Chapter 001: Female Ghost

  "This weekend, I suppose all brothers are resting well in their busy lives. In order to make it enjoyable for everyone, 13,000 words have been uploaded! The only regret is that there aren't enough bricks... If today's recommendation breaks 50, Huashi will update 20,000 words tomorrow. Here, thank you first to the supportive brothers and sisters, happy weekend!"

  Yang Hua did not sleep that night, but instead thought for a whole night, yet no matter how hard he racked his brains, he couldn't think of anything.

  The next morning.

  As a sharp sound came from the huge loudspeaker, Yang Hua suddenly became much more awake. He only heard that on the left side of the cell, there was a huge loudspeaker, and at this moment, the loudspeaker was playing a deadly music.

  Only the prisoners in the detention center were loudly scolding.

  "Damn it, so early, disturbing your mom."

  "For crying out loud, I haven't even had a good sleep yet."

  With a burst of curses, the large iron gate of the prison creaked open.

  The only one who saw the guy wearing camouflage clothes, who brought Yang Hua in yesterday, still had a face without expression, staring at the entire prison, suddenly shouted loudly: "Get out of here."

  As he drank heavily all his life, those prisoners who were still cursing him before seemed to have met a plague god and didn't dare make another sound, apparently this guy was not easy to mess with.

  At this time, the all-around expert who lived with him rubbed his eyes and got up: "Hey, hey, get up, the plague god is here. Don't let that bastard see you sleeping in..."

  Yang Hua slowly sat up like a vegetable.

  That omniscient person saw him get up and smiled slightly, but what he encountered was a cold and expressionless face.

  At this time, Yang Hua finally saw the appearance of Wan Shi Tong, a chubby head with a pair of clever and strange eyes. He didn't look as vicious as other prisoners.

  "All he saw was Wan Shi Tong's one eye constantly sizing him up: 'You don't look like someone who should be in here.'"

  Yang Hua ignored him and slowly got out of bed, sitting there in a daze by himself.

  "Your... body..." The all-knowing person next to him stared at Yang Hua with a pair of eyes as if he had seen a ghost.

  "How...how...are you okay? Have you recovered?" Baishi Tong couldn't believe his eyes, rubbed them and asked in disbelief.

  Yang Hua felt a little surprised in her heart. According to what she remembered, yesterday was not just a dream, but she also didn't respond to him. With an expressionless face, Yang Hua turned her head away.

  It's either Wan Shitong or a disbelieving expression, looking left and right at him, could it be that he himself had misseen yesterday? Impossible! But if he hadn't misseen, how could this kid... in one night, recover from such severe injuries? Are you kidding me?

  Only a few rays of light shone through the window and into the cell, making it slightly brighter than its usual dimness.

  The prison has several hundred cells, but most of them are now empty.

  At the entrance stood a tall and thin old man with long hair and a messy beard.

  These people have already been sentenced to death, and for them, death is just a matter of time.

  At this moment, they just stared out with a pair of cold eyes, looking outside, their helpless eyes seemed to have become numb.

  All I heard was the guy in camouflage saying: "So everyone get out of here and gather outside."

  Having finished speaking, he turned around and walked out of the prison cell.

  Curses echoed through the prison cell.

  "You son of a bitch, I'll get you sooner or later..."

  Baishi Tong was stunned for a moment, but didn't think too much about it. After all, what he saw and heard in his daze yesterday wasn't necessarily enough to determine if the guy was really seriously injured...

  "Hey, put this on quickly." Baishi Tong said as he pulled out a white cloth with the character "south" printed on it from under the pillow.

  Yang Hua looked at him coldly and didn't understand what was going on. He asked with a expressionless face, "What's with the hat?"

  That all-knowing guy smiled and said: "This is a protective charm, you'd better put it on quickly, I'll tell you about it later."

  Yang Hua did not understand what was going on, a pair of eyes staring blankly at the white cloth like dead ashes.

  "Put it on, or else there will be another big mess." The all-knowing one handed him the white cloth and said, his tone seeming as if it were true.

  Yang Hua was stuffed into his hand, and he still stood there motionless, like a wooden stake.

  "Wear this on your arm." The handyman said, pulling out a white cloth block from his blue prison uniform, with the same character "Nan" written on it.

  Yang Hua didn't say a word, looked at the handyman, and then, as expected, slowly put on the white cloth on his arm in the same way as the handyman.

  "Wait and see, you'll understand soon. You're new here, so remember this: don't speak carelessly, or else you'll probably die faster than anyone."

  At this moment, Yang Hua still feared life and death, but in fact, his heart had died ten thousand times. He was now like a walking corpse.

  All prison doors were suddenly opened.

  Yang Hua followed the all-purpose man and slowly walked out, but at this time, he saw that more than 100 prisoners were released together. Several pairs of cold eyes stared at him coldly.

  Yang Hua ignored everyone's gaze and slowly walked out of the cage.

  In front of them were several prison guards holding guns and pointing at them.

  One by one, the prisoners walked towards the iron gate in an orderly manner.

  Yang Hua followed Wan Shi Tong and walked out together.

  On the vast square, three batches of extremely serious offenders were already standing in groups, with about 100 or so people in each group. What was even more strange was that on the west side, all those standing there were women, female prisoners.

  Leading the way was a woman with disheveled hair, wearing a blue prison uniform that failed to conceal her perfect curves, and a chest that stood out high, causing all the prisoners to swallow hard, but not one of them dared to take another look at the charming woman.

  Behind that charming woman were all women wearing blue prison uniforms. Were there still women being held here? Were these women also extremely serious offenders?

  Yang Huajiang had just come out, and he, who didn't care at all, suddenly saw the whole scene with so many people, and his heart was slightly shaken. He thought that the entire prison was just their group of people, but it turned out that among the entire prison, their cell block had the least number of people.

  At the northernmost place, a burly, bald-headed man stood, with a dragon tattooed on his head and two sickles carved on his muscular arms.

  A face with ill intentions stared at Yang Hua and his group who had just arrived.

  And on the east side, there was an ugly-looking man. The man looked like he wanted to vomit, with a pale face and full of wrinkles. For some reason, everyone in this group looked very strange. One of them was even holding hands with another man, looking affectionate as if they were a couple.

  This group of prisoners had the most people in the north, with a bald-headed man with a frightening tattoo, and there were more than 200 people. The rest were that ugly-looking man on the east side with a pair of extremely evil eyes.

  There were at least one hundred and sixty-seven people there.

  But there were relatively fewer women prisoners, a total of one hundred and twenty-three people.

  Those women, although each and every one of them was wearing prison uniforms, were not only beautiful but also flirtatious, with some occasionally casting flirtatious glances at these extremely cruel men, their coquettish behavior making these prisoners who had been living in darkness for years like beasts feel an intense itch in their hearts, wishing they could just go and...

  Some even directly use their hands to touch their own proud chest, stretching out their red tongues to lick their lips, with a flirtatious posture that is beyond doubt...

  But those men didn't dare look at those women in the eye, and they all tried hard to turn their heads away.

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