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Volume 1 Chapter 4 Release from Prison!  At the third watch of the moon, the courtyard shines brightly on people like snow

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    The living dead and the old prisoner stood facing each other across an iron fence as thick as a child's arm. The old prisoner was holding a long-handled ladle for feeding rice in one hand and a lantern made of paper in the other. There seemed to be nothing wrong with it.  However, from Ye Yi'an's squatting angle, he could clearly see that the old prisoner's throat had been tightly grasped by the hands of the living dead, which were like bird's claws.  What¡¯s strange is that Lao Jinzi¡¯s vitals were restrained, and he was clearly out of breath and unable to breathe, but he didn¡¯t struggle. His cloudy, dead fish-like eyes seemed to be pulled by a thread to stare at the face of the living dead.  The position where Ye Yian was squatting happened to be able to see the side face and one eye of the living dead. At this time, the living dead's eyes suddenly opened, and the dark red pupils inside had turned into a pool of flowing green blood. In addition, his appearance  , He really looked like a ghost from the abyss.  Slowly, the green blood began to swirl slowly, faster and faster, and finally turned into a deep whirlpool Ye Yi'an turned his head suddenly, gasping for breath, and no longer dared to look into the eyes of the living dead.  Just now, as the green blood swirled, he seemed to have fallen into a sea of ??blood filled with undead and full of death.  The dark wind above the sea of ????blood stirred up huge waves, and the ghostly cries and screams pierced people's hearts and souls.  Amid the dark wind and turbulent waves, a huge whirlpool was suddenly formed on the sea of ????blood, with an edge that could not be seen at a glance. He was caught in it and turned sharply with the waves. He sank a little deeper with each turn, and gradually reached the bottom.  In the whirlpool of the sea of ??blood, the conical coldness, like countless pairs of bone-white ghost hands, penetrated into the body and tore and devoured his three souls and seven souls.  With just one thought, the soul will sink into the sea of ??blood and the soul will disappear.  After his wheezing subsided, Ye Yi'an stroked his forehead and broke into a cold sweat.  He was horrified, and when he looked again, Ye Yian resolutely avoided the eyes of the living dead.  The living dead man raised his other ghost hand, which was only covered with skin and bones, to the top of Lao Jinzi's head, and then thrust it straight in.  The strongest skull in the human body was broken open like rotten mud by this hand.  At the same time, the hand of the living dead that was strangling his throat had slipped down and pierced into the chest of the old prisoner. When his two hands were pulled out together, there was a living heart hanging in the palm of his right hand. That heart  You Zi was beating in and out incessantly; and there were five blood lines on the five fingers of the living dead left hand, one end connected to the fingertips, and the other end connected to the five bloody holes in the skull of the old prisoner.  Five lines of blood that were clearly still flowing formed a pair of shackles, locking several of the almost transparent, smoke-like invisible objects inside tightly, making it difficult to escape no matter how hard they collided.  Those invisible light smoke finally merged into the five blood lines, and then the five blood lines flowed upstream through the fingertips and penetrated into the orifices of the facial features of the living dead.  Under the dim yellow light, the dark and dark prison suddenly turned into an extremely eerie and terrifying ghost at this moment. Ye Yi'an bit his lips tightly, and his face, which had no trace of blood at all, became even paler.  After the five lines of blood that merged into the invisible light smoke entered the body, the living dead raised his right hand and actually ate the still-beating heart in his palm.  A moment after eating, blood suddenly flowed out of the eyes of the living dead, but the blood did not fall to the ground, but followed the same route and flowed back into Lao Jinzi's body through his fingertips.  Lao Jinzi, whose eyes had been closed after his heart was taken out, suddenly opened his eyes, but there was no trace of life in his eyes anymore, and they were suddenly glowing dark red.  This man lost his heartand he didn't die!  There was a sound of heavy breathing. The living dead with a relieved face seemed to have exhausted all his energy. He gasped and could no longer stand. He stumbled back a few steps and then fell to the ground.  Glancing at the hole in the wall, the living dead panting like thunder said in a hoarse voice: "Come here." Following his words, the old prisoner outside the fence walked straight to Ye Yi'an's cell.  