Chapter 148 Lou Youzhi returns to Beijing! People in the city are angry!

Author: My heart is still the same

Chapter 148 Lou Youzhi returns to Beijing! People in the city are angry!

There is nothing unusual about the sixth level of prison.

Because it looks like a serious prison, somewhat similar to the black prison at Senhu Prison.

There is a long corridor with cells on both sides and a vent on the top.

There were vines and other plants hanging down from the vents and covering the walls of the cell.

Just as the three old men said, the seventh floor was empty and no one existed.

Xu Chong stayed on this floor for fifteen days.

Fifteen days, 15 spiritual points!

"The agreement was for three years."

"In three years, there will be more than a thousand spiritual sources."

"It's far from enough..."

"Don't talk about immortality. Judging from the fact that the transformation of Yin Shen requires 50 spiritual sources, I am afraid that more than a thousand spiritual sources will not even reach the ninth transformation of Yang Shen."

"And even if you can reach the Nine Transformations of Yangshen, what will you be able to do?"

Xu Chong stood up and headed towards the end of the corridor without hesitation.

There is the entrance to the seventh floor.

Perhaps because he stayed on the sixth floor long enough, this time, Xu Chong did not make any mistakes and found himself in the seventh floor.

The hell-like scene suddenly came into view!

In an area of ​​more than a hundred square meters, red magma flows slowly, and four rocks with cages floating on it.

Hot, dry, depressing.

In just a short moment, Xu Chong was sweating profusely.

But it was in this hellish environment that an impassioned voice actually came out.

"The fire of the little edict is bright."

"Hot red slurry surges onto the rock."

"Fire consumes everything in the world."

"I, Lin, am the only one who laughs like crazy."

Xu Chong's heart tightened and he looked warily towards the source of the sound.

In one of the cages, there was a man with disheveled hair, whose face and age could not be seen clearly.

The man turned his back to this side, looking at the magma outside the cage, chanting loudly, feeling content.

Not surprisingly, the man who calls himself "Lin" is the most dangerous person in the world according to Dou Zi.

"Well, what a poem, what a poem, I have to write it down!"

The man smashed his mouth with satisfaction and turned around to look for stones.

When he turned around, he saw Xu Chong standing on top of the magma at the mouth of the vortex.

Eyes facing each other.

After a brief silence, the man said in a deep voice: "Has Emperor Qing finally lost his patience?"

Xu Chong ignored it. He just remained vigilant and his eyes wandered, looking for the food on the seventh floor.

He didn't make any extra preparations for going to the imperial prison this time. After being here for so many days, he also relied on the food in the imperial prison to survive until now.

For example, fruits, vegetables, fish and shrimps on the first layer, plant roots on the fourth layer, aquatic plants on the fifth layer, and vines on the sixth layer.

Without these things, he would still starve to death here.

As for the seventh floor...

It seems not.

Xu Chong frowned.

"Aren't you here to kill me?"

The man chuckled and said, "You can go, I've told you everything I know."

Xu Chong ignored it and walked on the lava to the nearest cage.

The seventh floor still had no restrictions on him. With a gentle push, the cage door opened.

However, the feedback of the slippery and soft touch made Xu Chong's heart move slightly and he moved closer.

It turned out that there was a thin layer of black plants attached to the railings of the cage, which should be some kind of moss.

Not just railings, walls, floors, etc.

Obviously, this is the only source of water in the seventh-level prison.

Xu Chong tore off a piece and put it in his mouth.

As soon as you take it into your mouth, a sharp bitterness explodes on the tip of your tongue.

Just for a moment, the entire face started to feel numb.

"Haha, fire moss is poisonous, but it won't cause death. It's a little too naive for you to try to impress me by committing suicide."

The man smiled disdainfully and said, "I, Lin Kuang, have been arrested for more than 20 years. What methods have you not used against me?"

Xu Chong ignored it and walked into the cell, closing the door behind him.

"Oh, are you imprisoned here?"

Lin Kuang continued, "Are you going to rely on time to build a relationship with me and trick me?"

"Don't be afraid to tell you, this trick has been used by others."

"It's just that the most ruthless one ran away after staying here for a month."

I don’t know if it’s dangerous or not, but I talk a lot.

Xu Chong was silent. He first cleaned out the fire moss on the stone bed, piled it beside the bed, and then sat on it by himself.

After the numbness on his face subsided slightly, he picked up another piece of fire moss and put it into his mouth.

The bitterness is okay, the main reason is that the astringency is really strong.

He suspected that if he took two or three liangs in a row, he would be able to self-anesthetize.

"Looking at your young age, why don't you listen to my advice?"

Lin Kuang shook his head and said no more. He felt for stones and began to write and draw on the ground.

The floor of his cell had long since lost any trace of fire moss.

It is densely covered with small characters, all of which have been overwritten and messy.

After a while, Lin Kuang finished writing and went back to lie down on the stone bed.

If Xu Chong takes a closer look, he will find that next to Lin Kuangxin's lame poem, there are four vigorous big characters

——Pilgrimage to the soul.

"It's a pity that there is only more than a year left."

Lin Kuang looked at the top of the cell with a sad expression, "I probably won't have a chance to see him."

…

…

On this day, Lou Youzhi's class teacher returned to the court.

The people praised each other and greeted each other in the streets.

The petals and red carpet were spread out for more than ten miles.

After all, there are people in the capital who have survived natural disasters and then turned around and changed their lives.

Under the exaggeration of these people, the court's disaster relief became an extremely sacred thing.

He was also full of respect for the relief messenger.

Naturally, a ceremony was formed to welcome the relief envoy back to Beijing.

But this time it seems a little different.

Why are all those officers and soldiers so listless, and some are even dodging and fearful?

Besides... when we left the capital, there should be more than just these people, right?

With doubts, the people watched the chief minister enter the palace to meet the saint.
To be continued...