Chapter 001: Female Ghost

  One of the prison guards said with a smile that was not quite a smile, and then pulled Yang Hua up from the ground.

  "Go back to your den."

  Two prison guards were supporting Yang Hua, who had been beaten to the point of being half dead, and slowly walking towards the prison cell.

  The prison cells were like dimly lit basements, with faint light inside. Each yellowish electric bulb was covered with an iron casing and couldn't emit much brightness.

  As one jumped, it seemed like there was no end to the dimly lit corridor, and in front of them was the gate of the prison.

  At this moment, as soon as I reached the door, I could hear the terrifying screams inside. The voice sounded like someone on the verge of death was struggling desperately, and it also seemed like a madman was shouting wildly there. As the sound faded away, another mournful cry for help came from the prison cell.

  But the prison guard outside seemed not to have heard anything and stood there motionless.

  The two prison guards had already dragged Yang Hua to the gate of the cell.

  The prison guard opposite saw the two of them coming, saluted, and pressed his hand to the side, whereupon the originally closed prison gate was suddenly opened.

  A pungent smell of blood rushed forward, and it was simply unimaginable inside.

  Row upon row of iron cages, each one locked up with a prisoner who looked like a madman.

  Those prisoners saw the prison guard bring over a new person, and they shouted even louder. Some of them even threw out their quilts and bedding from behind the iron bars.

  They were wildly laughing there, endless scolding, one by one showing all sorts of ugly postures.

  Several prison guards seemed to have become so accustomed to these things that they couldn't get used to them anymore.

  Not even lifting their heads to glance at those offenders.

  He dragged Yang Hua, who was half dead, towards the inside.

  In prison, the inmates called out even more vigorously.

  Inside, there was another row of cells, this row of cells had several hundred numbers, bigger than the ones in front. The prisoners inside didn't seem to know what was going on, their faces were expressionless, unlike the ugly expressions of the prisoners in front earlier. They weren't shouting either, they just sat there quietly, staring at Yang Hua who had been beaten half to death by the prison guard and wasn't moving.

  In the northernmost cell, a man with a dragon tattoo and bulging muscles shouted at a tall figure in front of him: "Big brother, here to deliver another dead soul."

  The tall figure called "Big Brother" didn't turn around, but just looking at his back was enough to send chills down one's spine. There were dozens of scars on his back, each one a reminder of the countless knives that had been plunged into him.

  The back of Zhang Ya's dancing claws shows a wild and masculine charm to people.

  The man slowly turned around.

  Under the dim light, all that can be seen is his resolute face, with a bronze-colored skin that has an innate strength and robustness, his well-developed muscles are simply beyond those of a fitness coach.

  His face didn't say a word, nor did he look at Yang Hua who was knocked unconscious again. He slowly lay down.

  "Coming here, dying early or late is all the same."

  He coldly finished saying this sentence, and then didn't say anything else, lying on the bed slowly closing his eyes.

  The man with a dragon tattoo on his body savored the words carefully, shook his head and sighed, lay down, and didn't say another word.

  After Yang Hua was taken into this inner prison cell.

  Only one prison guard was heard dragging Yang Hua while shouting towards the dimly lit cell: "17, I'm giving you an extra substitute for death."

  Loud words echoed throughout the entire prison cell.

  But the whole cell was silent, with only a few people raising their eyes to glance over.

  Nor did he know who the prison guard named 17 was, but the prison guard only said one sentence and stopped talking, and the two prison guards dragged Yang Hua, who was half dead, towards one of the cages.

  One of the prison guards pulled out a bunch of clinking keys from his pocket and opened the iron door, revealing that the cell was very small, seemingly only able to hold two people. Suddenly, a round and chubby head popped out, rubbed its eyes, sat up on the bed, and stared curiously at the two prison guards outside.

  "One more will be added here from now on." One of the prison guards, carrying the half-dead Yang Hua, threw him in.

  With a thud, Yang Hua's body crashed onto the cold concrete floor, and he let out a muffled groan from his mouth.

  Those two prison guards threw Yang Hua in and then closed the iron gate again.

  A loud crash.

  The two prison guards didn't say another word and silently walked out of the cell.

  And the guy with a big round head inside suddenly jumped up from the bed, and now you can see his figure, only to find that this guy is short and stout, about 165 cm tall.

  His chubby body looks a bit comical.

  But a pair of eyes is particularly sharp.

  He saw him jump off the bed and carefully look at Yang Hua who was thrown to the ground and was half dead.

  He stood there for a whole minute, then slowly walked away.

  "Hey, hey, are you okay?" was all that could be heard coming from the fat guy's mouth.

  Yang Hua, who had been lying on the ground half dead, didn't move at all.

  That chubby guy couldn't help but lightly kick Yang Hua with his foot: "Hey, hey, are you still alive?"

  Yang Hua, who had been lying on the ground, finally moved slightly and let out a painful groan from his mouth.

  The fatty quickly squatted down: "So you're not dead yet?" He seemed very happy, slowly helping Yang Hua up from the ground.

  All I saw was in the dim light, Yang Hua was soaked from head to toe, and his whole body was as weak as a noodle.

  That fatty knew what was going on at a glance, because when he went into the black prison back then, he was also beaten to the point of almost dying.

  Luckily I'm still alive.

  After Fatso helped him up, he slowly let Yang Hua sit on a small iron bed opposite him.

  On the iron bed, there was only a single sheet and a quilt as thin as paper, nothing else.

  That fatty helped him lie down and asked: "Can you speak?"

  Yang Hua slowly opened his eyes, and what entered his vision was a smiling chubby face.

  Yang Hua's body was battered and bruised all over, but he still had his wits about him. He stared at Pangzi.

  That fatty spoke up and asked: "Can you talk?"

  Yang Hua's heart was as dead as ashes at this moment, and he had no mood to talk. His cold eyes stared at the fat man in front of him.

  That fat guy smiled and continued to ask nonchalantly: "You just came in today, right?"

  Yang Hua looked at him and found that he didn't have any malice, so she finally nodded.

  "That's great, that's great. Finally, I'll have a companion in the future. By the way, my name is Liu Li, and everyone here calls me Mr. Everything. What about you?"

  Yang Hua looked at this nickname called Wan Shi Tong's fat man slowly closing his cold eyes.

  That fat guy who was called Wan Shi Tong still had a carefree smile on his face and continued to laugh, saying: "By the way, what crime did you commit? How did you end up in this kind of place?"

  As soon as he spoke, a look of pain appeared on Yang Hua's face, and it was clear that he did not want to recall the past.

  Wan Shi Tong saw Yang Hua's face didn't look good and understood what was going on, so he smiled and opened the topic saying: "Is your body okay? Ah, it seems that plague god's methods haven't changed at all..." He sighed.

  Yang Hua was annoyed and didn't bother to chat with him, so he just grunted.

  "Hey, why aren't you saying a word? Talking is so much fun! You're about to die, why not say something?" said the chubby guy who was talking to himself.

  Yang Hua's face remained expressionless and unmoved, as if he had been dead since the day Nana was harmed.

  Only then did Wan Shi Tong laugh to himself: "You guys, the weirdos locked up in this black prison are really something. Alas." After saying that, he lay down on his bed and ignored Yang Hua from then on.

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