The world is like a prison, my body is holy

Chapter 61 Perfect Infiltration (Subscription Request)

The flames in the prison flickered and flickered.

As soon as Wang Wen stepped in, he felt a noisy heat wave mixed with a complex and stuffy smell coming towards him, making him subconsciously hold his breath.

"I've bought it and I've left it, I've bought it and I've left it..."

"Big, big, big..."

Wang Wen glanced around quickly and saw that most of the cells in the huge prison were empty. There were hardly any people in sight.

Only in a cell on the right with the door wide open, a dozen or so ragged constables in black clothes were gathered there, shouting and playing with money. Even when he pushed the door open, few people noticed him.

Wang Wen saw that few people were paying attention to him. Just as he was about to pretend nothing had happened and go into the prison to take a look, he saw a skinny constable with a pointed face and monkey cheeks, carrying a large food box, and walking out of the cell with unsteady steps. He shouted at him in delight, "Third brother, you are still loyal. I am in a good mood right now and really can't leave. Please run a trip for me. I will treat you to tea tomorrow morning..."

Wang Wen was afraid of being exposed, so he quickly turned his face to the shadow side, covered his mouth, bent over and coughed hard, while constantly waving at the person who came, signaling him not to come closer.

The skinny constable hurriedly stopped and said, "You just came back yesterday, and you caught it today? Is this disease contagious so quickly?"

Perhaps it was because the light was too dim where Wang Wen was standing, or because his black clothes and the iconic wine gourd on his waist were too recognizable, but even though they were so close, the skinny constable didn't realize that the tall and strong figure in front of him was not the "Third Brother" they were familiar with.

Wang Wen listened to his mumbling, his mind racing. He lowered his voice and imitated the muffled sound of phlegm stuck in his throat, replying, "That son of a bitch, Xiao Laosi, must have sent it to me. I've been hearing him cry out in the cold all night..."

After all, he was a semi-professional. Before knocking out the two old bodyguards, he certainly did not forget to ask their names and nicknames.

"Then we have to stay away from that bastard."

The skinny constable suddenly realized what was going on. Without a second thought, he quickly stepped forward and forced the food box and a bunch of keys into Wang Wen's hands. He turned around and quickly ran back to the cell as if relieved. "Hurry up and send it down. Those killers down there have bad tempers. Old Wu was late yesterday and got two slaps in the face. His face is still swollen..."

"What the hell?"

Wang Wen understood and said to himself, "You're the one who's doing this!" He glanced around at the man who was furious and cursed, "You bastard, you're afraid of getting beaten, but I'm not? How can you do things like that?"

However, the scrawny constable's attention had long since returned to the sieve. Hearing his loud curses, he merely put on a fake smile and perfunctorily said, "My dear third brother, please help me this time. I'll treat you to a brothel some other day, okay?"

Wang Wen rolled his eyes and kept stalling for time: "When is that another day?"

Upon hearing this, the other detectives also shouted joyfully, "My third brother is asking you a question. When is the next day?"

"Are you inviting only Third Brother? Not us?"

"Damn it, last time I was there for you, you bastard didn't even invite me to a brothel?"

Just as they were making such a fuss, Wang Wen finally found an old iron door at the end of the corridor that ran through the entire cell. He muttered in surprise, "This shabby place actually has two floors?"

He carried his lunch box and deliberately slowed his pace as he slowly walked towards the iron gate. He observed the gamblers' reactions from the corner of his eye as he walked, mentally preparing the response of "frequent urination" to deal with any objections to his direction at any time...

But until he stood in front of the iron gate, trying to unlock it one by one with a bunch of keys in his hand, no gambler turned around and asked him what he was doing there.

"I always say I'm very clever most of the time, right?"

Wang Wen was very proud of his successful disguise and infiltration, and gave a thumbs up: "Brother Wen, you are worthy of it!"

"Crack."

The lock was opened. Wang Wen removed the door lock and chain, pulled open the heavy iron door, and a narrow staircase illuminated by a dim light appeared in front of him.

