My practice narration is weird.

Chapter 3 What Are You?

When that group of people walked down from the second floor, the cold atmosphere on the first floor gradually dissipated, and the three or five jailers dispersed, and whispered discussions could be heard from time to time.

"Uncle Wang, do we in the Heavenly Prison need to personally arrest the criminals?"

"Of course not, but... there are always exceptions."

After all, he is an old man who has worked as a jailer in Tianlao for his entire life. Apart from anything else, Uncle Wang thinks he is quite capable when it comes to information.

"Da Yan has been established for more than 700 years. The nobles above have long been intertwined. Some of them are difficult for the states and prefectures to catch, and they dare not catch them."

"And then there are those sects that practice cultivation. Haven't you noticed the attitude of the imperial court towards those sects in recent years? Some people are important in their eyes, but they are thorns in the eyes of the imperial court. However, those guys in the government office have too many procedures. By the time they take action, it's too late. For some things, we help them do it."

"Then Tianlan City is located in Qingzhou, on the border of the dynasty. There are some monsters... I won't tell you about these."

"After all, who doesn't know the relationship between our warden and the current emperor? In a word, we arrest those the imperial court dare not arrest, and we handle matters that the imperial court dare not handle. This is the Heavenly Prison."

After Uncle Wang finished speaking, he glanced at Ye Wuyou who was concentrating on his work with a very satisfied look, and a smug smile appeared on the corner of his mouth as if he had successfully revealed the secret.

Although Uncle Wang knew that the real secret of the Heavenly Prison had nothing to do with a small jailer like him, he felt very refreshed when he said it out loud.

Ye Wuyou listened to the general idea. He did not have the pride and honor of being a jailer of the Heavenly Prison like his uncle Wang. He just felt that the complicated relationships in the Great Thousand Dynasty were too tangled and would cause hidden dangers sooner or later.

However, thinking of the system's words in his mind just now, Ye Wuyou hesitated, frowned, and asked carefully.

"Uncle Wang, you are telling me, are there any criminals who would deliberately let themselves be captured? And then..."

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!" Uncle Wang's words were so decisive.

He smiled and responded, "You mean there was someone with bad intentions who got caught on purpose and took the opportunity to sneak into the prison to cause trouble? This has happened before, but the end result was always tragic."

"The Heavenly Prison is unbreakable."

……

The sky prison collapsed.

If Ye Wuyou were given another chance to choose, he would rather starve to death or die outside than use connections to get into the Heavenly Prison.

What is this thing called?

I just worked overtime. It was late at night, and I fell into a drowsy sleep, but I was awakened by a loud noise.

When he looked back, he saw the huge bluestone door that never closed suddenly fall down, sealing off the entire prison.

Then there was a constant roar coming from underfoot, the ground was shaking, and the smoke and dust falling from the top filled everything in the prison.

The emergency situation that Uncle Wang mentioned had not happened in thirty years just happened.

There was a riot in the Sky Prison, and he, a small jailer, was temporarily transferred to the second floor. As soon as he entered, he was knocked unconscious by the collapsing rocks from the roof, and then fell to the ground and could not get up.

What's in front of you?
There were six huge cages on both sides of the corridor, but the cells were empty and no prisoners were seen.

Where are my teammates? Where is Uncle Wang?

Ye Wuyou struggled to get up, but his hands paused slightly. He looked towards the cages again, with a hint of horror in his eyes.

The candlelight was dim, and I had not noticed just now that there were several figures lying in a disorderly manner on both sides of the aisle of the cage.

The clothes he was wearing were exactly the same as his own.

Among them were some of his colleagues who had entered the second floor with him, and some were faces Ye Wuyou had never seen before.

One of them had a Class C identity card on him, which meant that his cultivation was at least one level higher.

But at this moment they were lying on the ground peacefully, with no injuries on their bodies, but they were no longer breathing.

[Looking at the corpses of your colleagues, while you are unharmed, you can't help but smile peacefully, and sigh that the Wuxiang Heart Sutra is indeed wonderful.]

I'm laughing at you. Who the hell can laugh at this?
Ye Wuyou dragged himself to his feet, but his body was shaking.

He silently visualized that the tiny bit of energy in his body that he had just cultivated through the "Formless Heart Sutra" had already dissipated.

The entire Qi sea seemed to be weak, with a little Qi popping out and twitching from time to time.

I don’t know what this body went through when it was unconscious, and how the little energy in its body was used inexplicably, but at least his life was saved.

Ye Wuyou estimated that his current condition was similar to when he had just "come back to life from the dead", and he even felt weak when walking.

At the same time, Ye Wuyou was also carefully looking at the cages around him.

