The iron gate is made of welded steel bars that are several inches thick and is extremely strong. There are four guards guarding it. They all wear pistols on their waists and hang rubber batons. They are no different from the police in regular prisons.
Seeing the arrival of the chief sect master, the guards all saluted and greeted him. Ximen Lang nodded and ordered: "Open the door, I want to go in and see the prisoner."
"yes."
There are four keyholes on the big iron door, and each guard is equipped with a key. Only four people can insert the keys into different keyholes and open them in sequence, and the iron door can be opened. Each one is indispensable.
The four guards stepped forward, took out their respective keys, opened the iron door, and pushed it to the side. One of them said: "Chief Gate Master, please do it."
Ximen Lang and Mei Mei entered the damp corridor, glancing to the left and right from time to time. On both sides were prison cells separated by iron bars, in which many prisoners were held. All of them were unkempt and filthy. When they found someone coming in, they all looked indifferently.
Look over.
Some of these prisoners were detained here more than ten years ago. Even Ximen Lang didn't know what crimes they had committed. They were probably enemies who were at odds with the Huamen in the past. Some of them were from the Huamen Unification War in the past two or three years.
The rebel prisoners captured were important figures among them.
The new prisoners who came later had almost all seen Ximen Lang and knew that he was the Supreme Leader of Huamen. They hurriedly climbed to the edge of the prison cell, their shackles shaking and making a rattling sound. They shook the iron fence in front of them vigorously, hissing at the top of their lungs.
shouted: "Chief Sect Master, please do me a favor and let me out..."
"Master Sect, if you have mercy, I am willing to work as a cow or a horse for you..."
Ximen Lang was unmoved and continued to move forward with an indifferent expression. He snorted in his heart, "You all deserve your punishment. I am extremely merciful by not killing you. If you still want to be free, just dream."
The four guards following him swung their rubber batons and hit the prisoners' hands on the fence, cursing: "Get away, shut up..."
"Get out of here, are you looking for death..."
Some prisoners were hit in the finger and screamed in pain. It was obvious that these guys were very afraid of the guards. They crawled away in a hurry and hid in the corner in panic. No one dared to make any sound.
As the saying goes, people have to bow their heads when they are under the eaves. Now, what right do they have to shout like a drowned dog? It will only attract a head-on beating.
After a moment, Ximen Lang stopped and stood tall in the corridor, looking down at the prisoner in the prison cell.
The red robe on the opponent's body has become tattered, and he is wearing special heavy shackles. He is lying on the cold cement floor, looking depressed.
He is the once arrogant psychic Dharma King in Tibet, but now he is lying there like a beggar. Thinking about how high-spirited this guy was before, and looking at his current appearance, one can't help but sigh, what a moment and moment.
For a moment...
Not far away, there were two patent leather washbasins, one of which was empty and the other half filled with water. These were the utensils used to feed the prisoners.
Normally, the empty basin is used to hold cornmeal steamed buns. One meal a day is six ounces of steamed buns per person, and no one cares whether they are full or not.
When he was not a prisoner, the psychic king ate beef and mutton, butter tea, and good wine and meat every day. Now that he is a prisoner, he can only live on simple food and water. At the beginning, he found it difficult to swallow and refused to eat.
Within three days I was so hungry
, eating all the steamed buns. He has a strong body, and six steamed buns a day is definitely not enough to eat. He has no choice but to lie down as much as possible. In this case, the metabolism can be slower, so that the food can be retained in the stomach for a maximum period of time, so as not to
Digests quickly.
A sneer appeared at the corner of Ximen Lang's lips, "Dharma King Psychic, I didn't expect you to be quite comfortable here?"
Hearing the familiar voice, the psychic king suddenly turned his head and opened a pair of fierce eyes to look over. When he saw the other person clearly, murderous intent flashed in his eyes, he sat up suddenly and shouted angrily, "Ximen Lang, you little beast
, I am not done with you, I must kill you..."
With a look of disdain on his face, Ximen Lang said disdainfully: "You, a prisoner, are worthy of saying this now. I can send you to the West with just one word."
"Kill the Buddha if you dare. If I frown, I won't be considered a hero." The psychic Dharma King shouted angrily.
"Tch, you are not a hero to begin with, old guy, don't put gold on your face. Now, this sect leader will give you a chance. As long as you become my slave and help me kill people, I can spare your life.
"Ximen Lang said slowly, as if he was the Tathagata Buddha and the other party was just Monkey King, and nothing could escape his grasp.
The veins in the neck of the psychic king bulged, his fists were clenched, and the shackles made a rattling sound, and he said angrily: "Bah, you are dreaming... The Buddha is upright and can be your slave, but I can't be your ancestor..."
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The four guards shouted harshly, "Shut up..."
"Damn it, you dare to slander our chief sect leader, don't you want to live anymore?"
Ximen Lang's face also changed, and he said fiercely: "Old man, the master of this sect makes you a slave because he thinks highly of you. He dares not to propose a toast, but will be fined if he doesn't eat. Okay, I'll put my words here, and one day you will
So he knelt on the ground and begged me, crying and shouting that he wanted to be a slave."
"Go away, even if Buddha died, he wouldn't be able to do such a despicable thing..."
Ximen Lang gave a sinister smile, "Okay, let's see..." He no longer paid attention to the mad dog-like guy in the prison cell, turned around and ordered, "From now on, don't give him food, let him just drink
Shui, I want to see how long he can continue to be arrogant."
The leading guard agreed, "Yes, I will immediately carry out the instructions of the chief sect master."
The psychic king was dumbfounded. Damn it, I’m so hungry that I’m so hungry that I don’t have anything to eat. If you don’t give me anything to eat, I really want to starve to death!
However, even though he was depressed for a while, he still bravely cursed: "What's the big deal? I'm going on a hunger strike to go to the Paradise of Paradise in the West, so I don't have to suffer from the arrogance of you, a little beast..."
"Okay, you will get what you want, but a devil with blood-stained hands like you can only go to hell... Moreover, within half a month, you will become skin and bones, and you are destined to starve to death..."
Rose smiled and said: "When the time comes, he will be reduced to ashes and this bastard will never be reincarnated."
Ximen Lang gave a thumbs up and praised: "It's so cruel, no wonder people say that the most poisonous thing is a woman's heart, haha..."
Amidst the laughter, Ximen Lang and others left and walked forward. The women's dormitory was inside, and he wanted to see Yun Qing...