The half-figure obscured by darkness became clearer little by little.
The man on the bed got off the bed.
The moonlight shone in from outside the iron fence, illuminating the man's appearance clearly.
This is? A man about thirty years old, with a medium build.
The man was wearing ordinary clothes, his hair was straight, and he looked like an ordinary man in the city.
However, a strong aura naturally spread from this man's body.
This aura is thicker than the other two people in this room.
"Arrogant!" A cold snort came from Lin Zhiming's ear.
Another skinny man in the room suddenly appeared next to Lin Zhiming, and struck Lin Zhiming's side of the face with a sharp elbow.
Lin Zhiming clenched his fist and punched out.
Boom!
The man immediately flew out and hit the side wall heavily.
"With some strength, no wonder you can say such a thing." The man looked at Lin Zhiming and said, "My name is Xu Meng, what's your name?"
"Lin Zhiming." Lin Zhiming said.
"You have passed the test of Room B2. You are qualified to be a prisoner in Room B2, and you are also qualified to be my subordinate. However, before that, I need to let you understand why I am in Room B2.
Boss." The stern man named Xu Meng looked at Lin Zhiming expressionlessly and said.
Lin Zhiming smiled and said, "Let me understand."
Xu Meng had no expression on his face and took a deep breath.
The next moment, Xu Meng's body suddenly tensed up, and a luster unique to rigid bodies flashed across his face.
Fifth-grade Wuqing!
The Xu Meng who appeared in front of Lin Zhiming was a fifth-grade martial artist, and this was also the peak combat power among those who could live on the ground.
Once you surpass the fifth level, you will be sent to an underground cell. The stronger you are, the deeper the cell you will live in.
Lin Zhiming smiled, a fifth-grade Martial Lord was quite good to use to establish his authority.
Just when Lin Zhiming was about to take action, suddenly, a trumpet sounded.
"People in B2, go to bed immediately."
Xu Meng, who was about to teach Lin Zhiming a lesson, frowned slightly.
Under normal circumstances, teaching newcomers is one of the rules of the dark prison. Almost every newcomer will be educated by the people in the cell on the first day they come in, and the officials will not take care of it. Unexpectedly, they did take care of it at night.
This was a bit beyond Xu Meng's expectation.
Xu Meng did not attack, but turned around, walked back to the bed and lay down.
"You are so lucky." The poodle man stood up and said with a joking face, "If you really fight with the boss, you will only die. The boss is definitely a master among the fifth-grade martial arts ministers."
Lin Zhiming smiled. Since they were all allowed to sleep in the prison, he would naturally not do any unnecessary things, lest someone use a laser cannon to teach him how to behave.
Lin Zhiming walked to the bed on the other side, swept away someone's belongings on the bed, and then lay down.
The poodle man came over, picked up the things on the ground, and then said to Lin Zhiming, "Remember my name. My name is Ren Tianqian. One day, I will take this position back."
After saying that, the poodle man walked to the farthest bed in the corner and lay down.
The skinny man who was knocked away by Lin Zhiming's punch also lay in the back.
Lin Zhiming crossed his legs and looked outside the fence.
The bright moon outside the fence is extremely clear.
I wonder how the people at home are doing now?
Lin Zhiming thought and closed his eyes.
For Lin Zhiming, this night was relatively peaceful, which made him a little disappointed. He thought that the dark prison would be interesting and a good place to vent, but... in fact it was not interesting.
At night, in cell A3.
A long-haired man is sitting on the bed, looking at B2.
"Why did a new person suddenly appear at this time?" A strong man next to the long-haired man asked in a deep voice.
"I don't know either." The long-haired man shook his head.
"Don't be an undercover agent arranged by the government, right?" the strong man asked.
"I don't know." The long-haired man said in a deep voice, "The plan is about to be implemented. It's not good news for a stranger to come in at this time. Shanzi, I will test that man's strength tomorrow. If he is not strong, just
Just do it to avoid making mistakes."
"Okay!" The strong man named Shanzi nodded and looked towards Lin Zhiming, with a bloodthirsty light in his eyes.
At the same time, the imperial capital.
Next to Yonghe Temple, there is a small courtyard.
This courtyard house is said to have a history of three to four hundred years and is worth billions.
At this time, in this courtyard.
Two people were sitting opposite each other. Both of them were wearing clothes unique to the Dragon Clan and had dragon-shaped emblems unique to the Dragon Clan hanging on their chests.
"The blind man has some objections to your sending Lin Zhiming to the dark prison." One of the middle-aged men said with a solemn expression.
Sitting opposite this middle-aged man was an old man with a withered face.
The old man looked about seventy or eighty years old, with gray hair and age spots on his face.
"Why don't you just use his best disciple?" the old man said with a straight face.
