One of the prison guards said this with a smile, and then dragged Yang Hua who was lying on the ground up.
"Let's go, go to your nest."
The two prison guards supported Yang Hua, who had been beaten half-dead, and slowly walked towards the prison cell.
The prison cells resemble a gloomy basement, with dim lighting, and each yellowish light bulb is covered with an iron sleeve that does not emit much light.
With a leap of seemingly endless dim corridors, in front of it is the door of the prison.
As soon as I arrived at the door, I could hear the terrible shouts inside, the sound was like a man on the verge of death struggling, and it was like a madman screaming there, and as the voice fell, after a while, there was a terrible cry for help from the prison.
But the guards outside the cell stood there as if they hadn't heard, motionless.
At this time, the two prison guards had already dragged Yang Hua to the door of the cell.
A prison guard on the opposite side saw that the two were coming, saluted, and pressed his hand to the place next to him, and the prison door that was originally closed was suddenly opened.
A pungent smell of blood rushed towards him, and it was unimaginably big inside.
Rows of iron cells are full of prisoners who look like crazy people.
When the prisoners saw the prison guards pulling a new person over, they shouted even more, and some even threw out the sheets and quilts of the cells through the iron bars.
There they laughed wildly, scolded endlessly, and posed ugly in all sorts of ways.
A few prison guards seemed to be used to these things any longer.
He didn't even look up at the prisoners. dragged the unconscious Yang Hua towards the inside.
In the prison, the inmates screamed even more vigorously.
There was originally a row of cells in the inner place, this cell was hundreds of numbers, larger than the previous one, I saw that the prisoners here didn't know what was going on, their faces, but the table did not have the ugliness of the prisoners in front of them just now, they didn't shout, they just sat there, quietly looking at Yang Hua, who was beaten half dead and motionless by the prison guards.
I saw that in one of the northernmost cells, a man with a dragon tattoo and undulating muscles quietly shouted to a tall figure in front of him: "Big brother, I'm here to send the dead ghost again." ” The tall figure called the eldest brother did not turn around, but only looked at him from his back, it was not only chilling, but the knife marks on this guy's back, counting, there were more than a dozen in total.
The back of the teeth and claws shows the people a wild manhood.
I saw the man slowly turn around.
In the dim light, I saw that he had a resolute face, bronzed skin with innate strength and strength, and his developed muscles were simply inferior to those of a bodybuilding instructor.
He didn't say anything on his face, and he didn't look at Yang Hua, who was beaten to death, and slowly lay down.
"When you come here, it's the same if you die early or later."
After he said this coldly, he didn't say anything more, and lay on the bed and slowly closed his eyes.
The man with a dragon tattoo on his body carefully recalled this sentence, shook his head and sighed, lay down, and did not say another word. said that Yang Hua was brought into this inner cell.
I only heard a prison guard dragging Yang Hua while shouting at the dim cell: "17, I will give you one more substitute for the dead ghost." ” The loud words resounded throughout the cell.
But not a single person in the entire cell spoke, except for a small number of people who raised their eyes and looked this way.
I don't know who the person named 17 in the prison guard's mouth is, but the prison guard just said a word and then stopped talking, and the two prison guards dragged the half-dead Yang Hua towards one of the cages.
One of the prison guards, from his pocket, took out a string of rattling keys, opened the iron door, only to see that the cell was very small, as if it could only accommodate two people, and suddenly a round and chubby head appeared inside, rubbed his eyes, sat up from the bed, and looked at the two prison guards outside in surprise.
"You have one more here, from now on."
One of the prison guards threw Yang Hua, who was beaten half-dead, in one fell swoop.
With a plop, Yang Hua's body hit the cold concrete floor, and his mouth snorted.
After the two prison guards threw Yang Hua in, they closed the iron door again.
Bang.
The two guards didn't say a word, and walked silently towards the outside of the cage.
And the guy with a big round head inside jumped up from the bed all of a sudden, and the figure that could only be seen at this time was that this guy was short and small, and he was only 165 in size.
The chubby body looks a little funny.
But a pair of eyes are very shrewd.
After he jumped out of bed, he cautiously looked at Yang Hua, who was thrown on the ground and was already half dead.
I looked at it for a minute, and then I walked over slowly.
"Hey, hey, are you alright?"
he asked, just listening to the voice coming from the fat man's mouth.
Yang Hua, who was lying on the ground and was already half dead, did not move.
The guy with a chubby body couldn't help but kick Yang Hua lightly with his foot: "Hey, hey, are you still alive?"
Yang Hua, who was lying on the ground, finally moved at this time, and let out an uncomfortable moan from his mouth.
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The fat man hurriedly squatted down: "It turns out that you are not dead yet" He seemed to be very happy, and slowly helped Yang Hua who was lying on the ground up.
I saw that in the darkness, Yang Hua was covered with water, and the whole person was as weak as noodles.
The fat man knew what was going on at a glance, because when he was in the black prison, he was beaten like this and almost died.
Fortunately, he didn't die.
After the fat man helped him up, he slowly let Yang Hua sit on a small iron bed opposite.
On the iron bed, there was only a sheet, a bedding as thin as paper, and nothing else.
The fat man helped him to lie down and asked, "Can you speak?"
Yang Hua slowly opened his eyes, and what greeted him was a smiling fat man.
Although Yang Hua's body has been beaten to the ground, he is not without his senses, and he saw him looking at the fat man.
The fat man asked again, "Can you speak?"
Yang Hua's heart was like ashes at the moment, and he was still in the mood to speak, looking at the fat man in front of him with indifferent eyes.
The fat man smiled and continued to ask, "You just came in today?"
Yang Hua looked at him and found that he had no malicious intent, and finally nodded.
I only heard the fat man laugh and say, "That's good, that's good, I finally have a companion in the future."
By the way, my name is Liu Li, and everyone here calls me a jack of all trades, what about you?"
Yang Hua looked at this fat man nicknamed Know-it-all and slowly closed his indifferent eyes.
The fat guy called the jack-of-all-trades still looked nonchalant and continued to laugh and said, "By the way, what kind of crime did you commit, how did you get into such a ghost place?"
As soon as he spoke, a look of pain appeared on Yang Hua's face, showing that he didn't want to recall the past before that.
The jack-of-all-trades saw that Yang Hua's face was not good, and he understood what was going on, so he opened the topic with a smile and said, "You're all right, it looks like the bastard of the plague god hasn't changed at all" He sighed.
That Yang Hua was so irritable that he couldn't care about chatting with him, so he snorted.
The jack-of-all-trades seemed to be very talkative, so he said, "Hey, why don't you say a word, how interesting you are, you are about to die, why don't you say more?"
Yang Hua didn't have an indifferent face that was still indifferent, as if he had been dead since Nana was killed that day.
I only heard the know-it-all laugh himself: "You guys, this black prison is really funny weirdos."
Ay.
After speaking, he lay down on the bed alone, and no longer cared about Yang Hua.
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