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In prison.

After finishing his meal, Yang Lin took out the secret book given to him by the old man.

"Hide in secret."

"Damn, this is a low-grade earth-level technique. After using it, my aura is hidden and my sense of existence drops to freezing point. Old man, why did you give me this technique? Are you trying to make me escape from prison?"

The old man glanced at Yang Lin and took out a bamboo stick from the mat to pick his teeth.

"It seems that you don't know how special your eyes are. Let me put it this way. I estimate that the chances of someone assassinating you are very small and there is a 90% chance that it is a foreigner."

"Aliens?" Yang Lin had done a lot of popular science on aliens before. "But aren't they all hiding in the cave? Oh, yes, there must be some with higher IQs who disguised themselves as humans and escaped from the cave portal."

"You're smart."

"There are many alien races among the crowd. On the one hand, they use human resources to continuously strengthen themselves. On the other hand, and most importantly, they collect information about geniuses through various channels. Once they find that one of them begins to shine, they will hire assassins to kill him at a high price."

The old man lowered his head and said, "If nothing unexpected happens, you will probably be spotted by those guys, Blood Eyes. It would be strange if they didn't kill you, hahahaha."

Yang Lin looked at the giggling old man in front of him and saw three black lines on his head.

"But I never expected that the person who killed me was actually an alien."

Tatata!

There was a sound of footsteps. Yang Lin looked through the wall and saw two armed jailers walking slowly towards him.

The old man's face changed slightly.

"Kid, when they come, you will take out the token to prove your identity. Trust me, they will not do anything to the Seven Color Sect disciples."

Yang Lin nodded. He also knew that the only chance to turn the situation around now was with the Seven-Colored Gate Token.

Click!

The cell door was opened.

"Yang Lin, come out with us."

"Ah."

Yang Lin stood up, dusted himself off, and said to the old man who was leaning against the wall watching the show.

"Uncle, I'm leaving first. I'll come to see you with some wine when I have a chance."

The old man waved his hand as if saying goodbye to a dying person.

"There is no chance, unless you can still remember me in your next life. Let's go, and have a good journey."

"Come with us."

The jailer closed the iron gate, and the two men walked side by side with Yang Lin in between, climbed the stairs and walked out of the underground prison, and brought Yang Lin to a relatively empty and desolate open space.

Ahead are rows of black houses covering a large area.

The prison where Yang Lin was located was in a small corner protruding outwards, with only a two-story building.

"Go quickly. If you don't want to suffer before you die, go quickly."

Yang Lin stood there with his hands behind his back without moving.

"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and leave!"

The two jailers became impatient and raised their hands to arrest Yang Lin.

"Wait a minute."

Yang Lin stretched out his hand to block it and slowly took out a token from the space ring.

"I am from the Seven Colors Sect. You, Yama Palace, arrested me for no reason and want to kill me. Isn't that a bit inappropriate?"

Seeing the token in Yang Lin's hand, a jailer burst out laughing.

"Oh, you think we are fools to let the people of Yama Palace go and assassinate the people of Seven Colors Sect. Your token is obviously fake, and it is very likely given to you by someone else. After all, this is not the first time that such a thing has happened here."

"That's right. A year ago, a fool took a token and pretended to be a disciple of the Seven Color Sect and begged us to let him go. But when we checked, we found out that he was just an ordinary cultivator."

"..."

Yang Lin was silent.

He now seriously suspected that the old man was a black-hearted businessman who forged fake tokens to cheat people out of drinking.

"No, brothers. If I am really a disciple of the Seven Color Sect and you kill me, what will you say when I send Brother Han Wen to settle accounts with you after he finds out that you killed me?"

"You said I was lying to you?"

"Do you think that if the relationship between the two sects is affected because of you, you two Four Realms... can afford it?"

After hearing what Yang Lin said, the two jailers became a little scared.

"Hiss, big brother, what should we do? I think what he said makes sense, but if we let him go, we will still be fined if he is a fake. We are in a dilemma."

The jailer brother is obviously much smarter.

"Well, second brother, today an elder from the Seven Colors Sect is visiting my Yama Palace. Let's bring him to the Seven Colors Sect elder. If this guy is a fake elder, he will definitely recognize him, and the result will be the same..."

He made a gesture of wiping his neck towards Yang Lin.

Yang Lin was not affected and said righteously:

"Humph, if you knew that my Seven Color Sect elder was coming, why didn't you take me there quickly?"

There is nothing he can do now, so he can only take things one step at a time.

At worst, I can use the system panel to spy on the other party's name, and then pretend that I am a newly recruited disciple of another sect as an excuse to see if I can get away with it.

"Second brother, put handcuffs on him. Don't let him do anything wrong where the elders are."

"Okay big brother."

A jailer took out handcuffs and put them on Yang Lin.

There is no other way now. It is impossible to break out by force. I can only try.

Big deal... reopen.

Two jailers pushed Yang Lin into the main area of ​​the sect.

After saying hello to the guard, the three of them came into a mahogany corridor.

Yang Lin looked through the wall and saw many Yama Palace disciples sitting cross-legged and practicing in the room.

The two jailers came to the largest house in the center.

"Right here, you two. We are the jailers. This kid who is about to be executed said that he is a disciple of the Seven Colors Sect, so we would like to see the elders of the Seven Colors Sect to confirm something."

The two gatekeepers looked at Yang Lin and said, "Seven-Colored Gate? Okay, you wait in front of the gate. No one is allowed to go in until I come out."

"Don't worry, we know the rules."

Yang Lin and others were waiting outside. After a while, the door was opened and the gatekeeper came out and said, "The elders have agreed. You can go in."

"You two jailers wait outside here. You are not allowed to go in."

Yang Lin raised his handcuffed hands.

"Untie me."

"With the elders here, he can't cause any trouble. Second brother, let him go."

"Good to you, big brother."

The handcuffs were undone, Yang Lin flexed his wrists, and walked in with a calm look on his face.

The main hall inside the house.

An old man was writing with a pen in hand. There were six small tables under him, all of whom were disciples of Yama Palace.

The purpose of his visit was to teach the six chief disciples of Yama Palace the knowledge and skills about assassination and concealment.

At this time, the door was slowly opened and a young man wearing sunglasses walked in.

The old man looked up.

Yang Lin walked to the center calmly, clasped his fists slightly and bowed.

"I heard that you are a disciple of the Seven Colors Sect who was mistakenly captured here. Take out your token and let me see it." The old man asked, writing the calligraphy word "Blade" with a brush in his hand.