Qi Tian looked at the dozen or so ugly freaks who had gathered around him. He stood at the door of the cell with his fists clenched tightly. The bearded man among the dozen or so freaks was enough for him to drink a pot.
The monk, the one-eyed dragon with the box gun, and five or six people with special looks. Qi Tian knew that these five or six people must have something unique, otherwise they would not be locked up in this dark prison.
It’s here, so Qi Tian would be lying if he said he wasn’t nervous now. His palms were already dripping with sweat inadvertently.
"Boy, it's for your own good that you stay here. If you go out, you'll die. Why don't you practice with me here? Maybe in a few hundred years, you can really cultivate the great path!" The old man sat there and continued to persuade Qi Tian.
When Qi Tian heard the old man talking about hundreds of years, his head was getting bigger. It would be better to die directly if he stayed here for hundreds of years. So Qi Tian had the courage to say to the old man unreasonably: "Old man, I am your disciple."
Grandson, you can’t let me live here for the rest of my life, because I don’t have an elder like you!”
"Haha, do you admit that you are my disciple now? It's too late, my brothers have been itchy recently, just wait to be beaten!" The old man burst out laughing.
"Old man, since you are unreasonable, don't blame me for being rude. Let me tell you, I will kill all these people within three minutes. Do you believe it?" Qi Tian leaned against the cell door and began to scare.
"Damn, brat, we'll almost kill you in three minutes!" The bearded man cursed disdainfully.
"Qi Tian, right? If I tell you who are the people standing in front of you, I wonder if you still dare to say such nonsense!" The old man narrowed his eyes slightly, looking like a fox.
"Humph, there is no good person anyway, and good people will not be imprisoned here!" Qi Tian replied with a cold snort.
"Haha, listen up, kid. Let me start with the big beard!" The old man seemed to be thinking about the language. He paused and continued: "The ancestors of the big beard were first-class sword guards during the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty. Dear
He was given an imperial coat and the acupuncture method passed down from his ancestors. In Big Beard’s generation, only Big Beard is left. Big Beard went to England 20 years ago and killed more than 20 foreign devils, but the whole of Britain could not catch him. "Old man.
I won’t go into detail here.
"Oh, I didn't expect the bearded man to be a noble, but wasn't he also arrested?" Qi Tian said sarcastically.
"Fart, if it wasn't for the country, do you think they would catch the bearded man?" The old man glared and cursed Qi Tian.
Qi Tian was scolded by the old man, and he didn't know what to say for a moment. Logically speaking, the bearded man should be a patriotic person, so Qi Tian could only endure the scolding by the old man.
"Let me talk about the eight-mole face again!" The old man looked at the face of the monk. Just as he was about to continue, he was interrupted by the monk: "I said old man, what do you say about me? It's not worth mentioning, it's all in the past.
Damn it, I forgot about it a long time ago!"
"Huh, today I'm going to teach this kid a good lesson and educate him, a guy who doesn't know the heights of heaven and earth!" The old man glanced at Qi Tian, the disdain in his eyes made Qi Tian feel very uncomfortable.
"Ba Mole Lian is a descendant of an ancient martial arts family in China. He has performed many missions overseas for the country. He came here voluntarily!"
"I won't say much about the one-eyed dragon. He participated in the Vietnam War and that eye was left on the battlefield in southern Xinjiang. He was later condemned to be sent here for killing prisoners."
"The King of Thieves, he has stolen many Chinese cultural relics from American museums. There is no lock in the world that he cannot open!" When the old man said King of Thieves, Qi Tian looked specifically at the King of Thieves. Qi Tian discovered that this King of Thieves
There is only one right hand left, and the left arm is completely gone.
"The Faceless Ghost, we all call him the Faceless Ghost because his face was burned by the fire, leaving only scars. He is an out-and-out bomb expert."
