The old capital of Juliu is surrounded by clouds and smoke.
Many people are speechless when their country is destroyed, but the most ecstatic thing is to shed tears. This is the homeland of the old wasteland. For thousands of years, an ancient dynasty, the Great Zhou Dynasty, was destroyed here and a new ancient dynasty of Juliu was established.
On the wasteland, there is a black palace built, which is full of ghosts. In the distance, there are many forbidden troops and no human beings.
In the ancient Juliu Dynasty, the most frightening place, the Prison, was built here.
From the sky, a group of black envoys pressed down on Chen Fan and came down here. Along the way, the passing black envoys nodded to Mr. Mo and said, "Old Mo."
"Mo Lao."
"..."
"Yeah." Mr. Mo just nodded slightly. He was born into a famous noble family in the ancient Juliu Dynasty. He was a rigid man and hated evil. His popularity in the ancient Juliu Dynasty was not very popular, but he was entrusted by the previous emperor with the important task of guarding the prison here.
, after so many years, there has been no difference.
Mr. Mo also had a hint of the gloomy smell here.
Pressing Chen Fan all the way, he entered the depths of the black hall, and there were many dungeons. All the way in, on both sides of the dungeon, there were various fierce people and monsters imprisoned, but they were all low-level and low-danger things.
Reached the end of the dungeon.
There were dim torches on both sides and the light was dim. Old Mo held a huge jade lock in his hand and said, "Search him. No objects are allowed to be brought in."
"yes."
The two black envoys stepped forward and searched Chen Fan carefully from top to bottom to make sure there was nothing trapped. Then they stood aside and said, "Tell Mr. Mo, there is nothing."
"Okay." Mr. Mo nodded, "Chen Fan, you have been sentenced to twenty years in prison for committing murder. After serving your sentence in the confinement prison, you can leave. This is your destiny."
He took out a blood-colored box from the side. The box was opened, and inside was a blood-colored bracelet, which was placed quietly inside.
"Wear the life ring and cannot take it off. It will record whether you are still alive and how long you have served. When the time is up, I, the black messenger of the prison, will go in and take you out."
With that said, Mr. Mo activated the life ring and handed it to Chen Fan. On the life ring, there were two rows of numbers, one was the number "o17735", and the other was a countdown, 73oo days.
Chen Fan obeyed and put on the bracelet. As soon as he put on the blood bracelet, he felt a tingling sensation. Some tiny needles poked out from the inside of the bracelet and penetrated into Chen Fan's flesh.
After absorbing Chen Fan's essence and blood, after a while, this blood ring almost melted into Chen Fan's skin and flesh.
"You can't take off this bracelet." Mr. Mo said, "When you come back from serving your sentence, we will take it off for you. Now, put on your clothes, shave your head, and get ready to go in."
Mr. Mo waved his hand and sat on the big stool nearby, no longer opening his eyes.
Several black envoys came forward. Some took off the "spirit-binding lock" from Chen Fan, some put Chen Fan into gray "prison" clothes, and some shaved off Chen Fan's head. Chen Fan was as long as his waist, but strands were falling off at the moment.
"When you enter this door, no matter how famous you were before, here you are just a prisoner. You are nothing more than a prisoner, including princes, generals, and lackeys."
Mr. Mo closed his eyes and said calmly, with his fingers raised and his hands behind his back, "Under my hands, there are countless geniuses who have been imprisoned. Some of them have brilliant futures and even have saints as their fiancées. It is all in vain. Before they were imprisoned,
, shed tears, or scream at the top of your lungs."
"But it doesn't matter. In just a few days, you will adapt to your life, because those who haven't adapted..."
"They're all dead."
Mr. Mo grinned with a cruel smile on his face. Chen Fan glanced at him, but his face was much calmer than he expected. All his heads fell off, leaving only a layer of green stubble and a bare head.
Now Chen Fan has changed his appearance, looking quite ferocious. He has changed into prison clothes and has bare feet.
"Click", the handcuffs were taken off and fell to the ground, "No. 17735, you are in jail."
"Welcome to hell."
The huge jade lock in Mr. Mo's hand pressed against the wall and turned slowly. After a while, the huge iron door weighing 10,000 tons slowly opened to both sides under the pull of the iron chain, and a gray world
The entrance appeared in front of Chen Fan.
Behind him, two black messengers put their hands on Chen Fan's back, pushed hard, and Chen Fan flew in.
The iron door is closed and the light swallows it.
…
"O17735, welcome to hell."
With this voice in his ears, Chen Fan opened his eyes and stood barefoot on a piece of dry land. Looking around, the red land was thousands of miles away, and he had some difficulty breathing. In the distance, the red setting sun hung in the sky, motionless.
.
In the world here, everything is still.
"Is this a prison?" Chen Fan exhaled a breath of turbid air. Wherever he looked, there were rolling mountains with no vegetation on them. They were all withered and lifeless. Under his feet, there was blood-red gravel, which was very rough and difficult to walk on.
There was even some stiff pain when I went up there.
"The prison was once a broken little world. In this little world, the spiritual energy has completely dried up."
"It has been used to exile criminals for so many years. It has been here for thousands of years. There are many bones here. I don't know how many vicious people there are. Even the Black Messenger of the Underworld is unwilling to enter."
"Zhen Yuan, I need to use it sparingly." He exhaled a breath of turbid air and took a breath. He found that almost no spiritual energy could be absorbed into the air. Chen Fan was a little desperate. This place was a little worse than he thought. The level of spiritual energy was not even
One thousandth of the outside world, almost completely dry.
Here, even the gods can't make a difference. If the true energy is used up or lost, if the true energy is used up, Xuan Ying can only wait for death. To restore the true energy, he must at least practice hard.
It takes months to be effective.
True energy here is more important than physical strength. If you can save a little, just save a little.
"The news that I was arrested and imprisoned should have reached the ears of Zhou Tongying and the others. I wonder if they are worried." He sighed. Now is not the time to worry about them, but Chen Fan should worry about himself.
Opening his mouth, the Ring of Gifts fell into his hand. Chen Fan took out the parchment map from the Ring of Gifts.
Looking at the crude map above, Chen Fan frowned. There was no reference, and it was difficult for Chen Fan to determine his location. However, from this map, it can be roughly divided into six places, which can be divided and managed. These six places,
The old monster Xuan Ying was always in charge, and Chen Fan was seeking death if he barged into their territory.
And some territories are even more mixed, with seven or eight masters at the peak of Dan Bao, jointly ruling, and they are all murderous murderers.
In this prison, there is a black rose. She is extremely beautiful, but ruthless. Even the heroes keep away from her when they see her. This woman also occupies a hilltop alone and has hundreds of murderers under her command.
"Rustling", at this moment, there was a sound of earth pounding at my feet.