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The other prisoners watched this scene, and they were sure that the old devil had long wanted to use the flag to catch blood.

"Tick, tick."

The young man felt that he was getting weaker and weaker, and death was approaching him.

Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore and said, "The sect didn't... punish me. I... I can't be... punished... I'm not a sinner..."

Yes, in a sense, as long as the sect’s Discipline Hall does not punish him, he is not considered a real criminal.

But if the other party's father used his connections and the Discipline Hall declared him not guilty and released him, then the whole family would have died in vain.

In fact, this is true.

Facing his words, Tang Ansheng shook his head: "When the sect's laws cannot bring justice to the parties involved, private revenge is justified and even noble."

"Just because the Discipline Hall doesn't punish you doesn't mean you're not at fault."

"Look, you haven't realized your mistake yet, which is very sad, but it will happen soon, soon!"

What Tang Ansheng said was so noble.

But to the surrounding prisoners, it sounded ironic.

"If you had stared into the other person's eyes when you said that instead of staring at your flag, we would have believed you!" The prisoners around them shrank back into the corner.

At this time, even the most rebellious prisoners did not dare to speak.

"Fuck, where did this old devil come from? It looks like he is practicing some kind of bloodthirsty evil skill."

Chang Wei listened to his words and yelled angrily, "Let me go, or I'll ask my father to kill you..."

Time passed quickly and Chang Wei only felt the blood flowing out of his body.

His life was fading away.

The original tone changed from cursing at the beginning, to begging for mercy later, then back to cursing, and then to begging for mercy, going back and forth continuously.

Because of the extreme fear and mental stress, feces and urine were flying everywhere and the air was filled with a foul smell.

By the end, he no longer had the energy to say anything else.

There is only fear of death in my heart.

This was the first time the prisoners around had seen this kind of punishment.

It is outrageous that a young man who is so arrogant and not afraid of death can be turned into such a horrible state.

This punishment is not for the body but for the mind. They feel that if they were in that situation, they would not be able to bear it.

Tang Ansheng saw that the time was almost up and said:

"In my hometown, there is an experiment where they tie a prisoner to a bed and pretend to cut his wrists."

"Use running water next to it to simulate the sound of blood dripping on the ground."

"Although the prisoner's wrists were not cut, he still died in the end, and the manner of death was very similar to that of heavy blood loss."

"Could it be..." The young man on the bed suddenly showed hope of life in his eyes.

Since there is no blood loss, it must be fake, he is still alive!

He is still alive!

A surge of strength suddenly burst out from his body. He struggled and laughed: "I... I knew... you wouldn't dare... kill... kill me... hahaha... cough cough... ugh..."

Tang Ansheng suddenly picked up his Xuanshui flag from the ground. At this time, the Xuanshui flag had turned from black to blood red.

"Of course, I really cut your wrist!"

"you……"

When seeing this scene, the young man on the bed's eyes instantly lost their luster.

Only then did Tang Ansheng take the flag and leave, returning to his cell.

Only then did the prisoners around see the young man on the bed clearly.

How can that be considered a normal person?

It's clearly a dried corpse!!

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Two days later, Tang Ansheng, who was originally a prisoner, changed himself, put on a uniform, and became the captain of the patrol team on the first floor of the Punishment Hall.

As for the outer sect manager and the young team leader Yang Lei, they had already been captured.

The Discipline Hall, which has always been known for its slow efficiency, was unusually fast in its sentencing this time for some reason, and the person was sentenced almost immediately after being caught.

According to the investigation of the Discipline Hall, the crimes committed by the two were extremely serious, including but not limited to harming their fellow disciples, deceiving their superiors and subordinates, etc.

According to the sect's rules, his Dantian was first destroyed and he was removed from the list of Huashen Sect.

The outer sect manager Chang Kun was sentenced to beheading, while Yang Lei was beheaded.

Of course, Tang Ansheng volunteered to carry out the execution himself.

During the execution, Chang Kun didn't know him, so it was nothing, but Yang Lei knew him. He didn't expect that an inconspicuous old man in his seventies or eighties would now become the executioner who wanted him dead.

Panic, fear, anger, regret, and many other emotions burst out in Yang Lei, and were then cut in half by Tang Ansheng's flag.

That’s right, the torture instrument Tang Ansheng used was not a ghost-head sword, but his Xuanshui flag.

"This Punishment Hall is really good. It has absorbed the blood of three people in the past few days."

"One is at the ninth level of Qi training, one is at the fifth level, and the other is at the second level."

Of course, in order to avoid being noticed, he only absorbed a small portion of Yang Lei and Chang Kun's blood, which was harmless.

As for Chang Wei, Li Bing and the white-robed steward helped to cover up the matter, saying to the public that he died from practicing evil skills and destroyed himself.

"If absorbing blood wasn't too similar to an evil technique and it was easy to get beaten up, I wouldn't have come to this Punishment Hall."

If you want to refine the Xuanshui Flag into a magic weapon, it is essential to absorb the essence and blood.

"At present, ordinary blood is of little use. Only the blood of immortal cultivators can do the job."

This is not fresh blood that can be bought with money. The essence and blood of a cultivator is counted in drops. Consuming one drop will reduce one point of potential.

"The higher the level of cultivation, the better the effect of the absorbed blood essence."

Tang Ansheng looked at his Xuanshui flag and felt that something had changed. A small area of ​​the originally black flag had completely turned blood red.

