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561. Chapter 560 Emergency situation [2]

Han San and the jailer looked very surprised.

It seems like something important happened.

After Han San went out, a messenger in black came. Han San respectfully took a large number of scrolls from the messenger's hands.

"Are the rules clear?" The messenger in black said indifferently.

Han San nodded and bowed very respectfully, "It's clear, it's clear..."

"If things go wrong, the master will definitely blame you. You should be very clear about the master's methods."

Han San agreed, "Yes, yes, I know what to do."

The messenger in black didn't even look at him, and then left quickly, hiding in the dark night.

Han San held the scroll and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Every time he talked to the messenger, he always felt inexplicably nervous. He didn't know whether it was because of his master or because he was more bully and afraid of evil.

The jailer dogleg came over, concerned about Han San, "Third Master, the envoy is here, do I have anything good to say to you?" After being with Han San for so long, he still understands Han San somewhat.

, Han San always thinks about promotion every day, and is no longer willing to be just a little boss in charge of prisoners.

Every time the envoy came, Han San was respectful and flattering as much as he wanted. But every time the envoy couldn't listen, he kept doing what he should.

Han San turned around and stared at him. He was worried that he had nowhere to vent his fear. When he saw the jailer coming, he finally found someone to vent to. He immediately kicked him and said, "What a shame!"

The jailer was very aggrieved, but he did not dare to say a word, so he had to bear it silently and retreat to the side.

Seeing that it was almost dawn, Han San returned to the newly entered cell with a pile of scrolls in his arms. The jailer followed behind him bitterly, and came to the relatively large empty hall in the middle of the cell. Han San called

Three jailers.

He laid out the scrolls in his hand on the square table one by one and looked at them slowly. There were twenty scrolls in total, with twenty people transformed into them. The lives of the people in the portraits were also marked on the lower right side of the scrolls.

After watching for a while, Han San felt that three jailers were not enough manpower, so he called in two more.

"Take these scrolls and follow me to check them out."

Han San took the lead and took the lead.

The jailer behind him was holding four scrolls. Every time Han San passed by a cell, he would take a look at the scrolls, and then look at the people in the cells.

Thirty cells were divided into two opposing rows, with fifteen cells in each row. Lan Shengxue was assigned to the middle position.

When Han San was checking cell No. 3 on the left, he suddenly stopped, looked at every portrait of the jailers behind him, and then at the people in the cell. He waved his hand and said in a cold voice, "Someone, drag him away."

Go out and feed the wolves!"

Even if the people in Cell No. 3 struggled and shouted, it would be of no avail.

Lan Shengxue was extremely confused, what were they checking?

Then Han San walked to his cell and, as usual, looked at the portrait first and then at her.

Thinking that there was no problem, Han San went forward and continued to investigate. He kept checking back and forth, and a total of ten people were dragged out and fed to the wolves.

When the jailer holding the portrait started to walk out, Lan Shengxue caught a glimpse of the small pebbles in the corner, which had fallen off the wall. She picked one up, and when the jailer passed by her cell, she used all her strength to throw it at her.

He grabbed the knee of the last jailer and flicked it away hard.


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