Song Jianqiu personally picked up the prisoners, but instead of taking Lu Fan outside the Blackwater Dungeon, he took him to another prison.
The light in the cage was dim and it was difficult to see clearly what was going on inside.
But Lu Fan could still feel that there was a person standing behind the iron gate.
"You really know how to make fun of me."
"Find someone who is on death row and say he can save me."
"Don't you think the joke you are making now is not funny at all?"
Lu Fan knew that he would be in danger tomorrow, and he might even die in this dark prison tonight, so he spoke without any hesitation:
"m."
"hehe."
A rare smile appeared on Song Jianqiu's face: "I brought him here, you can talk about whatever you want, but if you don't want him to die too tragically, you'd better shorten the time so that he has enough time to repair his injuries."
He seemed to be talking to the person inside the iron gate: "I'll come over to see you in half an hour."
Song Jianqiu opened the door of the iron prison, signaled Lu Fan to enter, and then turned around and left.
The light dimmed instantly after entering the door.
A figure also appeared in his sight, gradually emerging.
That's a back view.
Wearing a uniform similar to a Chinese tunic suit, he has a tall and imposing figure and a meticulous bun. Looking at him vaguely, he gives people the feeling of being overwhelmed by Mount Tai.
However, what caught Lu Fan's attention even more was the two simple gold stars on the solemn title belt he carried on his shoulders.
"Northern Xinjiang military rank?"
Lu Fan sucked in a breath of cold air, but because of the internal injuries, he couldn't help but grin.
"You came."
The voice speaking from behind was low and solemn.
With endless majesty and solemnity.
Hearing this sound, Lu Fan was slightly startled.
Immediately, he saw the figure in front of him slowly turning around. It was a resolute, ancient and simple face.