And it is more convenient to use.

"I don't know which guy in the sect gave me this flag, and what he wants to do with it?"

"Forget it, just practice slowly."

Tang Ansheng put away the flag and prepared to go on patrol.

There are many talented people in this prison, and he plans to visit them one by one and try out the new skills he learned from the patrolmen.

This skill is called "beating money."

(Updates will be made at 12 o'clock in the evening and during the day. The time is always unstable due to various reasons.)

Chapter 25: The Money-Betting Devil

"Making money" is a skill of mortal prison guards. In a sense, immortal cultivators are no different from mortals, so they also learned this skill.

It is said that many years ago, an outer disciple was sent to a certain place to be the city lord because of his poor aptitude and when his age limit came to an end.

But he was unwilling to live in the mortal world for the rest of his life, so he used his connections and spent a lot of money to be transferred back to the sect from the outposted city lord.

After returning to the sect, he applied to be a jailer in the Heavenly Prison.

You should know that being a jailer in the Punishment Hall of Huashen Sect is a hard job. There are many things to do every day, but the salary is pitifully low. Only disciples who are not talented and have no development potential will go to such a place.

He volunteered to go, and the sect naturally fulfilled his wish.

Unexpectedly, he started to do the same in the Sky Prison of the Punishment Hall by relying on the skill of "making money" he learned from the jailers when he was the city lord in the mortal world and inspected the local prison.

He quickly accumulated a large amount of resources, and relying on the accumulation of resources, he finally broke through to the foundation-building stage.

So this craft was passed down.

Of course, because he took too much money, this man offended many prisoners and finally died in some corner.

"Captain, this is the actual situation." Zhao San said in a low voice with a smile on his face.

He didn't expect that he was just a guard, but was transferred to the patrol team.

You have to know that a guard is just a gatekeeper and is no match for the patrol team.

How could this huge prison in the Punishment Hall require several of them in the Qi Condensation Stage to guard it?

The prison in the Criminal Law Hall is guarded by a large formation. Even if someone in the third stage of the Golden Core comes to attack, they will die on the spot once the formation is activated.

Even if the formation is fully activated, it can hold off a Nascent Soul for a while.

All the guards have to do is stand at the door every day or receive prisoners. They can’t do anything else, not even practice. They can only wait for others to change shifts and then go down to practice.

The patrol team is different. They patrol twice a day, once in the morning and once in the evening. The rest of the time is arranged by themselves and they have a lot of free time.

And because it is a patrol, it is not limited to a certain area, you can go anywhere on this level, and sometimes there are even other unexpected income.

"Isn't this extortion?" Tang Ansheng said casually.

After listening to Zhao San's narration, he knew that "taking money" was essentially "robbing money" from the hands of the prisoners or the forces behind them.

All the prisoners in the Heavenly Prison of the Punishment Hall are immortal cultivators, so it's not surprising that they are rich.

"Hey, captain, there is still a big difference." Zhao San said.

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He didn't expect that the old man in his seventies or eighties who was originally arrested would suddenly become the captain of the first-level patrol team.

How big a relationship must be behind this to make a prisoner become like this!

He didn't know, he only knew that the other party deliberately transferred him to his side and promoted him.

"I didn't expect that I would be promoted just because of one sentence. The world is so unpredictable."

Zhao San thought so in his heart, and continued on the surface: "There is a lot of knowledge behind this money transfer."

"This cultivator is not a true immortal, and the spiritual energy in the prison is locked by the formation. They also need to eat."

"As for what they eat, that depends on what they paid."

Zhao San led Tang Ansheng forward, taking detours until they arrived at the cooking area.

Normally, he couldn't enter such a place with his original identity, but with Tang Ansheng's identity as the captain of the patrol team, he could get in easily.

After all, in this prison, the patrol team has a special status, and the captain’s status and position are, in a sense, only below the chief and deputy chief warden.

"Captain, look, this is what the prisoners are fed."

Tang Ansheng looked in the direction of his finger and found several large pots of boiling water. There was all sorts of black stuff inside.

Seeing him coming, several chefs who were cooking wanted to stop what they were doing to entertain him, but he stopped them with a wave of his hand.

The chefs were unsure of the temperament of the new patrol captain, so they did not dare to do anything unnecessary and could only watch from a distance.

"What's in here?"

Zhao San pointed upwards and said, "Captain, there are many newcomers on the ground who are still in the low-level Qi training stage. They cannot feed on spiritual energy, so they also need to eat. These are their leftovers."

"Most of the leftovers are packed up and sent here by a special person, and then boiled into paste by the chef and fed to the prisoners."

Tang Ansheng took a look and felt that the food the pigs in his hometown ate was better than this.

If word got out in his hometown that feeding prisoners this kind of food would spread, I wonder how many saintly bitches would write articles to condemn it.

But he liked the way Huashen Sect handled things.

If you, a prisoner, eat better than normal people, are you here on vacation or to atone for your sins in prison?

"We are also responsible for distributing the food. Those who pay can get better food."

"Those who didn't pay or committed serious crimes can only eat bone scraps, without even a sip of soup."

Zhao San said, "The prisoner's spiritual energy is locked up. He is not much stronger than an ordinary person. Eating bone scraps is acceptable for a day or two, but after a long time, no matter who he is, he will have to bow his head honestly."

"There are penalties on top of that."