Sword from the Immortal Mountain

Chapter 5: 5: Holding a sharp blade, the desire to kill
"Chen Guiyang, Chen Guiyang, it's time to get going!"

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, heading this way.

Chen Jin remembered the name "Chen Guiyang", but he had no impression of the other person.

Seeing that Chen Jin was about to be beheaded, the old writer was reluctant to let him go. He thought this young man was quite good, well-mannered and polite, but every time he went to the toilet, the smell was a bit strong.

Such people have to go to jail unjustly and become scapegoats.

God has no eyes!
He sighed and said, "Young man, we have known each other for such a long time, but I still don't know your name. Now you are about to be tied up and taken to the execution ground. What do you want to say to me?"

Chen Jin said calmly: "Nothing, I feel fine."

"fine?"

The old writer was confused and thought that the man was about to die, so he was stimulated and started talking nonsense again.

There was a bang, and two jailers came with lanterns in their hands. One of them took out a key to open the door and shouted, "Chen Guiyang, come out quickly."

Chen Jin stepped out without hesitation.

The door is low and narrow, so you need to bend down to get through.

The jailer held up the lantern and looked him up and down, looking surprised: "It's strange that you have been so well-fed in prison!"

At this time, Chen Jin looked unkempt, with disheveled hair and a dirty face, and his facial features could hardly be discerned.

The clothes he was wearing were torn in many places and covered in mud.

This kind of person is suitable to be a scapegoat.

But his body shape had obviously become straighter, completely different from the other prisoners who looked skinny, hunched and timid.

Chen Jin grinned and said, "Thanks to the jailer brother for taking care of me and sending delicious food here every day."

The two jailers looked at each other with confusion on their faces.

They had done this more than once or twice. Every time they did it, those people would either cry out to the heavens and shout that they were wronged, or be so frightened that they lost control of their bowels and bladder and turned into a puddle of mud.

Unlike now, Chen Jinyun looked calm and composed, as if he had no idea that he was going to be sent to be beheaded, but thought he would be released.

Could it be that he was hit stupidly by a club?
That would be best, it would save a lot of effort.

A jailer said with a fake smile: "No problem! Just lower your head."

He took out a pair of shackles and was about to put them on.

Normally in prison, a weak scholar like Chen Jin would not be put in shackles and chains.

Such methods are mainly used to deal with serious criminals or evil gangsters and bandits who are skilled in martial arts.

"Easy to say."

Chen Jin said this, pretending to lower his head, but he stretched out his hand and pulled out the sword from the jailer's waist.

The sword flashed.

A good man's head rolled down immediately.

With another backhand strike, the sharp tip of the knife pierced into the heart of another jailer.

He was caught off guard, let out a scream, and then fell down.

The two blades are sharp and crisp.

Looking at the blade again, it was already a little curled.

This sword is of poor quality.

Chen Jin held a lantern in one hand and a knife in the other, and said to the cell: "Father, I'm asking you again, are you going to leave or not?"

Startled by the noise, the old writer stuck his head out and saw two jailers lying in a pool of blood. He was immediately frightened.

He had no idea what was going on. When he finally reacted, he subconsciously raised his leg and took a step forward.

It took only one step, and then it stopped at the door.

There was a fierce struggle between my conscience and my desires in my heart.

Although I don't know what method Chen Jin used to kill the two jailers, such an act is equivalent to escaping from prison and rebelling. Then, if I follow him, wouldn't I be an accomplice?

From then on, the government wanted him and he had to flee to the ends of the earth, with no place to stay.

At the same time, the old writer began to doubt Chen Jin's identity.

Could the person who dared to kill two jailers with a sword be a weak scholar from a poor family?
In addition, the entire death row is guarded by more than two jailers. Once you get outside, you will definitely encounter other jailers and even attract soldiers.

It is not difficult to walk out of this prison door now, but the difficult part is to actually walk outside the prison.

Thinking of this, the old writer sighed and retracted his feet: "Young man, I can't leave, and I dare not leave."

Chen Jin glanced at him, then walked away with a lantern and a knife in hand.

Watching his back as he left and quickly disappeared around the corner, the old writer inexplicably felt a sense of regret in his heart.

But at this point, there is no point in regretting, and there is no point in catching up.

He slowly hid back in the cell, but then he became curious and walked to the mud wall where Chen Jin was.

The two of them were in the same room, and for many days, they had tacitly agreed to each take one side and not interfere with each other. The lighting in the room was poor, so it was difficult to see clearly what the other was doing.

Now, with the help of light, the old writer saw that there were many things dropped on the ground here.

They were actually cockroaches.

The prison environment is dirty, and it is normal for rats, ants, mosquitoes, etc. to breed. However, rats are cunning and generally cannot be killed. If they can be caught, they can be a kind of meat.

In comparison, there will be more cockroaches and they will be easier to catch.

The old writer was imprisoned in the death row. After a long time, he was so hungry that he would rummage through the straw and catch cockroaches to eat.

But you can’t eat it often.

There are still a lot of cockroaches in the cell, and sometimes they crawl onto my body when I sleep.

But the strange thing is that since Chen Jin was imprisoned, the old writer felt that there were fewer cockroaches.

Other mosquitoes and other insects seemed to disappear all of a sudden.

At that time, he didn't pay much attention to it, but now when he saw so many cockroaches dead on the ground, he realized that something was wrong.

The old writer blinked his eyes, made another discovery, and reached out to touch the mud wall.

The wall was uneven and full of potholes, like marks left by raindrops.

These marks are not caused by aging, but are new pits.

This is……

The image of Chen Jin holding a rice straw and waving it at the mud wall immediately appeared in his mind.

Who is this young man?

The old writer was shocked and regretted even more: Perhaps, he should have followed him and left...

……

Chen Jin walked with a knife in hand and saw that the design and layout of the death row was quite thoughtful, with cells staggered and branched out. Many of the cells were empty, with no prisoners imprisoned in them.

Maybe there weren't so many serious criminals to catch; or maybe this batch had just been taken out and beheaded.

No wonder the prison has been so quiet these past few days.

Chen Jin ignored all that and just walked outside, passed through an open door, and soon came to an outer room.

The place was spacious and brightly lit, with chairs and tables set out in the middle, filled with wine and meat. A fat, big-eared prison boss was sitting at the top, with two jailers on his left and right.

The wine, meat and dishes on the table have just been served, but we haven’t started eating yet.

"you?"

The jailer happened to be sitting opposite this side. He was the first to notice Chen Jin coming out. He was so surprised that he cried out, "The prisoner has escaped!"

In response to him, there was a streak of knife light.

(End of this chapter)