When Liu Qingyun stood at the door of Linzhou Prefecture Prison, he had never been so close to the underworld.

Every spring and autumn, the death row prisoners who were pulled out of the prison to be executed were never less than double digits, ranging from twenty or thirty to sixty or seventy, but this is not the most terrifying place in the prison.

Every year, there are always more prisoners who die in the prison, commit suicide or other reasons, than those who are officially executed. The plague seven years ago took away the lives of 83 prisoners in one breath. Liu Qingyun has heard his colleagues talk about this great plague many times, saying that even the head of the prison in the prison could not understand. How many of these 83 prisoners actually died of illness.

First of all, Liu Qingyun did not see the dark iron gate of the Mansion Prison, but smelled the suffocating odor of the Mansion Prison, which was rotten and desperate. He had brought so much death breath. He was about to hold his breath when two men pushed in.

The big ties made his slender hands bleeding, and the shackles made him feel even more panicked.

The aisles were filled with all kinds of garbage, and I don’t know how many years have not been cleaned, so there is nowhere to put it in. From the door locks to the walls, there is purple and black blood everywhere that cannot be washed.

The eight men carrying waist knives pushed Liu Qingyun hard, and from time to time he even fisted, so that he had no chance to think and just moved forward numbly. But the only thing that made him feel relieved was that the purple gold bell was still tied to his chest.

He did not notice that there were two middle-aged men watching him interestingly on the side of the aisle, one of which was the chief constable who personally arrested him into the prison.

He had no room for thinking. He had heard of some horrible things in the prison, but only by being in this hell personally can he know that those words cannot describe the horrible things in the prison.

The prison doors were opened one by one and closed again. The prisoners hit the thick wooden prison door hard, carefully looking at the too-weak new inmate, and welcomed him with strange calls.

Liu Qingyun mustered up the courage. He saw the evil man with scars on his face smiling at him. He saw the smile of the old man with white hair sneered gloomy, and he also saw the patient lying on the straw and struggling dying...

At this moment, he had seen more sentient beings than he had added up in the first nineteen years, and the constable's words made his face pale: "Take it to the death penalty!"

Liu Qingyun clearly understood that there was no trace of sunshine in the death row, but the morning light and moon flowing golden bells needed the morning sunshine.

But Liu Qingyun didn't know how sinister his situation was. The situation was a hundred times worse than his worst thought.

On the Eight Immortals Table in the Secret Room of the Chief Constable Ding Zhao, there is everything about Liu Qingyun.

The portrait of Liu Qingyun in the middle of the Eight Immortals Table is almost the same size as himself. It is drawn vividly and vividly, almost no different from a real person.

The table lists Liu Qingyun's life in detail, from his birth date to Huang Bo of the registered population, from the academy's test to the self-reported statement of Liu Qingyun's entry, they even know something that Liu Qingyun himself didn't know. The chief chief Ding Zhao has comments on the Ye County Magistrate's evaluation of Liu Qingyun. It took less than a day to find so many materials until he selected Liu Qingyun yesterday afternoon.

In fact, they selected Liu Qingyun and the six previous dead people from 672 goals. As long as they became their targets, Liu Qingyun would never be able to walk out of the prison gate alive.

Ding Zhao and Zhan Yeyu knew everything about Liu Qingyun. He just celebrated his 19th birthday two months and seven days ago. However, according to the documents obtained from Wenpo, Liu Qingyun made up his birthday mistakenly. His real birthday was after those two days.

Liu Qingyun is now a book office in Ye County Government, responsible for copying official documents. Both parents died and had no worries - this was originally very abnormal.

However, his life was like melting snow, exposed to the ambitions of the conspirators.

His father, a low-ranking officer, died in a border war with his mother, and Liu Qingyun, who was orphan, was given special care by Daqi.

For this reason, he had just finished elementary school and was arranged to study at a Jinyuan Mansion academy for four years. Then he successfully used the status of this orphan to obtain the position of copying official documents in the county government of Ye County.

For Ding Zhao and Zhan Yeyu's conspiracy, this is more beneficial. The previous target caused a big storm due to the rebound of his family. Moreover, Liu Qingyun has always been easy to understand and has little words. His relationship with his colleagues is lukewarm. Apart from occasionally searching for some books, there are no activities worth mentioning.

The conspirators even felt that they knew the young man better than their colleagues who had been with him for years.