"You also know that the blind man has a very weird temper. If you use his people without saying hello, be careful he will tear down our yard." said the middle-aged man.
"Just what happened in the past few days, you also know that someone has been plotting the Dark Prison for a long time. No matter what kind of people we put in, the final result is to be killed quietly by the other party. This matter makes me quite sad.
Uneasy, I always feel that something big is going to happen. The blind man, his proud disciple, is estimated to have reached the seventh or eighth level of martial arts. He is in a dark prison. No matter what happens in the dark prison, he can always make an impact. He doesn't have to use it in vain. Who can let him not
If you are a good person, you have to hit ordinary people in public?" the old man asked.
"Hey!" The middle-aged man sighed.
At this moment, a member of the Dragon Clan hurriedly walked in.
"Mr. Guo, there is a blind man who wants to find you." said a member of the Dragon Clan.
"The blind man is looking for me?" The old man smiled slightly and said, "He came quickly enough. Let him come in."
"Yes!" The dragon clan member nodded. As soon as he turned around, he saw the old man he saw before slowly walking into the yard on crutches.
"He's already here." said the Dragon Clan member.
"You go down." The old man waved his hand.
"yes!"
"What a rare visitor!" the old man named Mr. Guo said to the blind man.
As the blind man walked, he said, "I thought you were dead a long time ago, so I haven't come here for a long time."
"You are still so unpleasant to talk to." Mr. Guo shook his head.
The blind man walked tremblingly in front of Mr. Guo.
The middle-aged man who was sitting opposite Lao Lao quickly stood up and moved aside.
"Sit down," the middle-aged man said.
The blind man sat opposite Mr. Guo.
"Are you here for your favorite disciple?" Mr. Guo asked.
"To be precise, I'm here for your dragon clan." The blind man said calmly.
"For our Dragon Clan? What do you mean?" Mr. Guo asked.
"Zhi Ming... I haven't really vented for a long time." The blind man looked straight at Mr. Guo with his empty eyes and said, "If you send him to a place without any rules like a dark prison, the only result will be
, summon the devil in that kid. For the safety of the dark prison, and for the sake of your dragon clan... I suggest you let that kid go."
"This matter is the result of discussions between several of us. Lin Zhiming made a mistake and was unwilling to enter the market. We must punish him. After all, he is your Lin family, and your Lin family is one of the four major families.
We should lead by example." Mr. Guo said.
"So, you don't plan to let him go?" the blind man asked.
"In a few days, with the strength of your favorite disciple, the seventh- and eighth-grade Wuqing, he will not die in the dark prison." Mr. Guo said.
"The strength of the seventh- and eighth-grade Wu Qing? That was more than two years ago." The blind man said.
"You also know that the further you go, the harder it is to improve. Is it possible that he can become a ninth-grade martial artist in two years?" Mr. Guo smiled and shook his head.
"This is not guaranteed." The blind man said, "That boy is a martial arts wizard who is rare to see in a hundred years. Maybe he has reached the ninth level... maybe he has broken through the ninth level?"
Mr. Guo smiled and shook his head. Twenty-eight-year-old ninth-grade Wuqings were extremely rare in history. There had never been a twenty-eight-year-old tenth-grade Wuqing. He didn't believe how remote the Lin family was.
A person with bloodline can become a tenth-grade Martial Lord at the age of twenty-eight.
"If you don't listen to me now, don't blame me for not reminding you in the future." After the blind man finished speaking, he stood up and walked out.
"The blind man... seems to have some mystery," the middle-aged man said.
"This old guy likes to say some seemingly mysterious words since he became blind...Zhao Jianlin and Lin Zhiming must stay in the dark prison. First, use the dark prison to polish Lin Zhiming, and then tell him our purpose. By then
, he should naturally know how to do it." Mr. Guo said.
"Got it!" The middle-aged man named Zhao Jianlin nodded.
No one knows why Lin Zhiming was sent to the Dark Prison, except for a few senior leaders of the Dragon Clan.
In the morning, the sun shines into the iron fence.
Lin Zhiming got up early.
Before the iron fence was opened, Lin Zhiming walked to the front of the iron fence and put his hand on the iron fence.
A strong current struck instantly.
Lin Zhiming's whole body was filled with sparks of lightning, and he was blown away by this terrifying current and hit the wall.
"Holy shit, the current is pretty strong!" Lin Zhiming cursed and got up from the ground.
Ren Tiangan was lying on the bed, looking sideways at Lin Zhiming with disdain and said, "If the iron fence is out of power, do you think we will lie in the cell obediently? Idiots."
Lin Zhiming grinned and said to Ren Tianqian, "Now that you're up, come do some morning exercises with me."
"What do you mean?" Ren Tiangan asked doubtfully.
Lin Zhiming walked towards Ren Tianqian with a joking smile.