My practice narration is weird.

Chapter 61 The storm is coming
Ye Wuyou walked out of the alley, the wide black robe he took from the group of people covered his figure well.

"Pah, pah."

Water drops fell from the sky which seemed so far away.

First it was one drop, then two drops, and the next moment it turned into a downpour.

The crowds that were originally bustling on the street disappeared in the rain in an instant.

Even the bloodstains under Ye Wuyou's feet disappeared under the heavy rain.

This rain looks like it will last a long time.

That’s good, this way the bodies will be discovered later.

It's not surprising that I'm being targeted by the other party.

After all, if I can tell that there is something wrong with my memory, then the other person will obviously be able to notice it when he sees me.

If I were Wu Zulong, and I saw a dead person whom I had killed come back to life, I would probably do the same thing as he did.

The enemy is in the light and I am in the dark, or the enemy is in the dark and I am in the light?
Neither, both have been on the surface from the beginning to the end.

But obviously I am more passive.

"It's careless."

Ye Wuyou finally realized something and realized that he seemed to be not calm enough.

Perhaps it was because of the other party's cowardly and useless image that day that made him a little indifferent and overlooked many things.

In the past, when he attacked an ordinary person like me, he had carefully designed so many means. How could he not make a plan when facing myself now?

Ma Liu is just a thrown fishhook, trying to catch the fish himself.

But unfortunately the angler is not very good.

This group of practitioners are only at the first or second level, and some of them do not meet the requirements of the prefect.

In other words, all these things were done by the dissolute Third Young Master alone?
There is an expert in that mansion.

He didn't dare to look for outsiders, nor did he dare to look for his father, the prefect. What was he trying to cover up?
That painting.

It was pouring rain, and Ye Wuyou was walking on the deserted street.

Ye Wuyou did not go home because his home was not safe, so he headed towards the Heavenly Prison.

But somewhere along the way, Ye Wuyou looked up and walked in.

Cuiyueju.

Ye Wuyou, who was soaked all over, stood in front of the hall wrapped in a black robe.

"I want a pot of peach wine."

"Just peach blossom wine? We have many kinds of peach blossom wine. Which one would you like, sir?" the shopkeeper asked with a smile.

Many kinds? Ye Wuyou thought about it carefully, and then seemed to remember something.

He spoke with a strange look on his face.

"I want Miss Taozi's homemade brew..."

"Oh~"

The wine was a small pot, but very expensive. Ye Wuyou paid the money with some reluctance.

Before leaving, he hesitated and asked one more question.

"What is brewed by yourself?"

"Sir, don't you know? Let me explain it to you. It's like this..."

"Also, this wine is very intoxicating."

Ye Wuyou had never drunk it, but he was greatly shocked.

……

When Ye Wuyou saw Wang Fugui again, he was quite busy distributing food to the prisoners.

This job was previously done by Ye Wuyou.

Many people had died in the Tianlao before. Although they were gradually replenished, some of them had also left.

The most departing prison guards are those in Class D.

Different from those Class C and Class B below, most of Class D can only reach the end of one realm in this life and have no hope of cultivation.

To make a living and find a job.

What if there is another riot in prison?

Who would risk their life for such a small amount of money?

Only after he finished helping Uncle Wang did Ye Wuyou sit down and talk with him.

"Young man Ye, you are back from a mission this time. I saw you being taken away by Zhao Changhe last time. It seems that you will be moving to a higher position soon."

"You see, the prison is more chaotic than before, but there are more opportunities here, and there is a shortage of people everywhere. You must seize the opportunity."

Uncle Wang drank tea and talked on and on.

"Don't bother me, Uncle Wang. I'm just curious. You're old, Uncle Wang. Why do you still want to stay here? It's not easy to be a prisoner these days."

This is the truth. There are few people and many tasks. Even the [D] level has opened up task permissions.

Uncle Wang is already fifty years old and has been a prison guard for more than thirty years. Although he may not have made a lot of money, he could have retired and enjoyed his life long ago.

At this point, the man with wrinkles at the corners of his eyes sighed, his expression changed, and the scar on his face seemed slightly distorted under the candlelight.

"What do you think I am? You are still young and don't understand the mess at home. My wife doesn't work, my son messes around all day and has no achievements, and there is a money-loser at home."

"Money-losing stuff?" Ye Wuyou didn't react at first.

"My daughter is still young, but pretty." Uncle Wang said, the scar on his face relaxed a little, and he smiled faintly.

"Damn it, I have to save up a dowry for that money-loser so that she can enjoy a glorious life, otherwise she will be bullied in the future."

