At this time, Zhang Haotian had already washed his bedding and clothes and came out. Seeing a bamboo clothes rail on the left side of the room, he walked over and said while drying it: "Old man, have you been staying on it for decades to take care of yourself? You have more things here than our prison."

But the old man said, "It's so much. Humph, let you stay there for fifty-eight years. I dare say you will definitely be so bored that you will go crazy, and you will commit suicide in twenty years."

Zhang Haotian was indeed very impressed by his patience. He looked around and said, "By the way, old man, there seems to be no surveillance here. The prison should not be wary of you, but you are so sick, why are you still handcuffed?"

The old man hummed again, "When I was locked up, I had a surveillance camera. When I had that thing, I was old. Even if I got down the tower, I could not escape the surveillance of those ghost things outside. They were neither afraid of me committing suicide nor fearing me escaping from prison. Of course, they would not have been exhausted. As for these handcuffs, it was my old opponent in the past who told the prison people not to remove my handcuffs and handcuffs at any time before he died. This person was very important. Of course, the little guys here in the prison did not dare to disobey, and they passed them down one by one. If I hadn't been very sick this time, the handcuffs would not have been removed."

When Zhang Haotian heard the old man say this, he was more curious about his identity, but the other party didn't want to say it, so he naturally couldn't force it.

In this way, Zhang Haotian settled down on the tower. The tower was really terrible. If it weren't for the prison guards coming to deliver food every day, it would have almost become a forgotten corner in the world.

Zhang Haotian would watch TV for a while every day, then read books, and finally exercise, sit-ups, push-ups, and sometimes practice punching like self-creation. So although the days on the top of the tower are boring, Zhang Haotian can still hold on.

It's strange that the old man has never had any incontinence since Zhang Haotian came, but he didn't talk much to Zhang Haotian, just lay on the bed and looked at him silently. However, every time he saw Zhang Haotian practicing boxing indiscriminately, a sneer would flash across the corner of his mouth.

That night, Zhang Haotian went to bed after practicing Qiquan. His bed was spread on the ground against the stone window to the south. Sometimes the sun could shine in. He liked the warm feeling.

Soon, Zhang Haotian fell asleep deeply. I don’t know how long it took, but he was suddenly awakened by a voice. When he opened his eyes, he saw that the lights that had been on in the cell had been turned off. In the darkness, he could see a shadow standing by the old man’s bed, holding his palm high and slamming downwards.

With the vague luminous light, Zhang Haotian saw clearly that the black shadow was wrapped in cloth, but there were no handcuffs under his feet. It was obvious that it was not the old man. At this time, there was a person lying on the bed, but there was no movement. I guess the old man had been stunned or killed by this man.

So he immediately shouted: "Who are you and what are you doing?"

With this sound, he rushed over almost at the same time.

However, before he could get closer, the black shadow with his head covered swayed. Before Zhang Haotian could react, he was punched in the chest, and his body suddenly flew backwards and fell to the ground hard. He felt a sudden pain in his chest and could not speak for a moment.

At this time, the black shadow said in a hoarse voice: "Boy, the person on this bed has a deep hatred with me. I vowed to kill him with my own hands. Now I finally got to this tower and settle it with him. This matter has nothing to do with you. Don't be too troublesome when you stand aside, otherwise I will kill you together."

As he said, he approached the old man's bed, stretched out his palm, as if he was about to slash hard.

Zhang Haotian didn't know whether the old man was dead or alive. At this time, he had no time to think about it. He endured the pain in his chest and rushed towards the black shadow again.

However, just as he rushed to the dark shadow, the dark shadow suddenly shook again and disappeared.

Zhang Haotian lost his target and was stunned. He felt that his throat tightened and was locked tightly with his hands. After exerting force, Zhang Haotian couldn't help but fall backwards and then fell to the ground again.

The black shadow bent over and leaned over to him and said, "Boy, I don't want to kill too much. The man on the bed has no relatives and no reason. You don't have to die for him. Now I'll spare you again. If you are ungrateful and insist on coming to save people, then I will definitely take your life."

Speaking of this, he let go of his hand locked on Zhang Haotian's throat, and then walked to the edge of the bed, as if he was about to slash into the quilt again.

However, this time, although Zhang Haotian quickly stood up, he did not pounce on him again.

Unexpectedly, when he stopped moving, the black shadow put down his hand and smiled softly, "Hehe" and said, "I thought you kid would be so stupid that you are not afraid of death. Now you finally know how to understand the current situation. It is indeed not worth it to die for such a person who was about to die."
Chapter completed!