He stood in front of the stairwell, looked back at the gamblers who were still shouting and yelling in ecstasy, carefully put the door lock in his arms, stepped into the door, and gently closed the iron door.

Then, he walked down the street with his head down, carrying the food box in one hand and the chain in the other.

As soon as he stepped onto the steps, a strong smell of smoke and fire, which was so strong that it overwhelmed the stuffy odor in the prison, entered his nostrils.

Wang Wen was greatly encouraged, knowing that he had found the right place!

The White Lotus Sect actually set up their altar under the government prison!

How dare they?

Then how dare Zhao Yiming do that?

Is this the barbaric, bloody and rebellious spirit unique to the ancients?

Awesome, really awesome!
Wang Wen sighed in shock, threw the iron chain that locked the door at the corner of the “＞”-shaped staircase, and continued to walk down.

The lights below were growing dimmer. Two burly men in red and black armor and helmets with red tassels sat with their backs against the wall on either side of a closed iron door, chatting in low voices. Two black official swords were leaning against their hands.

Seeing Wang Wen approaching with a lunch box, the two stopped chatting and looked at him fiercely: "Why are you here so late?"

"You black dogs, do you want to starve me to death?"

At this moment, Wang Wen was thinking about whether he should retreat and go back to move the main force.

Hearing the two people's scolding, he didn't take it to heart. He subconsciously put on a smile and raised his hands to hold the food box. He nodded and bowed and walked quickly to the bottom of the stairs and handed it to the two people: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I immediately brought the food to you two adults as soon as I got it. I didn't even have time to eat myself..."

Before he could finish his words, the food box in his hand was snatched away by a burly man.

Then another burly man, with a fierce and playful expression on his face, swung his palm as big as a palm fan and hit the handsome face he disliked: "Eat shit!"

"Boom."

Wang Wen firmly grabbed the big hand that was about to grab his face with one hand.

A fierce wind stirred up by the palm as big as a palm fan blew the deliberately messy hair on his forehead into a stroke shape, revealing his eyes as fierce as a hungry wolf under the hair.

"you know……"

He stared at the two of them with gritted teeth: "Did you ruin a perfectly disguised infiltration?"

"How brave!"

The burly man who was waving his hands finally came back to his senses from the shock of having his wrist grabbed by a mere constable in black clothes.

He growled in anger, clenched his other hand into a bowl-sized fist and smashed it viciously into Wang Wen's cheek, vowing to smash this handsome face to pieces.

"Snapped."

Wang Wen extended his other hand expressionlessly, spread out his five fingers, and covered the oncoming fist with a palm.

Then he squeezed hard with both hands at the same time and suddenly shoved it downwards. The burly man, who was several inches taller than him, was pressed down by his huge strength and the severe pain in his hands, and fell to one knee in front of him.

How could this burly man not know at this moment that he had kicked a steel plate?
He opened his mouth in horror and tried to call for help.

But the moment he opened his mouth, Wang Wen jumped up and raised his knee, hitting him hard in the throat, forcibly interrupting his war roar.

"Look at the knife, you bastard!"

The next second, the sound of the food box falling to the ground, the sound of a long sword being unsheathed, and the angry shout of another burly man sounded almost simultaneously behind Wang Wen.

In this small situation, he was as calm as an old dog. He once again clenched the arms of the burly man in front of him, whose body had already gone limp. He twisted his body and swung it hard, using the man's burly body as a large hidden weapon, smashing it heavily at the burly man wielding a knife behind him.

With a loud thump, the two burly men fell to the ground face to face.

Wang Wen rushed forward, stepped on the sharp long knife with one foot, and stomped hard on the throat of the surviving burly man with the other foot.

With a "click" sound, the burly man's furious expression froze instantly, his pupils rapidly dilating...

Wang Wen still stepped on his throat, twisting his ankle vigorously as if stepping on a cigarette butt, and then slowly exhaled a breath of foul air. He looked at the pair of bull eyes at his feet with some annoyance: "Look, look, you guys are comfortably eating your midnight snacks, and I'm honestly going home to get my reinforcements. How nice is that?"