"Tell me, what will happen if I don't continue working? My family depends on me for support." Ye Wuyou didn't continue the topic. If he was well fed, the whole family would not be hungry.

"Uncle Wang, do you know anything about that prefect?"

"I know. That person is famous for many things... Why are you asking this? We, the little people, should not get involved in the affairs of big shots."

Uncle Wang had a puzzled look in his eyes and his words were filled with a hint of admonition.

Ye Wuyou shook his head, his eyes firm.

"It's not a big deal... In the past few months, has there been anything unusual around the prefect?"

Uncle Wang was silent for a while, took a sip of tea, and seemed to be hesitating.

The hot steam from the teacup rose slowly, making his face blurry.

"There was one incident in the past few months, but it wasn't a big deal. Instead, it was a good story. You came late, and everyone in the prison knew about it."

"A few months ago, a demon appeared out of nowhere beside the prefect. It seemed that it could transform into a beautiful woman and broke into the prefect's mansion."

"Later, our Lord Zhao got the news and rushed to the prefect to help kill the evil spirit. The prefect even came to the Heavenly Prison to express his gratitude and gave us a lot of things."

Zhao Changhe?
Does he have a good relationship with the prefect?
After saying goodbye to Uncle Wang, Ye Wuyou wanted to find Zhao Changhe. He had also met those jailers.

But Zhao Changhe was not there.

If we can’t find Zhao Changhe, we can’t find Lu Qingshan.

Even the Tianyan method could not find any trace of him.

Lu Qingshan's whereabouts are erratic, and only a few people know his movements.

Ye Wuyou calmed himself down and walked towards the fifth floor of the Heavenly Prison.

……

"Snapped."

Wu Zulong sat on the bed, staring blankly at the blank space in front of him with a lifeless face, and there was a bright red handprint on his face.

A woman with disheveled clothes was kneeling on the ground, kowtowing continuously.

At this moment, Magistrate Wu was standing aside with an angry look on his face, pointing and cursing.

"Look at you, what a mess you are in. I thought you would behave yourself by confining you for a few days, but I didn't expect you to be so absurd."

"You hang out on the streets all day long. Look at your eldest and second brothers, and then look at yourself."

"You can't practice cultivation, you can't study, you just do these absurd things to amuse yourself all day long."

"Your father is the prefect, and you have brought shame upon me."

In a fit of rage, Magistrate Wu beat his son severely again.

A gorgeously dressed lady rushed in, pushed the man out, and then whispered to comfort the silent Wu Zulong.

She stuffed a stack of banknotes into Wu Zulong's hand.

"Don't worry about your father, he's a psychopath. Take the money and do whatever you want. Don't stay at home and get bored."

Soon, he was the only one left in the room.

Outside the door, there is a wall.

Prefect Wu had a solemn look on his face, and beside him stood an old man in a gray robe.

"Master Wu, we have found out that the group of people that the Third Young Master borrowed yesterday were for the purpose of killing a Heavenly Prison jailer."

"As for the reason, it may be related to the fact that the Third Young Master was deceived by the evil spirit a few months ago."

Magistrate Wu looked at the old man, his expression softened a little, and his words were more respectful.

"Killed him?"

"No, seven in the first realm, four in the second realm, all dead."

"The other party is at a very high level?"

"No, it's just one realm."

Prefect Wu was silent for a while, then patted the old man on the shoulder and spoke earnestly.

"Although my son is useless, he is my flesh and blood after all. However, this kid is scared of me to death and has a stubborn temper. If he doesn't discuss this matter with me, it will easily leave hidden dangers."

"Mr. Liu, thank you for your trouble."

The grey-robed old man smiled and shook his head, "It's no problem."

Magistrate Wu's expression relaxed and he spoke slowly.

"One more thing. If you take action, Mr. Liu, please do not expose yourself. After all, you are from the Heavenly Prison. If you use your Dharma image, it will be too conspicuous."

The gray-robed old man nodded, signaling the other party not to worry.

You are in the fourth realm, and the other party is in only one realm. Why do you need to use the Dharma image?

"What are you going to do next, my Lord?"

"As for me, I have an appointment with Zhao Changhe to have dinner together. If there is anything, it's just a jailer... It can be solved at the dinner table."

The two figures gradually disappeared into the distance.

Inside the room, Wu Zulong slowly walked to the bookshelf.

Then, he opened the painting.

His expression went from empty, to gloomy, and finally to madness.

"Deal... No, I want a different condition."

"I don't want you to help me kill the jailer. I want to do it myself."

"I want to become stronger, realm is everything."

"Any price, anything is fine!"

(End of this chapter)