I rely on tricks to cultivate my longevity

Before Lin Xixue walked down the stone steps, a dark and damp moldy smell hit her, and she couldn't help holding her breath.

I don't know whether it is insufficient kerosene or insufficient oxygen. The oil lamp in the prison is almost extinguished, and the dim light makes it difficult to see clearly.

The condemned prisoner leaned numbly on the stone wall, as if he was not interested in who came, after all, no one would come except the jailer.

But Lin Xixue saw the appearance of these "death prisoners".

Except for a middle-aged man with a scarred face that was locked in the innermost room, all the other cells were locked up with teenagers and girls.

The youngest looked no more than twelve or thirteen years old, and the oldest was no more than seventeen or eighteen.

Lin Xixue looked at these sallow, emaciated, withered, and obviously malnourished young girls, and thought that they might have struggled even to kill chickens. How could they be some vicious murderers?

Lin Xixue frowned, walked to a cell, and asked the young man, "What crime did you commit?"

The boy just glanced at her coldly, with no intention of continuing to communicate, and continued to sleep with his legs crossed, as if he was completely unaware that he was about to be questioned and beheaded.

Lin Xixue's doubts were even worse, and she said nonsense: "I have to follow the censor and tour this place. If you tell the truth clearly, I may help you to avenge your grievances."

It's not that Lin Xixue is nosy and insists on getting to the bottom of it, but the materials she handed over to Chenghuang Temple Miaozhu must be genuine.

If these boys and girls were just wronged, but not really vicious people, then their facial features are obviously useless, and it is just a waste of time to induce the emotions of a fake murderer.

When the time comes, Miao Zhu will see that the materials are not in the right order, so he will quit, which will directly delay Xu Zhiyi's treatment.

"Kill." The young man responded impatiently.

"Heh", Lin Xixue sneered, and asked: "Who did you kill, what kind of grievances did you have with this person, and what murder weapon did you use?"

"I don't care about your shit. In short, don't meddle in your own business here. I eat and drink here, and my life is very nourishing. I still need you to make noise?"

The boy scolded Lin Xixue, then turned over and fell asleep facing the wall again.

Lin Xixue still couldn't detect the weirdness in it, the prisoners among the death row were clearly going to be executed in autumn, but this young man was not afraid.

Could it be that someone lied and tricked this young man into thinking that he could leave alive?

"Let me tell you the truth, all the prisoners in this prison are going to be executed in autumn, and there is no chance to get out. If someone deceives you with this, you can tell the truth."

Although Lin Xixue said this, the young man was still calm and unhurried, without any nervousness.

Could it be that I made a mistake?In the troubled times, this young man had never received a good education, let alone the slightest awareness of the rule of law, so it might be possible for him to do such a thing under agitation.

The logic advanced here, somehow, she suddenly thought that in the peaceful and prosperous age, didn't someone like Chu Liang also appear?
When the name Chu Liang appeared in her mind, the scenery around her began to flash black mosaics again, and the wooden prison in front of her suddenly turned into stainless steel railings.

Chu Liang was sitting in the cell, handcuffed, with a playful smile on the corner of his mouth, although he didn't say a word, but the meaning of ridicule was full, showing an expression of "what can you do to me".

She only felt a burst of uncontrollable anger welling up in her heart, and the cage of reason was instantly broken, she reached out her hand into the void, and tightly held Fenguang Duanye.

The scholar's face, which was somewhat frail, was now full of ferocity.

Calm down, calm down, Chu Liang is a fictional character created by Tianzun, the purpose is to lure himself to lose his mind, why do he take it seriously?
She closed her eyes, exhaled a few deep breaths, and slightly relaxed the hand holding the scabbard.

That's right, Chu Liang was fabricated by Tianzun.The premise of Chu Liang's existence is that his mother is dead, but it is impossible for his mother to die, and his mother is alive and well, so Chu Liang must be fabricated by Tianzun.

This is the case, it must be the case, Chu Liang does not exist at all!

Her mind gradually stabilized, the mosaics around her gradually disappeared, the ear-piercing electric sound gradually disappeared, and the stainless steel railings also changed back to wooden fences.

She retracted her hands into the sleeves and clenched them tightly. After thoroughly adjusting her mentality, she asked the rest of the boys and girls, and the answers she got were not bad.

Lin Xixue immediately determined that there was definitely something wrong with this matter.

It's not that these teenagers can't commit crimes, it's just that the age distribution of the murderers in the death row is completely unreasonable, and all of them are vague about their crimes. It would be strange if there was no problem.

Since these boys and girls are unwilling to tell the truth, then ask someone who can tell the truth, such as the Yunzhou government office in this city.

Anyway, now that I am wearing a Sanqing mask, no one can recognize him, so I just hold a knife and force him to tell the truth, which is simple and rude.

Even if these teenagers are not the real murderers, according to the government's statement, if they find the real mastermind behind the scenes, they will be the murderers at last, and they can still get the materials at that time.

Just do what she said, Lin Xixue immediately decided to leave the death row and go to the government office to ask for clarification.

But just as she was about to leave, the scar-faced man locked in the innermost cell stopped her: "Shoulder to shoulder, which line did you take?"

"What?" Lin Xixue turned around and asked in puzzlement.

Seeing her answer like this, the scar-faced man was also taken aback, and asked doubtfully, "Aren't you a brother on the road?"

"No." Only then did Lin Xixue understand that what he said was bandit slang.

In her previous life, she was separated from her family because of banditry and fell into a cave. Naturally, Lin Xixue couldn't have a good impression of this kind of person, so she wanted to leave without waiting for the scarred man to say anything.

"Wait a minute, brother, since you are not a person on the road, why did you sneak into this prison and pretend to be an imperial envoy to help these white ducks get their justice?" The scar-faced man hurriedly stopped her.

"White duck? What does that mean?"

"Brother, didn't you stand out for these white ducks? Then what are you doing in this dungeon?"

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Lin Xixue was at a loss for words for a while, and couldn't find any suitable reason, but then she thought about why she had to explain her purpose to a bandit.

"It has nothing to do with you, just tell me what a white duck is."

"The white duck is the one who sacrificed his life for the crime."

"Surrender their lives to pay for their crimes? They also know that they will die?"

"Some of them were deceived, but most of them knew that they were going to lose their heads. One head can be exchanged for years of food and clothing for a family. For many parents, this deal is a good deal."

"Why don't these white ducks complain of injustice?" Lin Xixue didn't understand why they didn't complain when they were sold by their parents.

The scar-faced man smiled and shook his head, and said: "The parents of these white ducks have cooperated with the real murderer to make an iron case. What's the use of complaining."

Lin Xixue frowned. She originally thought that sneaking into the prison to obtain the auxiliary materials for the Mask of Seven Emotions should be as simple as searching for something, but she didn't expect it to be so troublesome.

However, even if these white ducks are innocent, this scar-faced man is not innocent, right?

She asked, "What about you, what did you do to get in?"

The scar-faced man slammed his fist on the wall, and sighed, "Don't mention it, I don't know which brother on the road stole the private house of the dog official Yan Yu a while ago."

"It may be that I usually do too many things of robbing the rich and helping the poor. This dog official didn't investigate clearly and thought I did it. He mobilized several people to capture me, and I will be escorted to Beijing in a few days."

Hearing "Yan Yu's private house was stolen", Lin Xixue only felt a key word flash in his mind.

Her face twitched a few times unobservably, and said awkwardly: "You're talking about this Yan Yu, where is his private house?"

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