lock hanging on it roared. Wu Shiyun was tired of kicking, so he limped back to the broken wooden board and scolded Zheng Zhaozong, saying that he wanted to take a nap first and think about it later.

Wu Shiyun fell asleep in a daze. Suddenly, he heard Zheng Zhaozong yelling. Wu Shiyun woke up suddenly. With the faint light of the oil lamp, he saw Zheng Zhaozong rolling on the ground of the prison with his stomach in his arms, screaming repeatedly, "Ah! Old witch, call the prisoner, my stomach hurts! My stomach is about to hurt to death! Ah! Help! Old witch, call the prisoner, help!"

Zheng Zhaozong rolled on the ground constantly, in great pain. Wu Shiyun was also shocked and shouted loudly: "Prisoner! Jailer! Hurry up! Come and save people!" All the prisoners in the death row were awakened. Seeing Zheng Zhaozong rolling all over the ground, calling the sky and robbing the earth, afraid that he had committed some emergency illness, the death row prisoners quickly shouted at the prisoners. If someone died in the prison and they did not report, the prisoners would definitely deal with them. It is not scary to be killed, but what is scary is that life is worse than death by the prisoners.

After a long time, a tall and thin prison guard carried a knife, carried a lantern, and had a bunch of keys hanging on his waist. He pushed open the prison door and walked in with sleepy eyes. While yawning, he shouted dissatisfiedly: "What's the matter with you? Everyone didn't sleep for the middle of the night, what were they calling for?"

Wu Shiyun didn't know what disease Zheng Zhaozong had, so he had to shout: "My cousin, it's amazing! My friend, Lao Zheng, he's an emergency disease and is probably going to die! You should find a way to save him quickly.

He! Lao Zheng and I are both the key objects of the magistrate’s attention. Otherwise, if the magistrate asks Lao Zheng tomorrow and Lao Zheng is dead, that would be bad! We can’t explain it, right?"

The jailer lay on the railing, carrying a lantern to take a photo. He looked carefully at the ground rolling, sweating and a yellowish-faced Zheng Zhaozong could not speak, and Zheng Zhaozong was about to burp. This must not be pretending, but he must have had some sudden illness. The jailer was also busy and said that he could not let this person die here, otherwise it would be hard to explain when the magistrate asked! The jailer took off the key from his waist, opened the prison door, entered Zheng Zhaozong's room, carried the lantern, and carefully observed Zheng Zhaozong.

Zheng Zhaozong suddenly screamed, kicked his legs, foamed at the mouth, and fainted. The prison guard was also panicked, so he quickly stepped forward and pinched Zheng Zhaozong's people, and shouted, "Hey hey hey, what's wrong with you? Wake up, wake up! You can't die here even if you want to die, do you know?" Seeing that Zheng Zhaozong had not woken up after pinching the person, the prison guard was so panicked that he quickly opened the shackles on Zheng Zhaozong's hands and feet with the key, preparing to set him out of a blank room and ask the doctor to treat him.

Wu Shiyun was also very anxious. If Lao Zheng died here, it would be a disaster. If he died, he would have no helper. It would be so lonely! Why is this guy Lao Zheng getting an emergency? Is it poisonous in supper? Wu Shiyun was so scared that he was shocked. Tang Jiusheng, a kid, wouldn't he be so bad, right? Wu Shiyun lay on the railing, staring at Zheng Zhaozong, afraid that he would die.

The jailer suddenly let out a muffled groan, his body tilted, and he fell down. Wu Shiyun was stunned. Then Zheng Zhaozong sat up and caught the lantern before the lantern in the jailer's hand fell to the ground. Zheng Zhaozong twisted his neck and laughed: "I said old witch, aren't you yelling to go out? We can't use our internal strength, and can't use our brains?"

It turned out that Zheng Zhaozong was pretending to be asleep, and he was also thinking hard about countermeasures. Wu Shiyun was very happy, "Old Zheng, please help me quickly and open up my shackles! If you want to escape, we have to hurry up. There are so many dreams!"

Zheng Zhaozong took off the waist knife and key from the prison guard, walked out of the room, came to Wu Shiyun's room, tried one by one, and finally found the key and released Wu Shiyun. The two of them untied each other's acupoints and restored their internal strength. They were very happy! The death row prisoners locked next door were anxious, "Hey, two heroes, you have gone out, save us too! This prison is also fate!"

Zheng Zhaozong carried the jailer's single sword and went to the prison door. He cut off the iron lock, then cut off the shackles on the death row prisoners and smiled and said, "Mr. Zheng has saved you today, don't forget to provide Mr. Zheng with a tablet of immortality!" The death row prisoners thanked him very much. Zheng Zhaozong and Wu Shiyun quickly took these death row prisoners to open the prison door, for fear that the prisoners outside would leak the news. When they came out, they saw that several prisoners outside were drunk one by one and all of them were drunk.

Wu Shiyun wanted to kill these prisoners, but Zheng Zhaozong stopped him, "Hey, old witch, why are you so cruel? If you kill like this, they are still drunk and there is no pain at all. What's the point of dying like that? You have to let them live. Get up tomorrow morning and the prisoners are running away. What's the punishment they will be? That's not much fun than killing them?"

The two of them left the prison gate with the death row prisoners, and when they looked up at the sky, there were stars everywhere. Although it only took a few hours since they were imprisoned in the prison, Wu Shiyun still seemed to be a different life after they escaped from prison. Zheng Zhaozong watched the death row prisoners leave the prisoners and fled in all directions, and soon disappeared into the night. Zheng Zhaozong patted Wu Shiyun's shoulder and laughed: "Release all the death row prisoners, tomorrow morning they will search the death row prisoners all over the city. How lively! Uncle Zheng is so happy to think about it! Ah hahahaha..."

Wu Shiyun thought in his heart that this boy named Zheng looks honest and honest on the outside, but is actually extremely cunning! He is even more sinister than me, no wonder he can practice martial arts to the sixth place in the world.
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