Volume 3: The disputes in Mingzhou City are gone, and it is difficult to carve a rotten wood for a hundred years Chapter 263 I don’t know if this is considered a work-related injury
Gongsun Yangzhi was very confident. He was very confident that the old guys in the Heavenly Prison would agree to his request, at least most of them would agree, because they were the same people as him.
They are all a group of “dead people” who have been forgotten by the world and will never be mentioned again.
They had nothing left, and they had nothing to lose. All they had was a life that was barely hanging on . Even Gongsun Yangzhi was willing to sacrifice his life, so how could those even crazier lunatics not be willing to sacrifice it?
It is pitch dark in the prison. How can dying in such a place compare to dying in the mighty world of Jianghu?
Thinking of these two words, Gongsun Yangzhi smiled again. It had been a long time since he had thought of these two words. Thinking about it now, the past years in the arena were still wonderful.
It should really be said that no matter when, the two words "jianghu" will always make people feel warm in their hearts.
So he wanted to go crazy again and live like a man of the world.
Then, he died in that world.
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When Gongsun Yangzhi once again came to the depths of the Heavenly Prison, as he expected, almost most people agreed to his request: take the poison he gave them, and then use a golden prescription to accompany him to make another big scene in the martial arts world.
Gongsun Yangzhi picked out the ten people with the highest martial arts skills in his memory, watched them take the poison, then divided the medicine in the two medicine jars into ten portions, wrapped them in cloth, and gave them to them.
These people were all ferocious and terrifying in the martial arts world back then. Now that they were released from prison together, Gongsun Yangzhi could already imagine the shock that would befall the martial arts world in the near future.
It takes seven days for the golden prescription to take effect, so Gongsun Yangzhi left behind an antidote to suppress the poison's effects during these seven days, and planned to come back seven days later.
Just when he was about to leave, a prisoner who did not get the golden prescription suddenly stopped him and said.
"Hey, Gongsun, give me some poison too..."
Gongsun Yangzhi looked at the prisoner deeply for a while, nodded, and threw a pill to him.
"Take it, and you will die here at night seven days later."
"Thank you." The prisoner took the poison, smiled bitterly without hesitation, and swallowed it in one gulp.
"It's nothing, just think of it as friendship."
Gongsun Yangzhi replied calmly, standing with his crutches, and left the prison.
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Because he was rich, Li Si had not been doing any business to help others in the recent period. At most, he would occasionally deliver letters to others.
Don't underestimate the trivial matter of delivering a letter. The price of a letter delivered by him is not low. After all, the reputation of "two-day delivery" is not just talk..
Until this day, the widow who owned the bakery in Chang'an City found him again.
"You mean, your child is missing again?"
Li Si looked at the woman in front of him with a wry smile, his eyes showing a mixed feeling of amusing and helpless.
How come there are still people who lose their children every other day? They are too careless.
"Yes, yes." The widow from the pancake shop responded with red eyes, looking a little at a loss.
"He went out at 7:00 this morning and said he would be back after a while, but he still hadn't come home by 5:00. I even asked several neighbors nearby and they all said they hadn't seen him. I came to find him because I was really worried. Now it's almost night, please help me find him. We only have this one child, and if I lose him, I really won't be able to survive. Please, sir."
As she said this, the woman was about to bow down, but fortunately Li Si reached out and supported her, preventing her from kneeling on the ground.
"Okay, okay, I'll help you look for him. You don't have to worry too much. It's not night yet . Maybe he's just tired from playing and fell asleep somewhere. He did the same thing last time. He slept on a fruit tree on the outskirts of the city and didn't come back all night. When I found him, he was still picking fruit on the tree. This child is very brave, but he's not ignorant. He won't run around with others. Just be at ease."
As Li Si spoke, he took the woman into the hall and called Li Qing over to speak.
"Qing'er, come here and help me take care of the guests. I'm going to go out and do something."
Li Qing, who had heard the whole story clearly, ran over immediately, supported the woman, and said to Li Si.
"I understand, sir. You go ahead. I will take good care of Auntie."
"Yeah." After looking at the woman helplessly again, Li Si nodded at Li Qing and left the villa.
The sky outside was a little dark, it was already evening.
Li Si looked up at the sky filled with dark clouds and thought it would rain again, so he quickened his pace.
And this day was exactly the seventh day since Gongsun Yangzhi delivered the medicine to the Heavenly Prison.
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The light in the corridor of the sky prison is always dim, and even with an oil lamp, it still makes people feel a little eerie.
Therefore, patrolling the prison at night is the job that the jailers dislike most.
But who made them work here? Once it was their turn, even if they didn't want to, they had to go to the prison and spend a few rounds there.
"It's cold." A jailer holding a lantern walked in the dark cell.
Perhaps he felt a gust of cold wind blowing, he shrank his neck and rubbed his stiff arms.
I don’t know why, it’s already July or August, but the prison is still very cold.
I have to say, this is really not a place for people to stay.
"Is it cold? I think it's okay." Suddenly, a sinister voice sounded behind the jailer.
"Who is it!" The jailer was startled and turned around with the lantern in his hand.
Then the next moment, he just stood there stupidly.
Because he saw a burly man nearly two meters tall standing behind him, wearing a prisoner uniform, with a strange smile on his face, raising one hand and stretching it towards him.
"Help..." The jailer was about to shout, but the big hand had already covered his face.
As the big man slowly exerted force, the jailer's lantern fell to the ground. His legs began to kick wildly, and his hands weakly pried the big man's palms apart. His neck was red, and weak whimpering sounds came from his pinched mouth.
This struggle did not last long. After a few breaths, the jailer in the big man's hands was completely silent.
His face was squeezed into a ball, and blood flowed down the big man's palm and dripped onto the ground, adding a bit of bloody smell to the stench in the prison.
"Stop playing around." Behind the big man, an old man with a cane walked out from the shadows, and behind him were nine prisoners in prison uniforms with different expressions.
"Let's go." The old man tapped his cane, his eyes flashing with an indescribable light.
"It's time for the world to recognize us old people again."
