After putting away the dagger, Deng Duxiu turned around and left, throwing a silver corner into the tabletop of the paving entrance.

He knew that Wang Blacksmith was guilty, so he spared his dagger for nothing.

But Wang Blacksmith didn't owe him anything, he couldn't make a fool of himself with a dagger.

Sure enough, he left, and Zhang Yuan and Song Ye chased after him.

Zhang Yuan continued to go on a journey, while Song Ye asked Wang Blacksmith to ask the truth. Wang Blacksmith did not dare to hide it, so he could only tell the truth, and was really worried for Deng Duxiu.

After asking the truth, Song Ye hurriedly chased Zhang Yuan to explain the situation.

Zhang Yuan said, "I'm in trouble now. This kid is leaving. I'll keep watching. You go and report it."

Song Ye responded and rushed forward, and soon returned, "The commander of the Ministry has an order, so he cannot leave Hanyang County, and he will be arrested and imprisoned immediately."

Zhang Yuan sighed, "I finally got to the end."

At this moment, the two of them no longer hide their whereabouts and caught up with Deng Duxiu. They clamped them from left to right. Zhang Yuan pressed a dagger against Deng Duxiu's waist and eyes, "The prison officer asks about the case, let's go with us."

This is the lively street market. Song Ye showed off the token of the Prison Officer and became a pedestrian who was watching and immediately scattered.

Deng Duxiu pretended to be panic and repeatedly told Xiaocangshan's case, which had nothing to do with him.

Zhang Yuan said, "It doesn't matter if it's relevant? After the church, you will naturally know that it has nothing to do with you. You will naturally let you back."

The two of them picked up Deng Duxiu and took it straight into the Guzhu.

It was midsummer and the scorching heat had not subsided, and the miserable white iron door of the Guard opened, and a biting cold came to my face.

Deng Duxiu walked through the dark corridor under the double-team of Song Ye and Zhang Yuan, and his rich blood and fishy smell raped his mouth and nose.

With a buzzing sound, an iron door was opened. It was a cramped cell, dark and damp, and the urine stains on the ground grew yellowed moss.

"Didn't you say it's a good thing? I'm not breaking the law."

Deng Duxiu exclaimed.

Zhang Yuan smiled grimly and said, "I'm talking a lot of nonsense. When I get here, I'm just doing the same thing. These days, you, the grandson, have made our brothers suffer."

As he said that, he rudely pressed Deng Duxiu to the rust cross in the center of the cell, took out a ball of rag, stuffed it into his mouth, and then wrapped his hands around with a rope and tied them tightly.

At this moment, Song Ye pulled out three three-inch-long silver needles from his waist.

Zhang Yuan was surprised, "Is it okay? Brother, you are too proud of him? How many days has this guy been worshipping Baiyun Temple? I'm afraid he can't even drive an embroidery needle."

Song Ye sneered, "This turtle grandson has caused us to suffer a lot. How can we make him feel better?"

As he said that, three silver needles stabbed Deng Duxiu's forehead, chest and navel.

Deng Duxiu grinned in pain, but felt a little happy in his heart.

The arrest was planned by him.

He couldn't wait any longer. If Hong Cheng had discovered the situation, he would not face Zhang Yuan and Song Ye, but Hong Cheng.

This time, Zhang Yuan and Song Ye used golden needles to pierce the acupoints and locked the hidden orifices, which was as expected by him.

All the monks caught in the Secret Prison, and monks were divided into martial arts and immortals.

When encountering martial arts practitioners, those who cannot release them will be directly broken. Most of them can be released or used to make benefits. Then use the dragon lock nail to penetrate the shoulder blades.

When you encounter someone who practices immortality, you will prick the acupoints and lock the hidden orifices. No matter how high your magic is, you will be a useless person.

What Deng Duxiu didn't expect was that after Song Ye put the golden needle hole on him, Zhang Yuan tied him tightly with a rope, and touched him inside and out, without letting go of his hair.

If you are careful, it is clearly the method of prison guards who have accumulated years.

At this moment, what made Deng Duxiu secretly happy was that his experiment was correct, and the golden needle pierced the acupoints could not limit the clear spiritual energy.

After binding Deng Duxiu, Zhang Yuan and Song Ye left.

After the two left for half an hour, Deng Duxiu began to untie the rope. He did not use his ability to drive things, but wanted to try the results of hard work injecting iron sand during this period.

But he saw his arms exerting force, his qi and blood swelling, silently, and the hemp rope as thick as a little finger was broken.

After breaking free from the rope, Deng Duxiu still leaned on the iron rack and did not take off the three golden needles that were stuck on his body. He did not dare to do too much to deal with the prison guards coming and going.

He waited quietly, and finally the third update sounded and he began to act.

He pulled out the three golden needles on his body and quietly arrived at the prison door. The golden needle was bent by him and gently stabbed it in the keyhole twice, and the prison door opened.

He studied very well in his previous life, and the mere lock-opening technique was nothing.

After leaving the prison door, there was a long dark corridor. More than a dozen cells were lined up on both sides, and dim oil lamps were lit on the walls.

Deng Duxiu walked slowly forward. It was late at night, and even the prisoner's painful moans stopped. The entire prison was as quiet as a cemetery.

Soon, he sneaked to the aisle between the two gatekeepers and stood against the wall. The boss's smell of alcohol came out from the doorkeeper on the left.

He glanced at the base of the wall with his body low, and there were six people sleeping on the doorstep on the left, drinking so hard that they were stumbled.

In the doorman on the right, three people also fell on the Eight Immortals table, with leaf signs scattered on the table.

Deng Duxiu quickly flew into the right doorman, and his move was like lightning, easily breaking the necks of the three people. The few people in the right doorman were still sleeping soundly.

Deng Duxiu flashed into the doorman on the right again and was surprised to find Zhang Yuan and Song Ye in it, and fell into a deep sleep.

"The new and old hatreds are just cleared together."

He took action quickly, and the three of them hummed without even snorting, and then went on the journey to Journey to the West.

Deng Duxiu did not have any psychological burden to solve these prisoners.

Under Hong Cheng's control, the prison officer recruited all evil demons on earth.

Because Hong Cheng had a way to sifter people, if every jailer wanted to keep it, he had to make a human pig himself.

After dealing with a few people, Deng Duxiu began to clean the battlefield. He took away the keys from various large rooms and picked up the potions on several people.

He also touched the dagger of the steel that Wang Blacksmith gave him from Zhang Yuan.

This time, his plan is not just about escaping prison, he wants to have a Dragon Riot in prison.

After finishing several jailers on duty, only Deng Duxiu became a free man in such a huge prison.

He went straight to the Tianzi prison where all the prisons were detained. If there were strong people, they would be involved.

Deng Duxiu did not expect that there would be monks in the talisman realm or strong men in the bone-making realm. Such a strong man would definitely be moved to the secluded prison in the mansion.

With a click, the key of the Tianzi prison was opened, and the six eyes of Huo Liang hit Deng Duxiu at the same time.

At this moment, he covered his face with a black cloth, but he was like a firefly in the dark night, extremely eye-catching.
Chapter completed!