There was no sign that the cage had been opened; even the strange-shaped chains were still attached to the cage, with no signs of having been removed.

An empty cell?

But no matter how you look at it, this place doesn't look like the second level of the sky prison that Uncle Wang mentioned.

[It's just a piece of wreckage on the road, how dare you show off in front of you! It's just a small trick, break it for me! ]

Ye Wuyou was startled by the words of the narration in his mind, but the following scene could only make him utter two words full of emotion.

What the hell!

In Ye Wuyou's gaze, the six huge cages were rippling at this moment, just like the mist on the mirror being wiped away, revealing the picture in the mirror.

He saw it.

A naked man without legs sits and looks at himself.

A guy wearing something like white jelly skin was pressing his entire body against the cage.

A child curled up in a corner of the cage, glancing towards him from time to time.

There are three more cages, but they are a little far away and the candlelight is dim, so they are not clear.

Avenue debris? What is that?
Ye Wuyou didn't understand, but it was obvious that this was not the second level of the prison. Because the second level was where people were imprisoned!
[These wreckages of the avenue are nothing but chickens and dogs in your eyes, vulnerable to attack. It's a pity that you are not at your peak right now. You can only sigh secretly and leave gracefully. As for these losers, you can only talk about them later.]

Hmm? Ye Wuyou's eyes flashed with surprise.

Would such a scumbag narrator give in?

wrong.

Realizing something, Ye Wuyou took a few steps back.

In his sight, the monsters in the prison seemed to be closer to him.

Especially the child with white eyes, he stopped stealing glances at me at some point and turned his whole head towards me.

Ye Wuyou felt his scalp tingling as he felt the gazes focused on him.

Run! Can't wait!
He stood up unsteadily and ran to the other end of the aisle.

He didn't know what the so-called avenue wreckage was, but he couldn't die again anyway.

He didn't know the exit, but at least he tried to stay away from the monsters in the cages as much as possible.

His legs felt like they were filled with lead, but Ye Wuyou was running as fast as he could.

As Ye Wuyou ran, the already long and narrow corridor became darker and darker, and the few candlelights along the way did not seem to be enough to illuminate the prison.

My already tired body seemed to have reached its limit, and my legs felt like they were not my own.

Ye Wuyou supported his hands on his knees, bent over and gasped.

In the dim light, the corridor seemed to have come to an end.

Ye Wuyou, who had just sat down and was leaning against the stone wall, breathing heavily, suddenly felt a chill in his heart and looked to the side as if possessed by a ghost.

Just happened to meet a pair of bright eyes.

The girl in white sat cross-legged quietly on the ground, with a long sword across her body.

Her long black hair cascaded down behind her like a waterfall. The faint candlelight illuminated her picturesque face. As the candle flame swayed, a graceful figure was reflected on the wall beside her.

But on his wrist, there was a touch of crimson, staining the white clothes.

At this moment, the other person was looking at him with a cold and chilly gaze.

Ye Wuyou always felt that the other person looked familiar.

[Dark, dangerous, strange, injured woman]

[All the elements are complete. It's a dark night, a murder night, and a dark wedding night. Now a man and a woman are alone in a cell. She is injured and must be very weak. She needs a handsome and careful man to take good care of her. As long as you seize the opportunity and take advantage of her, you can refine her into a furnace in the future...]

bass!
In just a moment, the man in white stood in front of Ye Wuyou with a sword in his hand.

When the cold sword tip was less than 0.01 centimeters away from his throat, Ye Wuyou had no time to react.

The girl's lingering murderous intent made Ye Wuyou lose his mind for a moment.

You call this very weak?
Are you letting me take advantage of this?

"Wait a minute, lady. I am your colleague. There may be some misunderstanding here."

Ye Wuyou finished speaking in one breath, but his eyes were fixed on a special token made for the Heavenly Prison on the waist of the woman in front of him.

[B]

The jailers in the Heavenly Prison are divided into four levels, A, B, C, and D from high to low. Ye Wuyou, who is not even at level D, is undoubtedly a rookie.

And Class B, at least at this moment and here, is undoubtedly a big shot.

The girl's murderous intent came and went quickly.

But the sword tip never left his throat at all.

The frosty-faced girl spoke slowly with a calm expression.

"I...I know."

The girl's voice sounded a little strange, her beautiful eyes stared at Ye Wuyou, and her mouth opened.

Hesitant to speak.

Ye Wuyou looked puzzled.

Since you know he's a colleague, why don't you put the sword away?

Is there anything wrong?

Girl, if you have something to say, please say it quickly!
Looking at the other person's hesitant expression, Ye Wuyou couldn't help it.

"Lady, do you have any questions?"