“Why does it have to be like this…”

"Is this a good time?"

As if in response to his words, the burly man tilted his head, and the red tasseled helmet on his head rolled off silently, revealing a big, shiny bald head.

"Bald?"

Wang Wen was stunned for a moment, a flash of light flashed through his mind, and he quickly bent down and grabbed the red tasseled helmet on the other burly man's head and pulled it hard.

Another shiny bald head sparkled in the flickering firelight.

Upon closer inspection, I discovered that the inside of their armor was covered with numerous Buddhist scriptures...

'What a monk!'

Wang Wen suddenly understood why he always felt something was wrong after listening to the words of Master Shou'an in the lobby of the Dusi Tianjian Yamen yesterday.

Damn, isn’t the White Lotus Sect a Buddhist lineage?
Why did the great monk talk about Taoism all the time and never mention the rituals of Buddhism?

It would be fine if others didn't understand the ins and outs of this, but how could a monk like him make such a common sense and low-level mistake?

Could it be that the big monk is also an undercover agent of the White Lotus Sect?
The more Wang Wen thought about it, the colder his back became. He turned and rushed up the stairwell. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared around the corner, as if a ghost was chasing him...

But not long after, Wang Wen's big head popped out from the corner again, looking cautiously at the rusty iron door.

But he looked around for a long time and didn't hear any movement from inside.

'Is there no one inside?'

He was filled with doubt and murmured to himself: "This shouldn't be the case. With such a big event, they only have two useless people guarding the gate?"

But if there was someone in there, the two monks were yelling and shouting, so even if there was an iron door between them, they wouldn't be able to hear any of the noise, right?

The detectives above didn't hear it because they were far away and were playing with money.

It can't be that they are playing with money here, right?
"It's all here..."

Wang Wen hesitated for a long time, but he couldn't suppress his curiosity. He muttered to himself to encourage himself and walked out from the corner: "I have to take a look, just one look. If the momentum is not right, retreat immediately!"

Anyway, he has already opened the upper iron door. Even if there are hundreds or thousands of evil spirits trapped in the lower iron door, he is confident that they can escape!
He walked cautiously to the closed iron gate, drew the constable's sword from his waist, took it in his hand, looked at it, and then threw away the broken sword that was not only rusty but also full of gaps. He bent down and picked up a steel knife from the ground. He ran his hand along the blade, and after confirming that the steel knife was still usable, he bravely reached out and pushed the iron gate...

When he came over with the lunch box just now, he saw clearly that the outward-opening iron door was not locked.

"Squeak..."

The rusty iron door made a harsh friction sound, and in the empty silence where the firelight flickered, it exuded a creepy and terrifying atmosphere.

Along with the harsh friction sound, Wang Wen looked closely and instantly broke out in a cold sweat on his back.

people……

So many people with their backs to him!
Looking around, in the empty underground space where all the cells had been demolished, there were at least several hundred shriveled figures in white shirts and white pants, sitting cross-legged around a miniature pyramid-shaped building with a white background.

Thousands of pale candles, each with a faint flame, burned silently around these shrunken figures. In the vast underground space, the silence was so great that you could hear a pin drop.

He pushed open the iron gate, but no one turned around to look at him!
"Gudong."

Wang Wen swallowed hard, his calves were cramped, and the steel knife in his hand was sweating from being squeezed, but it was still reflecting the dim firelight.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, don't be afraid... There's something wrong with these people..."

He tried hard to calm his fear, his ten toes firmly digging into the ground, ready to turn around and run at any moment. Then he mustered up all his courage and shouted loudly, "Hey, is there anyone alive? If there is, please squeak. If there isn't any, then... even a ghost can squeak!"

The shouts echoed over and over in the empty underground space, and hundreds of pale candles with dim flames trembled slightly in response.

No one turned around for him.

No ghost popped out to respond to him.

Wang Wen finally felt a little relieved, and he dared to look carefully at the pyramid-shaped object.

