Chapter 480 Singing

Night, Goose City.

"It's three o'clock at midnight, everything is fine——"

The watchman holding a lantern walked alone in the deserted and silent streets, striking the gong to tell the time.

The dull sound of the gong scared away the wild cats that were rummaging for food in the shallow ditches, and they scurried into the dark alleys.

Suddenly, a faint gust of wind blew over the watchman's head. He was suddenly startled, interrupted his mid-yawn, and hurriedly looked up, but he only saw the cornices of the tall building and the deep night.

The watchman suddenly remembered the strange rumors circulating among the people, and couldn't help but shudder, and hurriedly fled the street in three steps and two steps at a time.

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County jail.

It was late at night, and the five jailers were staying in the room next to the dungeon door.

Normally, all the jailers would have gone to bed, leaving one person to keep vigil.

But tonight, knowing that the White Lotus Demon may come to rob the prison, how can I sleep peacefully?

Wearing leather armor, holding knives, and shackled around their waists, they hid in the corners of the room, then stared at the door with candlelight placed in the middle of the room.

The blades in their hands were all brought by Mabond from the Wu Dewei armory, and were wrapped with pieces of talisman paper.

Even ordinary people with a knife can hurt demons with lower cultivation levels.

A young jailer licked his chapped lips and cursed in a low voice, "Damn it, Wang Liu, this idiot, pretended that he was the arrester's nephew and refused to come. Leave us alone."

Another person also complained: "The county magistrate, too, knew that Demon White Lotus might come, and he asked us jailers to guard here."

"Okay, okay, just say a few words."

The eldest prison chief scolded him with a straight face: "You eat the king's salary and worry about the king.

The prisons in the surrounding counties are all dilapidated, small and crowded, and the labor is dirty and miserable. The food and salary of the jailers are reduced every three days.

Only Echeng under the rule of Magistrate Ma can still be regarded as the south wind of life, and the people are happy and peaceful, living and working in peace and contentment.

The county magistrate should keep his kindness to us in mind during the past few years since he has been in office.

How could you abandon your duties and run away in fear because of a monster who didn't know whether he was coming or not? "

The prison head paused, glanced at the slight shame on his men's faces, and said in a low voice: "What's more,

If that Taoist priest from Siemens really has great powers,

Then maybe this prison is actually the safest place in Goose City..."

Before he finished speaking, an unknown gust of wind blew in along the crack of the door.

The candle flame trembled, flickered, and finally went out.

The room fell into dead silence and darkness.

All the jailers shuddered, as if they could see the horrified expressions on each other's faces.

"The bright moon shines, the dark wind blows in the willow alley, who wants to love, the sad and charming bride——"

A weak female song seemed to be heard outside the prison. It was graceful, clear, melodious and ethereal, and gradually became louder and louder.

The icy chill seemed to penetrate through the thick stone wall and seep into the jailer's heart and lungs.

"The bright moon shines, the souls of injustice are blown by the wind, the night is deeper, and the fog is colder——"

The singing stopped suddenly, everything was silent,

The next second, the heavy iron-clad wooden door of the prison was violently pushed open.

The huge iron lock hanging on the inside of the door flew out and hit the ground with a dull sound.

The expression on the cell leader's face suddenly changed. Although his heart was beating wildly and was about to burst, his body obeyed his instincts and rushed to the door with a long sword. He kicked open the door and blocked the prison corridor.

The terrain of the entire prison is slightly lower than that of Echeng Flat. From the main entrance of the prison, you need to walk down six steps to reach the prison.

Then in the cold moonlight, the cell leader clearly saw a strange-looking figure standing at the top of the steps.

It seemed to be a man, dressed in black, with his hands hanging straight by his side.

He is tall and thin, with a strange white face, huge eyes, very thick eyebrows, but a small cherry mouth.

The overall facial contour is cylindrical, and the stiff and stopped limbs appear extremely slender compared to the body.

It doesn't look like a living person, but like...

During the burial, the paper figures were buried together.

"Wandering souls travel all over the lonely road, looking for a substitute——"

The male paper man opened his cherry mouth, tilted his head, and sang like a stage actress.

Twisting his stiff and weird body, he walked down the steps step by step, walking slowly,

The cell leader felt his liver and gallbladder bursting, and the long knife in his hand kept shaking. He subconsciously took half a step back and did not dare to look back. He could only shout in a trembling voice: "Prince Siemens! Priest Siemens!"

no respond.

At the far end of the prison, the cells prepared for Wu Hu and Taoist Master Siemens were silent.

The strange singing woke up the prisoners in the entire cell. The prisoners on the side near the prison door were frightened and screamed.

The prisoners inside the prison didn't know what was going on, so they could only shrink into the corner and cover themselves with mattresses.

Tread, step.

The paper man tiptoed and floated into the dark corridor,

Wherever he passed, the candles hanging on the beams were instantly extinguished.

Death was so close at hand, but the pale-faced cell leader tightened his grip on the long knife, took half a step forward, and roared: "You're going to die if you pretend to be a ghost!"

The long knife struck down on the head,

A "tear" sound,

The paper man's head was divided into two halves, hanging down on both shoulders. There seemed to be a thick, ink-like mist lingering in the open chest.

After his head was chopped off, the paper man suddenly stopped and slowly raised his arms.

He held the two halves of his head with both palms, clasped his hands together in the middle, and forcefully brought the split paper heads together.

The originally weird and inhuman face became even more shriveled and misshapen.

The paper man forced out a bright smile, raised his arms, and the paper palms grasped his head and neck with lightning speed,

The withered head moved closer, opened its mouth, and slowly spit out a thick black mist, which slowly floated towards the head of the cell.

At this time, several jailers had rushed out of the room and crowded in the corridor. When they saw the chief being strangled by a tall man, they didn't have time to be frightened, and started to scream and chop with a knife.

The paper man was disturbed and remained motionless, but his neck turned 180 degrees. His withered head looked at the jailers with a smile.

呲——

A sound like a deflating balloon came from the paper man,

Thick smoke billowed out crazily from the knife marks and cracks all over the body, and finally gathered on the ceiling of the prison, condensing and never dissipating.

The roughly made paper body slumped lightly and turned into a thin layer of paper.

The jailers looked up at the billowing layer of black smoke and stood there, dumbfounded.

"It's the right time to claim your life——"

A murky murmur came from the black smoke,

The entire layer of smoke was like a huge, overwhelming net, rolling back towards the jailer in the corridor.

Just when several people thought they were about to die,

"Squeak",

The cell door in the far corner of the prison opened.

The short-haired Taoist wearing a crane cloak opened the wooden door and walked out of the cell. His face was calm and calm. He only glanced at the black smoke and raised his hand.

An imperceptible golden light emerged from his hand, quickly streaking through the air and piercing the black smoke.

The shrill screams were deafening, and the black smoke in the sky dissipated instantly.

A weasel as big as a dog fell from the ceiling of the prison and landed on the paper bag. A soul-killing nail specially designed for martial virtue guards was exactly nailed on its forehead.

"It's just a beast that confuses people with illusions."

The short-haired Taoist shook his head, his voice a little hoarse, "If a pet is killed, won't the owner come out to seek justice?"

Suddenly, from a dark corner that no one noticed, a thin figure wearing night clothes sprang out. The poison-coated dagger with a dim blue glow in his hand stabbed the Taoist's heart silently.

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