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Chapter Ninety: Rectify the Prisoner

The slippers just now were thrown by the big man with a wart face. At this moment, Lang Shuoyang threw his shoes out the door and was showing off his power.

Lang Shuoyang ignored him and turned around to get into an empty upper bunk. The old criminal sitting underneath suddenly raised his leg and kicked him in the abdomen, cursing: "Boss is talking to you, are you fucking deaf?

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Lang Shuoyang was already angry, but when he was provoked for no reason, he immediately became angry. He reached out and grabbed the man's ankles, picked him up with a "swish" sound, rolled him around in the middle of the ground, and threw him on the ground.

On his own bed, he put a foot on his chest and said angrily: "You have already sneaked into prison, and you still want to bully others. Are you tired of living?"

Although the warty-faced man was shocked by Lang Shuoyang's supernatural power, after all, he had several people here. Besides, except for the young man who pinched his feet, the rest of them were desperadoes.

As soon as he saw Lang Shuoyang making a move, he immediately shouted: "Hit me!"

In order to maintain his identity, he still sat on the bed and enjoyed the young man's feet. The other old criminals swarmed up and beat Lang Shuoyang.

Lang Shuoyang has the blood of ferocious beasts flowing in his body, so he is born with supernatural power. Even if he does not practice Maoshan Taoism, he is still a good fighter who can fight many times. What's more, after learning the grappling skills from Lang Zixuan, his skills have become much more flexible. Since he was attacked by the Black Evil God

After digesting the poison in the ravine, he has become more powerful than ordinary people imagined. There are only a few villains who are his opponents.

Lang Shuoyang punched everyone. Before they could make a move, everyone held their stomachs and squatted down. Then, Lang Shuoyang grabbed their hair and threw them towards the corner. Even the ones who were thrown on the bed just now were not spared.

, the five big men were immediately stacked up by him.

The five people were knocked dizzy by the fall. When they tried to get up again, Lang Shuoyang grabbed them back and threw them against the wall, like playing squash. They fell back and forth three times. Several people were completely unable to get up. Even if they could, they would not dare to get up.

When I got up, I had to be thrown again and again, and every time I got hit, it hurt my heart.

The five people lay completely motionless on the ground. Lang Shuoyang turned around and walked towards the stunned Xuanzi Lian. Xuanzi Lian was so frightened that he quickly stood up, kicked away the young man who was pinching his feet, and said to Lang Shuoyang: "Brother, where are you from? Everyone.

It's all in society..." I wanted to explain a few words and make peace, but Lang Shuoyang couldn't listen to his nagging, twisted his ears and pushed him to the ground, and asked: "Isn't it comfortable to be served by others?"

He stepped hard on his bare feet, causing him to scream in pain like a slaughtered pig. Then Lang Shuoyang shook his hand and he climbed up to the top of the stack of Arhats.

The handsome young man was so frightened that his face turned pale, and he knelt on the ground and did not dare to get up.

Lang Shuoyang pulled him up and said: "Little brother, there is gold under the man's knees, don't show weakness easily." Then he said to several old prisoners lying on the ground pretending to be dead: "Come here, give this little brother a massage, take care of me, please forgive me."

If you are even close, I will throw you twenty times a day."

When these old prisoners heard this, they dared not to listen. They got up despite the pain and came over to massage the young man who had just given them massages in turn. They all had compliments on their faces, and the young man felt restless.

, wanted to massage without them, but was afraid that Lang Shuoyang would be angry. With a look of dumbfounding, he grabbed the hand that stretched toward his crotch and said: "Brother, there is no need to press here!"

Lang Shuoyang couldn't help laughing in his heart. It seemed that this kid must have touched his usually wary face. This stretch temporarily relieved the anger in his heart. He thought that these people may look fierce, but in fact they are all cowards who bully the weak and fear the strong.

He lay on the bed and looked at these guys who were courteous in front of the young man for a while. He couldn't help but feel a little sleepy. It must have been late at night. He didn't know if Guo Zixiang would do something new tomorrow or if Yi Nan would know about it.

I was sent to a detention center, should I just accept it, or should I find a way to escape?

Seeing that Lang Shuoyang was asleep, the boys all climbed into their own beds. The handsome young man took off his clothes and pants and lay down in the quilt of the warped face as usual. The monkey face looked at

Seeing Lang Shuoyang sleeping, he pushed the young man: "Xiaoyun, I don't need you to accompany me tonight, go ahead and sleep by yourself."

The handsome young man's name is Wang Yuntian, and Xiaoyun is his nickname. For the first time since entering this cell, he can sleep on the same bed by himself, avoiding the torture of these men.

After everyone went to bed, it was already early in the morning, and the next day was very quiet. Except for the guards who brought some food, there was no movement. Lang Shuoyang couldn't help but wonder, even if Yi Nan didn't know that he had entered the detention center, then Guo Zixiang

Should we just let it go? But Lang Shuoyang didn't want to escape unless it was absolutely necessary. Otherwise, he would be charged with being a fugitive. Even if Yi Nan might be able to deal with it, it would be very troublesome.

He lay in jail for a day. As long as Lang Shuoyang didn't trouble them, the prisoners didn't speak loudly. No one dared to bully the handsome young man. They all stayed in bed. As long as Lang Shuoyang didn't trouble them, he would have a high fever.

Fragrant.

In the blink of an eye, it was night again, around ten o'clock, and suddenly the sound of a whole bell rang in the corridor.

Why is there a bell ringing so late? Who could be ringing the bell in the corridor?

At this time, only a scream was heard, and the big man with a warty face suddenly held his head in his hands and arched his head. He looked extremely painful and kept howling. The sound spread in the darkness, which looked extremely terrifying.

The warped man suddenly jumped up and pounced on Lang Shuoyang, opening his mouth and biting him. Lang Shuoyang ducked to the side and kicked him far away.

Lang Shuoyang asked: "What's going on? What happened to the wart face?"

They did not answer Lang Shuoyang, but huddled together, looking at the wartted face that kept howling miserably.

Lang Shuoyang didn't pay attention to them, and went up to control the wart face. Seeing this scene, they all widened their eyes again.

"It hurts me so much, ahhh..." He struggled to break away from Lang Shuoyang's hand, but his look was still seen by Lang Shuoyang.

"Huh?" Lang Shuoyang's brows immediately frowned. He found a wisp of black energy between his brows on his warty face. Not only that, his eyes also turned completely red.

In the Maoshan technique, this is obviously a sign that someone is using Taoism to torture the three souls.

"You all come here, he is haunted by a ghost. If you don't save him, his life will be hard to save." Lang Shuoyang said to several people. His deerskin bag was not with him, so he had no way to draw a charm to drive away the ghost, so he had to think of other ways.

Although Lang Shuoyang still doesn't know how good the things wrapped around his warty face are, he thinks they are not very good. What's terrible is that the things he uses on his body are not enough.

I had no choice but to use the "Bagua Exorcism Array" to solve the problem.


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