My colleagues’ impression of him is a young man who is a little unemployed. He has a specialty in copying documents, but he spends too much time reading idle books. He usually has two books in his arms and wastes time on idle books when he has free time. However, everyone admits that he has some talent in this regard.

From "Baowu Chronicles", "Shiyi Ji", "Qiaogong Ji" to "Yexian Chronicles", he has a good understanding of books, astronomy and geography, especially the bronze inscriptions and bird seals, which has a bit of a master's style. Zhan Yeyu requires his talent in this area.

In the secret room, Ding Zhao once again assured Zhan Yeyu: "I have cleaned up hundreds of such little guys. Zhan Zhenren, he is in my palm!"

Zhan Yeyu smiled happily: "What kind of crime should we give him?"

Death cell is the most terrifying place in every prison. When I think of this, the blood in Ding Zhao's chest was boiling.

Although he thought that Zhan Yeyu had made a huge mistake in this matter, a cultivator was able to deal with a young man, so why did he mobilize a lot of troops? Zhan Yeyu for some reason, and firmly disagrees with his opinion, and mobilizes all to pick up these little people.

But he liked this feeling, thinking of the weak boy struggling, resisting, and despairing in the dark dead cell, watching the young life decay in an instant.

No one would deliver food to him. The little clerk who had been in the death cell for more than two hours should be starving now, but he didn't even drink a sip of water. What's more terrifying than the cold and dark death cell was his inmates.

He knew what a terrible group of hungry wolves were. They committed so many crimes, murder, robbery, rape... They did all the bad things in the world. When they thought of the butcher with thirteen lives on their hands, Ding Zhao couldn't help but breathe a breath.

How could he do this killer? He also knows how these scumbags would treat his inmates.

However, when the weak little civil servant was trapped in such a hell, and was hungry and tired, he might not even have any soul. When he sent it to the tiger bench, his mother would definitely not recognize him.

He felt that the passion that had passed away for a long time had returned. He watched the corridor become narrower and darker, everything was faint, only the weak voice kept in his ears.

The prison doors were opened one after another, and the prison doors were closed again. The lamp was like soybeans. Under the glimmer of light, the breath of death became heavier and heavier: "Master Chief Captain, the death penalty has arrived!"

The prison door of the death row is open.

Ding Zhao unconsciously had a smug smile on his face, and he wanted to appreciate the appearance of the little civil servant.

When he saw Liu Qingyun's clean and weak face, his smile suddenly frozen.

Liu Qingyun's complexion was much better than when he was thrown into the death row. It was obvious that he had washed his face, and he was also grabbing a piece of sugarcane in his hands, chewing with relish, and his mouth was filled with sugarcane bagasses he had eaten.

In the dark death row, this is the most precious treasure. Seeing Liu Qingyun's enthusiasm, Ding Zhao felt a basin of cold water poured down. After closer inspection, he almost burst into anger.

The dozen death row prisoners in the death row knew that their days were over. They always formed cliques and were unwilling to obey the rules. They even scared a new one to death. But today they were all obedient and obeyed the posts, sitting on the ground like a newborn child who had just entered school. The scumbag who had thirteen lives even had a smile on his face.

What's even more annoying is that the thief in the same room as Liu Qingyun has now become Liu Qingyun's servant, pounding his back and offering fresh fruits.

Where did the sugarcane come from? Ding Zhao immediately figured it out, and it must have been handled by himself.

The prisoners in the death penalty know that they will die, so they are very generous in their money and always want to enjoy more of the beauty of the world. Therefore, the first thing Ding Zhao did after taking office was to allow the prisoners to carry some legal fruits to comfort the dead prisoners. Of course, every smuggling must be approved by the Chief Constable. Any illegal entrainment will be punished by Ding Zhao the most severely.

Now these legal fruit and desserts are placed in front of Liu Qingyun like a bunch of hills. If you don’t understand, you will really think that this weak boy is the boss in this death row.

Seeing Liu Qingyun's relaxed appearance, Ding Zhao only felt that these death row prisoners were extremely evil. He slammed the prison gate with a "snap" and said: "Liu Qingyun, you are a human-faced and beast-hearted thing, haven't you admitted your crime?"

Liu Qingyun shook his hand, but he did not forget to stuff the sugarcane into his mouth. After chewing it, he raised his head and said, "I am innocent, why are you guilty of being innocent!"

The eyes are as clear as snow.

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