In the quiet Dongchang Prison, Yang Fan walked forward slowly.
Compared with the black jails on the outskirts of the city, the prisoners here are relatively well-behaved, but this is only relative. After all, who can be caught by Dongchang, which one is easier?
boom.
Yang Fan walked through expressionlessly, trying to find a suitable test subject, until he came to a prison, and a figure bumped into the door with a plop.
It was a thin figure with yellow hair, a twisted face, and dirt all over his body. He didn't know how long he had been here, and his eyes were filled with madness and greed.
"What a fresh little eunuch! Come in quickly and let me love you!"
That blazing gaze made Yang Fan frown fiercely.
"Damn it! How dare you disrespect adults!"
Yan Lei, who was leading the way next to Yang Fan, heard this, his expression suddenly changed, and he swung the whip in his hand. The whip struck the prisoner's face hard like a snake.
Snapped.
In an instant, the skin and flesh were torn open, and blood splattered everywhere.
"ah!"
The prisoner screamed and hurriedly covered his face and backed away. He took his hands off his face, and his hands were covered with blood.
However, not only did this not scare him, but he greedily licked his own blood and squatted in the prison with an expression of enjoyment on his face.
"Just him."
Yang Fan said calmly.
"yes."
Yan Lei's expression changed slightly, he did not dare to disobey Yang Fan's order and quickly bowed.
He winked, and the two factory guards behind him stepped forward, opened the door, entered the prison, beat the prisoner violently, and then dragged him out like a dead dog.
In this way, Yang Fan selected five prisoners here.
Each one of them is a serious criminal, and their cultivation levels are respectively martial apprentice, martial artist, innate martial artist, grandmaster, and grand master.
It just corresponds to the five realms of the blood exchange stage.
Soon, they were locked into five cells, and their hands and feet were heavily shackled. With the energy and blood in their bodies blocked, it was impossible to insert them. Wings are hard to fly.
Yang Fan waved his hand: "Our family has something to arrange, so you can go down."
"yes."
Several people led by Yan Lei resigned wisely.
Seeing them leave, Yang Fan entered five prisons in order. These prisoners were obviously not good people. Even the ones with the lowest cultivation level were just as crazy.
"Damn castrated dog, don't waste your efforts, don't try to get anything from my mouth!"
"Little gelding, are you here to entertain me?"
"..."
boom.
Yang Fan taught them a lesson one by one, and then planted a slave mark on each of them!
The slave mark enters the body!
He clearly felt their resistance.
However, the slave seal, which was born out of the soul-suppressing seal inherited from Bi'an, was still easily planted and gradually took root in the minds of these prisoners.
Slave print, urge!
Yang Fan moved a chair and sat calmly outside, observing the reactions of the five people.
Even, in order to obtain accurate results, he used Dongchang's secret method to unlock the Qi and blood restrictions in the bodies of these five prisoners, allowing them to regain their own strength!
boom.
It has to be said that improved versions of things are often prone to problems. Three of the five heads were blown up, leaving only one grandmaster and one grandmaster alive.
The grandmaster prisoner's expression changed drastically, and his mind was like a knife stirring back and forth. He kept struggling, shaking the shackles and making a clanging sound.
The Grand Master's face was ashen and he was patiently enduring.
But you can still see a group of black veins popping out on his forehead, which seems to be about to pop out.
Bang bang!
Following the sound of two explosions, the last two prisoners did not hold on for long, and the bodies
He fell heavily to the ground.
Yang Fan's face looked a little ugly.
"Why did my improved slave mark turn into a bomb?"
The death of five evil-doing criminals was not worthy of his concern, but the 100% mortality rate made him understand that there must be something wrong with this slave mark.
"It seems that some further improvements are needed."
After all, Yang Fan did not give up his plan.
After all, the cost of conquering someone physically and mentally is simply too high.
This kind of magic method is the cheapest.
Soon, he sorted out his disappointment and walked out of the prison.
"Tidy up the inside."
"Yes, sir."
Yan Lei walked in with his head lowered. After seeing the conditions in the five prisons, his face changed slightly.
I have to say that the scene scenes are quite shocking.
Soon, five headless corpses were carried out and placed together.
Yan Lei sighed: "These five people knew that they were guilty of serious crimes and committed suicide in prison. It is a pity... you should dispose of the bodies!"
"Yes, sir."
Several factory guards lowered their heads, looked at the exploding heads of the five prisoners, and nodded silently before proceeding.
He expressed no objection to the fact that these five prisoners committed suicide.
On the other hand, Yang Fan, who was slightly troubled, walked out of the prison without returning to the training ground. Instead, he walked out of the Yamen.
After studying it for so long, it failed ruthlessly, which really made him a little annoyed.
At this time, of course, nothing can make people feel more happy than a hot pot meal!
Yang Fan was sitting in the elegant room of the delicacy restaurant.
This location is his reserved spot.
After a delicious meal, his mood finally relaxed a bit. Ever since he started thinking about rebelling, his mentality had changed slightly. > "However, the rebellion will eventually happen step by step."
After figuring this out, Yang Fan's mentality completely relaxed.
People take care of things, money is made, but things don't come in a hurry.
Anyway, he still has plenty of time.
"Um?"
At this moment, he suddenly looked down the window, and a familiar scent appeared in his senses.
"Zhu Zhaolin?"
He raised his eyebrows and narrowed his eyes.
Isn't the other party under house arrest in Prince Chen's Mansion? How could he appear outside?
In Yang Fan's field of vision, the aura belonging to Zhu Zhaolin was in a carriage, surrounded by guards on horseback. They were all big and round, and their energy and blood were condensed but not emitted. It was not simple at first glance.
At this time, the carriage was heading out of the city.
"Want to leave the city?"
Yang Fan's eyes flashed.
He slowly put down the chopsticks in his hand, and left the private room in a flash.
On the street, the wheels of the carriage turned slowly, crushing against the bluestone slabs and making a sound.
Inside the carriage.
Zhu Zhaolin sat on one side with a look of fear on his face.
And opposite him, sitting there was Fan!
Liao Fan has a calm look on his face. He is wearing a cassock and has a majestic appearance. His two earlobes are thick and wide. He looks like a Buddha, with a face full of compassion.
"Old monk, do you know that kidnapping the royal family is a serious crime against the nine clans?"
Zhu Zhaolin asked with some stern expression.
Liao Fan looked calm: "Your Highness, I am here to save you. You will know it later."
"Save me? Ridiculous! Why do I need your rescue!"
Zhu Zhaolin sneered.
Liao Fan said calmly: "Your Highness, do you still remember the Nine Sons Evil Dragon Game in Huayan Temple?"