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"People's hearts are hard to predict. There are many reasons for assassination. Maybe one of your actions will make others hate you."

"But you don't need to spend tens of millions to kill me, sir. I'm only in the third realm."

"Haha, maybe they are just stupid and have a lot of money."

The old man chuckled and spoke in a very kind tone.

"By the way, old man, you have been locked up in this dark prison for so long, have you ever thought about going out and seeing the outside world?"

"outside world?"

Lao Bi looked up at the cold ceiling and smiled.

"What's the point of going out? I might as well lie here. Someone will bring me food. I can eat well and have enough. I don't have to work hard to make money all day. I can live as long as I want."

Hearing this, Yang Lin was speechless for a moment.

This old man really relies on this place.

Knock, knock, knock! There was a knock on the iron door.

"It's time for dinner. Everyone, get to the door and get your meal."

A jailer knocked on the iron gate with a stick. Many people who heard the noise took out their bowls and squatted beside the door waiting to be fed.

"Today we have cold-mixed pig ears, stewed lamb's trotters, broccoli, and egg and seaweed soup.

Hearing the name of the dish, Yang Lin raised his eyebrows.

Wow, two meat dishes, one vegetable dish and a soup. Roasted lamb's trotters, four dishes and one soup. Are you sure this is a prison?

It was even more sumptuous than the most luxurious set meal he had in the cafeteria in his previous life.

The old man next to him smacked his lips and complained in a low voice.

"Yesterday they had pig's trotters, but today they only have lamb's trotters. There is not a single delicious hot dish. This is the worst this week."

"Fuck, you're still disgusted with this?"

Yang Lin opened his eyes slightly.

Is this really a prison?

He was afraid he had come to the wrong place.

"Newbie, this is your bowl. Remember to clean it after eating, otherwise it will stink and get bugs."

The jailer who delivered the meal placed a porcelain bowl full of food at Yang Lin's feet, as well as... a small bottle of wine? !

Yang Lin picked up the wine and shook it in front of his eyes.

"Is this a last-minute meal?"

"Hehe, what are you thinking about? Everyone who comes here will be given wine to drink. In Yama Palace, people who are generally wanted to be killed would have been killed as soon as they met."

The old man snatched the glass of wine from Yang Lin's hand, opened the lid and took a gulp.

"Ha, I haven't drunk alcohol in years. Wow, the wine smells pure and genuine. It's Gujing Gong~"

"No, old man, I just want to drink something to relieve my fatigue, you..."

Yang Lin reached out to take it back.

"Oh, I understand, I understand. I'll just take a sip to taste it and then I'll give it back to you."

Faced with the wine jug handed to him, Yang Lin smiled bitterly and waved his hand to refuse.

"Forget it, if you like, go ahead and drink. I don't usually drink anyway."

"Haha, then I won't be polite. If you can't drink it later, don't blame me for not saving it for you."

"I know. Drink it yourself."

Yang Lin took off his sunglasses, picked up the bowl and started showing off his meal.

I didn’t feel full after eating the multi-grain pancake I ate before, so I’m still a little hungry.

The old man who was drinking and chewing sheep's trotters accidentally saw Yang Lin's red right eye. He thought for a moment and took out a bottle of pills and rolled over.

"Your eye was injured in the battle, right? I have a few golden wound pills here, you can take them."

Yang Lin: “…”

Why does everyone say my eyes are bloodshot or conjunctivitis when they see them?

Damn it.

When I get a pair of these sunglasses, anyone who wants can wear them.

"No need, old man, it's okay."

After putting away the golden wound pill, Yang Lin turned back to continue eating.

The old man put down the wine jug in his hand, walked under his Simmons mattress and took out a few yellowed papers.

"If I'm not mistaken, this child's eyes are very special. Could they really be blood pupils?"

He kept flipping through the papers in his hand, looking impatiently and frantically for every bit of information in them.

[There are two types of blood pupils: both eyes have blood red pupils and one eye has blood red pupils. 】

[The one with blood pupils has the power to see the truth. The night is as bright as the day, and his movements are as ghostly as ghosts. When blood pupils appear, he is the only evildoer in the world.]

Just a few words are enough to prove how awesome Blood Eye is.

"Child, is that your eye a blood pupil?"

Yang Lin was stunned, looking surprised.

"What's the matter?"

The old man threw the straw paper in his hand in front of Yang Lin.

Yang Lin took it and read it roughly.

So this is what the blood pupil that Han Wen mentioned before was.

But mine is not the Devil's Eye, so why are you touching my body with your blood-red pupil?

“It’s just the effect.”

Surprisingly, it has the same effect as the one-eyed devil's eye.

It was indeed as bright as day at night, and if he hadn't closed his right eye, he would have thought it was daytime with the moon rising.

"Uncle, put the blood pupil aside for now. Wait until you finish your meal before you act so impetuous."

Hearing this, the old man said hurriedly:

"Don't eat yet, I have something more important for you now."

The old man walked up to Yang Lin, looked around to make sure that the jailer would not come over in a short time, then secretly took out a token from his arms and stuffed it into Yang Lin's collar.

"You gave me something."

"Something to keep you alive."

"Save your life?"

Yang Lin took out the token and took a look at it.

"Seven-Colored Gate"

"Frenzy"

"Isn't this the token of the Seven Colors Gate? You are very secretive, old man."

"Hush, don't let anyone know. When the jailer comes, show him the token and he will definitely take you out. And you must leave here alive."

The old man ran under the Simmons mat and took out a yellowed ancient book.

"This is the technique I have been practicing diligently before I was locked up. I don't need it now. Take it. Consider it as payment for the wine you gave me."

Yang Lin did not lie and took it and put it into the space ring.

"Thank you. You should keep this token for yourself."

Yang Lin put the token on the ground. It was just right for him to have one of this thing. If he had one more head, it would be easy to lose it.

"That won't work! Hurry up and put it away before anyone else sees it."

Yang Lin stretched out his hand to stop him, but seeing that the other party was too enthusiastic, he had no choice but to take out his token and flash it in front of him.

"I have it, so you don't have to give it to me."

The old man was obviously stunned when he looked at the token, a little bit unconvinced.

But when he felt the aura of the assassination faction that belonged to the Seven Colors Sect, he had to admit that this was the real thing.

The old man touched his chin and squinted at the token in Yang Lin's hand.

"Fuck, who is so stupid as to ask Yama Palace's people to assassinate the Seven Killing Sect's disciples? Isn't that like looking for death by lighting a lamp in the toilet?"

Everyone knows that the Yama Palace and the Seven Killers have a good relationship.

He was very curious about who had the courage to do this.

Speak of the devil, and he will appear. At the same time, in the waiting room of Yama Palace, Huajia and six handsome men in black suits were sitting around a large round table.

"The target person has been brought here. You wait here now. We will send someone to take the person you want to the execution room. It is up to you to decide whether he lives or dies, how he dies, and what he dies."

"Haha, the people in Yama Palace provide thoughtful and fast service. I am very happy that I have completed this mission."

The alien leader laughed heartily.

The five aliens around them who used disguise to become humans smiled apologetically.