A bunch of keys to each cell in the Black Prison.  Although Lao Jinzi is not dead, his eyes are dull and his whole body is stiff when he walks. He looks like a human puppet.  After stiffly opening the door to Ye Yi'an's and the Living Dead's cells, the old prisoner held the key in one hand, pulled out the official sword from his waist with the other, and walked towards the other two cells.  In addition to Ye Yi'an, there are still two other people imprisoned in this black prison.  It's just that those two people are not as good as Ye Yi'an, whose muscles, bones and blood have been washed away, and the strange living dead. After their cultivation was abolished when they were imprisoned, and they were tortured by the harsh environment of the black prison, those two people could no longer stand.  Get up, dying.  It had been locked for a long time and lacked lubrication. There was a harsh noise when the prison door was opened. Ye Yi settled for a moment, looked at the door up and down, and then exhaled a long breath and walked out of his apartment.  More than three years in prison.  "When the tiger falls in Pingyang, the thief God comes to bully me again. He actually made an extremely crude puppet technique so sloppy and sloppy. It's hard to believe."Very good.  It¡¯s just a bloody and indecent appearance. It¡¯s hard to survive without eating people¡¯s hearts alive. Hey, I¡¯ve fallen to this. If my ancestors in heaven see this scene, they will scold me as an unworthy descendant and make you laugh.¡±  His face was covered with tangled beards, and it was impossible to see the expression on the living dead's face when he said these words, but the desolation in his words was obvious, "Five Elements Jedi!  Those bastards are really good at it." Ye Yi'an walked step by step to the cell where the living dead had opened the door, but did not go in. He just looked at him with strange eyes, "If you hadn't fallen, wouldn't my soul have been dead just now?  Taken away by you and become a walking zombie that you drive at will like this old prisoner?  Having said that, I really want to thank these Five Elements Jedi." The living dead, who was so exhausted that he seemed unable to stand up, met Ye Yian's eyes without any hint of guilt, "Ye Yian, after three years, I have known you for a long time.  You are smart and quick-thinking, and I quite appreciate your tenacity, but don¡¯t think too highly of yourself and don¡¯t know what is good or bad.  If someone just now is really determined to control you as a corpse puppet, how can you escape?  " Just now, the main power of the living dead was used on Lao Jinzi, and he was just a helper. If he attacked himself with all his strength, could he escape? Thinking further, if Lao Jinzi had attacked him first before he arrived,  , can he escape? The answer is self-evident. After the condensation pill is broken and the pill hole is shattered, he can still perform magic in a five-element Jedi place like Black Prison. Although he said that this technique is very superficial, and he is not the same after performing this superficial technique.  The deputy general looks like he is about to die, but this behavior itself is truly magical. What is the origin of this living dead? What kind of cultivation method did he use before entering the black prison?  ? The bumpy fate and the three years of hell-like asceticism gave Ye Yi'an not only a tough character, but also a calmness far beyond his actual age. Although all the thoughts flashed in his mind, his expression remained unchanged.  Rushan said, "Then what did you want to do just now?  " "I put my life on the line in exchange for a chance for you to escape. After investing such a large amount of money, I just had the opportunity to add a mark to your heart and soul. I would like to remind you from time to time not to forget the deal we agreed on last night after you go out.  Isn't that too much?  Ye Yi'an refused to give in, "Since you have the magical power to perform magic in the Five Elements Jedi, why don't you go out and do it yourself? Why are you dealing with me?"  " Hearing this, the living dead sneered and said, "Have you really become so stupid?  If the celestial phenomenon of seven stars opposing the sun had not changed today, how could a certain family entrust you with this matter that is more important than life?  But now, look at this situation, can you still get out?  " At this point, the living dead man held on and shouted loudly, "If you don't come in yet, what kind of place do you think this is?  A certain family has no time to talk nonsense with you anymore. Do you really want to die here?  " Ye Yi'an raised his head and looked around at the all-too-familiar black prison. After a moment of pondering, he stepped into the cell of the living dead. Once he took this step, there was no longer any hesitation and he went directly to the body of the living dead who was lying on the ground.  