Within the next ten minutes, the old man introduced the other people to Qi Tian one by one. Qi Tian discovered that the people in this prison can be said to be unique in the world. With the special abilities of these dozen people, they can
The whole world is in turmoil. Three old lunatics who committed Internet economic crimes. Together, the three of them defrauded the National Bank of the United States of more than 20 billion U.S. dollars. The money has not been recovered yet.
The most noteworthy thing for Qi Tian is a middle-aged man in his forties. This man is not particularly special, but he has a pair of particularly triangular eyes. The light radiating from his eyes makes Qi Tian even...
Dare to face him head on, but the old man just said one sentence when introducing him, calling him the murderer king.
After more than ten minutes of introduction, the old man finally stopped, and then said to Qi Tian in a slow tone: "Everyone here can go out, but they can't go out? Do you know why?" The old man is rich.
Qi Tian didn't know how to answer the profound question for a while. "Yes, these people can escape from this dark and damp cell with their own skills, but why don't they get out?" Qi Tian thought of this and silently faced it.
The old man shook his head and said he didn't know.
"Humph, idiot, you don't know this. They know nothing except using their own skills. Do they still continue to kill and steal after they go out?"
"Okay, old man, why are you talking so much? What do you think this kid should do?" the monk asked impatiently.
"Well, let him decide whether to stay or go." The old man sighed and waved his hand to about ten people, meaning that there was no need to fight.
"Damn, it's boring. I've been listening to you talking nonsense for a long time." The bearded man cursed and sat on the bed.
At this time, Qi Tian was deeply moved by the old man's words. What does it mean that these people who only make a living by killing and stealing can sacrifice their lives and stay in this dark prison? It shows that they have great wisdom.
They have seen through life or death. They know that they will harm society and the country when they go out, so they are willing to stay here and wait for death. What kind of spirit is this?
When Qi Tian thought of this, he suddenly felt a little sore in his nose. He had not cried in eighteen years, and at this moment, he suddenly felt the desire to cry. He wanted to cry, and he wanted to cry for these dozen people with great wisdom.
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"If I am really an evil star, I will really bring disaster to the world. I am willing to stay!" Qi Tian finally mustered up the courage to take a step forward. This step means that he will never leave this ghost place in this life.
, this step will represent the end of his wonderful life in the future.
"Good boy, you are worthy of being a heir of the Holy Sect!" After receiving Qi Tian's reply, the old man clapped his hands happily, while the dozen or so people looked at the old man with disdain.
"This has nothing to do with the heirs of the Holy Sect. I was moved by them and stayed here. They are my real men, real men!" Qi Tian looked around and looked at all the ugly people, and suddenly thought of something in his heart:
I know someone who said, "A person's beauty does not lie in his appearance, but in his soul. No matter how ugly a person is, as long as he has great wisdom, he is the most beautiful person in the world!"
"Boy, I really feel sad for you. Alas, the torture of hell is coming again..." The Eight-Mole Face shook his head and sighed to express his sympathy to Qi Tian. His words undoubtedly told Qi Tian,
Survival here requires torture!
"Eight mole face, you are the only one who talks a lot, right?" The old man glared at the eight mole face, then turned to Qi Tian with a smile and said: "Qi Tian, since you have decided to stay, then I will too.
Let me tell you the truth." When the old man said this, he stopped, showed his fox-like smile and remained silent.
"What's the truth? I'll stay here and wait to die, or I'll be beaten to death by you, no matter what, it's the same!" Qi Tian has now shown that a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water, but there is a faint suspicion in his heart, that is, what the old man said
After all, it seemed a bit impossible for him to spend the rest of his life here, so Qi Tian could only pretend to be in his heart and see what the old man wanted to do.
"Haha, okay, that's good, but I won't let you die..." The old man moved after saying this. Before Qi Tian could react, the old man quickly removed all the joints of Qi Tian's limbs.
Come down!
"Ah..." The painful howl came from a hundred meters underground in Tilanqiao, and Qi Tian would also spend an inhuman torment in this prison for a year in his life.