It was only then that he could clearly see the miniature building at the waist of the pyramid, which was a magnificent miniature palace similar in shape to the Golden Throne Room.

From a distance, he could vaguely see a clay statue of a god covered with red silk and wearing a scarlet dragon robe sitting right above the miniature palace.

This miniature palace undoubtedly confirmed Wang Wen's previous conjecture...

He sneered silently and continued to look up, and saw a large number of cloud patterns painted above the miniature palace.

Above the cloud pattern, a nine-petal lotus pedestal holds up a golden statue also covered with red silk, standing high on the top of the tower, as if a god is high above the nine heavens, looking down at all living beings.

'What does this mean?'

He couldn't understand it, but when he looked at the golden statue, he always had a vague feeling that he was being watched.

This horrifying feeling made him afraid to look any further. He only glanced at it twice before lowering his gaze...

"Forget it, let's go back and get some help. We'll get rid of this trouble tonight!"

He turned around and was about to leave with a feeling of uneasiness in his heart, but when his eyes moved, he accidentally saw something clearly.

He suddenly turned around and looked carefully with his eyes wide open, only to find that the base of the pyramid was not some white building material that symbolized white clouds as he thought, nor was it some white bones or something cruel but reasonable to appear here.

Instead, it was… thousands of fist-sized white porcelain dolls with a thin red string tied to the top.

Wang Wen stared at the white porcelain doll, and a hot current spread from his chest, dispelling the coolness on his vest.

The steel knife in his hand suddenly stopped shaking.

He clenched his teeth tightly, his eyes burning with pain as he squeezed out a growl from between his teeth: "I'm going to kill your whole family!"

Out of sight out of mind.

Now that he has seen it, he is annoyed...

The surging anger suppressed the fear in his heart.

He grabbed the steel knife with his eyes wide open, took a few steps back, took a running start, kicked hard at the entrance of the iron gate, and swung his hand to shoot the steel knife at the pyramid.

But because he was too angry and rushed too hard, his toes slightly went out of the iron gate line and half of his foot stepped into the empty space below.

In an instant, a grand consciousness descended from the sky and landed in his mind.

He looked up in a trance and saw a vast and dark world filled with blood. A golden god, whose face could not be seen clearly, was sitting on a majestic lotus platform, emitting infinite pure and spotless light, illuminating a piece of pure land. Millions of people in white clothes were sitting in that piece of pure land, reverently shouting in unison, "Mother of No Birth, Home of True Emptiness".

The shouts were earth-shaking and overwhelming, echoing back and forth in this vast world, as if they were the only main theme of this bloody world.

Wang Wen's furious eyes became calm in an instant, like a pool of stagnant water.

But the next second, an ancient token suddenly popped out from under his eyes, blocking the god that connected the sky and the earth and towered into the clouds.

Wang Wen's consciousness suddenly became clear, and he saw at a glance that on the Yincha Order that popped up automatically, the number behind the Yinde column was decreasing rapidly at the speed of several times per second.

"I'm going to your mother!"

He realized instantly that he had been tricked again. He roared in anger at the top of his lungs and swung the steel knife in his hand towards the pyramid with all his might.

Then, not daring to even look again, he turned around and crawled, using his hands and feet to rush up the stairs.

He finally understood why the White Lotus Sect had made such a big scene, only to leave two useless creatures here as the final bosses...

It turned out that those who were strong had either died in there or had already run away.

"Snapped……"

Wang Wen, who was running away in a panic, vaguely heard the sound of porcelain breaking on the ground.

But he didn't dare look back. He ran out of the prison at full speed. As he passed the iron gate, he didn't forget to shout to the group of gamblers inside: "Run! The earth dragon is overturning the mountain! Run for your lives!"

The gamblers turned around and looked at his afterimage in confusion.

"Has the earth dragon turned over?"

"No feeling?"

"Stop talking nonsense and drive!"

"Big, big, big..."

Wang Wen, who was already climbing the wall, heard the loud shouting coming from inside again. He said helplessly and hatefully, "Gamblers don't deserve any sympathy!"

