Once I enter the pass, great Confucian scholars will surely debate the classics for me.

Sword Tower City, the Fifth Prison of the Censorate.

Yan Wenjiu and Ouyang were both held in solitary confinement. To prevent them from escaping, the Five Absolute Heart-Sealing Technique and the Poison-Level Old Shackles were applied.

The two brothers, each in their own cage, sat only a few steps apart.

Yan Wenjiu sat on the prison bed: "How did you get arrested too?"

Ouyang curled his lips: "I just let you go to save you, you piece of trash. You hadn't even gone far when you were arrested by the soldiers. I chased after you, but unfortunately I ran into an old pervert, and that's how it ended up."

Yan Wenjiu suddenly looked up at Ouyang, who was sitting and leaning against the edge of the cell not far away. His expression became very complicated. The harsh words that were about to come out of his mouth turned into an apology: "I'm sorry, Second Brother, I've dragged you down."

Ouyang, on the other hand, was nonchalant, waving his hand dismissively and laughing uproariously: "What can I do? You're my only brother, after all. I can't just stand by and watch you get caught and executed by the soldiers."

Upon hearing this, Yan Wenjiu felt a warmth in his heart and was moved to tears. He immediately forgot about the bad things Ouyang had done to him and forgave Ouyang from the bottom of his heart. He even felt guilty for plotting to kill Ouyang.

However, he didn't want to act like a little girl, so he lowered his head and pretended to rub his face wearily to hide his true feelings: "We will soon be convicted and executed. Have you ever regretted anything in your life?"

Ouyang glanced sideways and grinned, "Regret? I don't regret anything. I did nothing wrong, not even in death. What's there to regret? If anything is wrong, it's this shitty world that's wrong."

Yan Wenjiu looked at Ouyang Erge and felt that he still couldn't communicate with him. He covered his forehead and smiled bitterly: "Second brother, can we stop talking nonsense? I feel a lot of pressure right now and just want to talk to someone and have a heart-to-heart talk."

Ouyang sat cross-legged and chuckled, "Alright, what do you want to talk about?"

Yan Wenjiu pursed his lips and said, "Second Brother, I'm so scared right now. I'm about to wet my pants. I don't know if I'll be so scared that my legs will give way and I'll lose control of my bladder when I'm publicly executed at the execution ground."

Ouyang, resting his chin on his hand, said, "Don't be afraid, you're not alone. I'll be with you when you die. As a ghost, I'll be the fiercest one. With me protecting you, what are you afraid of?"

Yan asked Jiu, "Second Brother, our souls and bodies will be killed, and we won't even have a chance to become ghosts."

Ouyang tapped his cheek lightly with his fingers and said nonchalantly, "Isn't that great? Completely free from suffering."

Yan Wenjiu looked bitter: "But I don't want to die. If I die, I'll lose everything. Second brother, do you have any way to escape? We can't just sit here and wait to die."

Ouyang spread his hands: "I really have no other choice. If I had any other option, I would have run away long ago."

Yan Wenjiu remained silent, feeling utterly hopeless.

Seeing this, Ouyang grinned and said, "Alright, we're Class A wanted criminals on the most notorious list. When we're executed, a lot of people will come to see our pathetic deaths. Don't let them laugh at us."

"Don't think about dying. Let me tell you a little story, it's quite interesting."

Yan Wenjiu had no interest in listening. After all, the knife was almost at his neck, so he had no mood to listen to any interesting stories. But now, it seemed there was nothing else he could do but listen to his second brother tell stories.

So Yan Wenjiu called out, "Someone, get me some wine and meat."

The two guards exchanged a glance, nodded silently, and turned to prepare the wine and meat.

Yan Wenjiu is the chief official of the Fifth Bureau of Plum Blossoms. Even though he is currently being secretly detained here for a crime, he still holds an official position until the case is closed and he is convicted. He must be given the dignity and respect he deserves.

Moreover, Manager Bi specifically instructed that Yan Wenjiu, his old classmate, should be treated to good food and drink.

Seeing that Yan Wenjiu's words had worked, Ouyang hurriedly said, "Hey, brother, hurry up and tell them to find me a woman. I'm so frustrated! Brother, talk to them, don't just stand there."

Yan Wenjiu said, "Please find him a woman, a prostitute will do."

The two guards exchanged a glance and delivered the wine and meat to the cage: "Master Yan, please don't make things difficult for us. Our superiors have ordered that no one is allowed to enter or leave this place. Outsiders can't come in, and we can't leave either. We really have no other choice."

Ouyang rolled his eyes and said to the two guards, "Hey, quietly release us. Just name your price. Is ten million magic coins enough? If not, I'll give you thirty million magic coins each. I have a large sum of money hidden in a cave in the wild. As long as you send us out, I'll give you every penny."

Upon hearing this, the two guards completely ignored Ouyang and turned back to stand guard at the door.

Seeing that spending money to buy his life wouldn't work, Ouyang didn't dwell on it. There was no harm in trying, so he shrugged nonchalantly and sat back down. He then grabbed the roast chicken from the plate and started tearing into it, eating meat and drinking wine while making conversation: "Brother, where were we?"

Yan Wenjiu picked up the wine pot, tilted his head back and took a swig: "You said you wanted to tell an interesting little story."

"Oh, right, right, right." Ouyang suddenly came to his senses, tearing chicken apart and eating as he nodded: "About 30 years ago, I was robbing a caravan. I was in a good mood and didn't intend to kill anyone. I just wanted to steal some money to spend."

"But the caravan guards are blind! I just shouted 'robbery!' and good heavens, these guards drew their swords and started slashing at me. I was careless and didn't dodge, and my brand new clothes were ripped. Damn it."

"When I get angry, I'll slaughter them all. After that, I'll pull out their intestines, wrap them around their necks, and hang them on tree trunks to swing on. Hehe, it's so much fun."

As he spoke, Ouyang imitated the way the deceased swayed back and forth while hanging from the tree trunk.

This left Yan Wenjiu speechless; he didn't find it funny at all.

Ouyang was still rambling on: "I was having so much fun when suddenly the sky cracked open and a hole appeared. Guess what fell down into that hole?"

Yan Wenjiu shook his head and said, "I can't guess."

Ouyang said mysteriously, "Let me tell you, a golden Buddha fell down from the cave, a golden Buddha from the world of food and purity. He met me and said that I have a connection with Buddhism, and advised me to lay down my butcher's knife and convert to Buddhism."

Yan Wenjiu became interested upon hearing this: "And then?"

Ouyang slapped his thigh, took a sip of wine, and said, "I thought it was quite fun, so I played along with him. I tearfully expressed my willingness to lay down my butcher's knife and hoped that Buddha could guide me out of the sea of ​​suffering to the Pure Land."

"From then on, I followed the bald monk to save the world. The bald monk took me around to help people in distress. When he truly trusted me, I knocked him unconscious while he was sleeping at night. Then I looted all his belongings and sold him to a slave trading company at a high price."

Upon hearing this, Yan Wenjiu burst into laughter and gave a thumbs up: "Hahaha, Second Brother, I really admire you. You're fucking despicable."

"I just couldn't resist. After all, it's rare to encounter a golden Buddha who has descended upon this evil world in all my years of life. I had to have some fun with him. If I miss this opportunity, I don't know when I'll get another chance." Ouyang laughed heartily, quite pleased with his masterpiece.

The two men drank and ate meat across the cage, chatting freely about the past.

It seems that only unrestrained revelry can temporarily make them forget the impending trial and sanctions.