After about a cup of tea, there was a muffled sound outside the cell. The old jailer, who had been standing frozen since he killed the other two prisoners who were about to be executed, fell to the ground, followed by the corpse puppet.  Unfortunately, the living dead also closed his eyes with dark red pupils. This time, he was really dead. He looked deeply at the living dead. Ye Yi'an had no time to sigh.  The prisoner took off his official uniform and put it on, lowering his hat to cover his eyebrows. He then lifted the food barrel with one hand and held the knife at his waist with the other, hunching his chest and bending his waist, imitating the old prisoner's look.  The already very familiar footsteps were walking towards the outside of the Black Prison step by step. After going up the stairs from one side of the Black Prison, after twenty-six steps, a dark path that was only wide enough for one person to pass sideways appeared in front of him.  The trail is sandwiched between two walls. After passing through it, you will arrive at the long and gloomy Xiangzhou Prison. It is night outside the black prison, and you can clearly feel the small ventilation holes in the cells on both sides of the prison.  The night wind that blew in, even though it was very light and weak, made Ye Yi'an's steps suddenly stop, and he became distracted for a moment. Then, he tightened his grip on the sword at his waist and walked towards the bright light step by step.  He walked there. It was a ward for prison prisoners, and it was also the first hurdle he had to face before regaining his freedom. Step by step, he got closer and closer. Fortunately, he didn't encounter any prisoners who were out on patrol.  On the contrary, the shouts of drinking and fist-fighting, as well as the drunken complaints, became louder and louder. They complained that the Hungry Ghost Festival had to be celebrated in this hellish place, and complained that the family members of the prisoners who were imprisoned today were really stingy, and the wine they brought was  It was thin and astringent, and the grandfather who drank it felt angry. It had been more than three years and one thousand one hundred and ninety days and nights since he had seen such a bright light.It was only revealed through the crack in the door of the ward. Seeing that the door of the ward was almost closed, Ye Yi'an quickened his pace slightly. Just as he was about to pass the door, there was a sudden sound from behind the door.  He yelled, "Lao Shu, there were two imprisoned prisoners who laid out their corpses this afternoon. They're such lousy people and they don't have any family members to collect them and bury them. They're in the miscellaneous room across the street now. Go and bury them."  Roll up the mat, wait for someone from Yizhuang to collect the body. Two hundred apiece. You have earned the four hundred. Hurry up and come back to have a drink. If you are late, the drink will be gone." This voice sounded just right.  After that, another voice who drank until his tongue was tied shouted: "Don't forget to wash your hands when you come back." A burst of laughter rang out in the room.  Should I ignore it and continue walking out, or After thinking for a moment, Ye Yi'an walked towards the miscellaneous room opposite with the tired pace unique to the old prisoner.  The miscellaneous room was in a mess, with a dim, smelly oil lamp burning. Half of the room was piled with bundled straw, and the other half of the room was in a mess. There were two narrow thin boards on the ground, and there was a corpse on each board.  An emaciated corpse.  At a glance, he saw a back door at the back of the miscellaneous room. Ye Yi'an closed the door with his backhand and quickly followed the back door and walked out.  Outside the back door was another row of "Xuan" prison cells set up opposite each other. After walking a few steps, Ye Yian saw two prisoners patrolling in the distance ahead. The man in front was holding a bright lantern.  There is no way to avoid this prison. If he continues to move forward, he will definitely run into these two prisoners.  Retracting his steps, Ye Yi'an turned around and returned to the miscellaneous room, closing the door behind his back. After pacing several times, his mind was racing and he finally cast his eyes on the pile of bamboo mats.  There was no time to hesitate anymore, the decision was made, Dangzhi took two straw mats, rolled the two dead bodies in, and tied the mats around the waist with straw ropes.  Then, Ye Yian took out one of the corpses similar to his size and buried it in the straw together with the old prison uniform that he had taken off.  After doing this, Ye Yi'an opened the back door of the miscellaneous room, then turned back to the empty straw mat, curled up tightly and got in bit by bit.  