"Boom."

He jumped off the high vermilion wall.

At the same time, a terrifying roar that was clearly silent but resounded directly in people's hearts, sounding more like the roar of a wild beast than a human voice, shook the entire Yangzhou city.

Xu Ergou and Chen Sandao, who were heading towards Wang Wen, were both startled by the voice. Without waiting for Wang Wen to call out, they turned and ran towards Qinghe Hall: "Fuck, big brother, what did you do again?"

Wang Wen was amused by the cleverness of his two younger brothers and shouted angrily, "Do you dare to wait for me?"

The two men and the ghost ran as fast as they could, but they could not outrun a blood-red air wave as fierce as a tsunami.

Only two "thump, thump" sounds of heavy objects falling to the ground were heard, and Wang Wen and Xu Ergou were knocked to the ground one after another by the air wave.

Chen Sandao was even more useless, and was directly blown away by the air wave.

The two men and the ghost looked back in horror, and saw a terrifying black shadow as tall as three or four stories rising slowly from the ground under the dim starlight.

"Fuck!"

Wang Wen and Xu Ergou screamed in unison, climbed up using their hands and feet and continued to run.

At this moment, Wang Wen's eyes suddenly blurred, and the Yincha Order automatically popped out from Wang Wen's eyes.

He was busy escaping, so he took a casual glance and prepared to continue running.

Who would have thought that just one glance would have glued his attention to the Yinchaling...but the Yinde that had just been decreasing at a rate of flashing several times per second was now rapidly increasing at a rate of flashing dozens of times per second.

Within a few breaths, the number of Yin De exceeded three digits, and the rate of increase showed no sign of slowing down.

Then, two “+”s that Wang Wen had never seen before appeared out of thin air.

He took a closer look and said, "What the hell? This can also be added?"

Just see:

【Yin Cha Ling (+)】

[Achievements: 15]

[Yin De: 186 (flashing)]

【Yin God: (empty) (+)】

[Hundred Schools: Black Tiger Fist (Perfection), Six Harmonies Spear (Mastery), Iron Shirt (Triple), Palm Thunder (Triple), Blue Wave Ninefold Wave (Second)]

Xu Ergou, who was running wildly in front, heard his scream and looked back in confusion, only to see that he had stopped. He was so anxious that he almost cried.

He gritted his teeth, turned around with a sad face, grabbed Wang Wen's arm and continued to run: "My dear brother, it's already this late and you're still fucking, are you that addicted?"

"Walk around..."

Wang Wen quickly suppressed the surprise in his heart, and looked back while running. He saw that the terrifying black shadow that was three or four stories high had disappeared. Instead, it was replaced by a bloody light that he felt was very familiar. It had completely engulfed the entire government office and was still slowly spreading in all directions, but the momentum seemed to be a little struggling.

"Er Gou, Er Gou, don't run away."

Wang Wen grabbed Xu Ergou, who was running away, and pointed at the bloody area: "Look!"

Xu Ergou slowly stopped and looked back.

"Brother, why does this thing look so familiar? I feel like I've seen it somewhere..."

He asked in a low voice, scratching his head.

Wang Wen reminded quietly: "Forgot? Liu Family Compound!"

Xu Ergou slapped his thigh and said, "Yes, the Liu Family Compound... No, that Liu Family Compound has many courtyards? Back then, that old ghost from the Liu Family was able to beat you and Brother Xian..."

The two brothers looked at each other and saw the fear in each other's eyes.

At that moment, the ragged Chen Sandao floated back, trembling, and cried out from a distance in a voice that contained tears: "My dear brother, my dear dog brother, hey, can we leave here first and talk later? I'm so scared!"

"What are you afraid of?"

Xu Ergou waved at him in confusion: "It's so far away, that thing can't get through!"

Seeing this, Chen Sandao shook his head again, not knowing whether it was front or back. "I won't go over there, even if you kill me, I won't go over there. I'm really scared..."

Wang Wen and Xu Ergou: "Look at what you've accomplished!"

(End of this chapter)