According to his previous temper, this kid should be kicked out at this time, but thinking about the unknown life and death of Lao Yangtou, his tone softened.

He casually took out a yellowed ancient book and threw it away:

"Let's compare it and see if something goes wrong again. Stop learning martial arts and go home and farm!"

After that, ignore Yang Yu again.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Wang!"

After catching the ancient book, Yang Yu's eyes lit up, he thanked him and left the room.

Closing his eyes for a moment, he saw an ancient book in the corner of the Cauldron of Gluttony, leaning against the scroll of human skin and the broken knife.

[Ingredients: Yellowed ancient books]

[Level: Yes (upper)]

[Quality: OK (top)]

[Evaluation: The power of the external skills created by the long-standing thief in his later years is acceptable. If it reaches great success, there may be surprises]

[Available through refining: Externally practicing hard kung fu ‘Iron Crotch Kung Fu’]

[Energy storage completed, can be refined]

"The Gluttony Cauldron's judgment of ingredients has nothing to do with the material. The secret book written by Wang Fobao is not recognized as ingredients. Is it because he has never practiced this external skill?"

"Or is it that you didn't put all your effort into it?"

Yang Prison breathed a sigh of relief.

After closing the courtyard door, Yang Yu thought in his mind and kept walking. Before long, he had arrived outside the Yamen.

It has been in disrepair and is dilapidated.

Even though it was not the first time he saw the Yamen, Yang Yu couldn't help but frown.

The hub of a county and the face of a city have become like this. The Ming Dynasty will probably end sooner or later...

Not long after, a middle-aged man wearing jailer's clothes walked out of the county government office.

This middle-aged man had a stocky build and a simple face. He was holding a government uniform and a waist knife. He took a few glances at Yang Yu and walked over.

"Brother Li."

Yang Yu said hello.

The yamen servant's name was Li Chuyi. He had been a yamen servant for several years and he recognized him.

"Put on these clothes."

Li Chuyi was a little cold and threw his clothes and waist knife to Yang Yu and asked him to put it on.

Yang Yu frowned slightly, but without saying anything, he changed his clothes on the street and carried the knife on his shoulder.

After months of hard work, his muscles and bones have not yet changed, but his body shape has become well-proportioned. The jailer uniform is not pretty, but it is still eye-catching.

"When you get a new sword, just throw away the broken one."

Li Chuyi said calmly, turning around and heading towards the east of the city, regardless of whether Yang Yu was listening.

Among the four major districts in the inner city, Nancheng, where the Yamen is located, is the most prosperous, followed by Beicheng, followed by Xicheng, and the most desolate one is Dongcheng.

Because the main prison of Black Mountain City is in the East City.

The two of them walked very slowly, and before long, they could see that there were no other houses around it from a distance.

It was dusty and looked like a gloomy prison.

Unlike the yamen, which has been in disrepair for a long time, the prison in Heishan City has been repaired every year, and is closely guarded by soldiers and jailers inside and outside.

Yang Yu heard from Zhu Shisan that there were many mechanisms in this prison, and there were even powerful crossbows.

If an idler wants to rob the prison, he will be shot through before entering.

Walking into the prison door, there seems to be two worlds in front of and behind the door.

As soon as he walked in, the smell of dampness, decay, stench, blood, feces and urine rushed up, making Yang Yu's eyelids twitch wildly.

Fortunately, it has been more than a year since he traveled through time, and his mild mysophobia has been beaten to death by life.

There was no other reaction besides frowning.

Li Chuyi pointed to the two rows of tables and chairs in front of the prison: "There is nothing to explain in the prison, just stay here and guard."

After that, he turned around and left.

"He seems to have a big opinion against me..."

Yang Yu noticed something strange.

He had also met Li Chuyi. Because of the old man's relationship, although the relationship was not good before, it was not bad either. When they met, they always greeted him with a smile.

This is...

"Are you Old Yangtou's son?"

Yang Prison looked calmly at the dark prison, and an old jailer walked over.

The jailer was probably older than Lao Yangtou. His clothes were in tatters and he had a cigarette pipe in his mouth. His face was so wrinkled that his eyes were so crowded that he couldn't even see it.

"You always?"

Prison Yang pulled out a bench and asked the old jailer to sit down.

"Then it's no wonder that Mr. Li is in a very bad mood."

The old jailer took a puff of cigarette and showed his yellow teeth:

"Dad, he is dead. Do you have any pension for him? How can he not feel bad when he sees you?"

"Because of the old man's pension?"

Yang Prison was startled.

But I didn't expect it to be because of this.

But this, if you want to complain, you have to blame Sanchi Liucai. What does it have to do with yourself?

"It's a pity that this kid doesn't understand anything. He doesn't even think about it. How can there be an immortal in this world who can take money from our Master Liu?"

The old jailer Bang Bang banged his pipe and pot and sneered:
Chapter completed!