After getting in, just as he lay down, a drop of cold sweat slipped quietly from his forehead.  He has tried his best to do everything he can, and all that is left is to wait. The result of waiting will be a big gamble, either freedom or death.  Although he survived three years in prison, he did not go crazy or stay still.  But now that there is hope for freedom, even if it is only a slim hope, Ye Yi'an is willing to put his entire life on the line for this glimmer of hope!  In this kind of suffocating waiting, every time that passes by is so long, it seems that time has been suppressed by the solemn fate and stopped flowing.  I don¡¯t know how long it took, but footsteps came from outside the room, and a voice with a stiff tongue shouted, "Lao Shu, Lao Shu" No one answered, and then the sound of the door being pushed open and a rough voice with a stiff tongue were heard.  The door murmured in a loud voice, "Where did this imprisoned old bastard die and lay his body out? Here, the two mats are rolled up and taken away quickly. On July 15th, these two short-lived ghosts cannot be here  Stay here for the night." Judging from the sound, the forbidden man, who was obviously drunk, didn't come in at all.  However, I heard two more footsteps entering the miscellaneous room, and then I heard the sound of a fire sickle being struck. Someone was burning paper, and someone was mumbling something.  Later, Ye Yi'an, who was holding his breath and concentrating, felt a sudden coldness on his forehead, and someone didn't know who pasted a piece of yellow paper on his face.  Then, he was lifted up one by one by the two people and walked out. After about forty or fifty steps, he was thrown onto a hard board cart with an old horse driving the shaft, including the mat.  The carriage rumbled as it moved forward, passing four sentry posts and stopping four times.  But on this Ghost Festival night, it was obvious that no prisoner or official was willing to mess with these "dead bodies". The yellow paper on Ye Yi'an's face was never uncovered once.  After the fourth pause, the carriage moved forward unimpeded. Gradually, in addition to the sound of the old horse snorting, Ye Yian's ears began to hear various noises that should be expected in the city at night.  This walk lasted for more than half an hour, and the surroundings of the carriage went from silence to noise, and then gradually returned to silence. Finally, the carriage stopped, and Ye Yian was lifted out of the carriage. Just when he reached out and held the waist knife tightly in his arms, he  The scene he was most worried about did not appear - no one came to untie the rope tied to his straw mat.  After waiting quietly for a while, Ye Yian heard the muttering and yawning of the two corpse bearers. These two people were not willing to bury the corpse on the night of July 15th. They discussed it in a few words and decided to wait until dawn tomorrow.  ?The vision suddenly darkened, someone was clearly blowingThe lights were turned off, and then the sound of Larry's footsteps faded away, and someone closed the door with a bang.  The surroundings were completely quiet again, and Ye Yi'an remained motionless until after a stick of incense, he quietly emerged from the straw mat.  This is a place similar to a Taoist temple. It is empty and gloomy. A faint moonlight shines through the damaged window paper, forming a mottled moon shadow on the ground. In the haze, you can vaguely see the four hanging plaques.  Big characters: "Futian Yizhuang" Accumulating good deeds and virtue is called "planting a field of blessing". Planting a field of blessing will reap blessings.  Yizhuangs are either run by the government, funded by local wealthy households, or jointly sponsored by the government and the people. They are responsible for collecting the ownerless corpses of people who have died of starvation on the local roads.  This hall-like place is full of messy things.  After two sticks of incense, Ye Yian had already changed his clothes and found some water to do some simple grooming.  He pushed the door open silently and stepped out. As soon as he came out, Ye Yi'an ran into the stars and the bright moon in the sky.  It was the night of the full moon on the 15th day of midsummer, and there was not a single cloud in the sky. The bright starlight and the watery moonlight came like this, shining brightly on Xiangzhou City, Futian Yizhuang, and Ye Yi'an.  A face as pale as snow.  At the third watch of the moon, the courtyard is shining like snow, and the people are like snow. It is so miserable that the cuckoo cries blood.  Ye Yi'an paused, looked up at the star and the moon, and slowly closed his eyes. From the corners of his eyes, two lines of clear cold tears fell silently
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