Chapter 70: The Heart Must Be Black, the Hand Must Be Poisonous

Master Kongkong was suspicious and uncertain.

That's right, this middle-aged man who openly entered and exited the brothel, who was blocked in the dark alley by Chen Guanlou and slashed three times in the middle of the night, was Master Kongkong in disguise.

Based on what did he see through the other party's disguise?

Chen Guanlou could only say there was no basis; it was just a feeling, a very wonderful feeling. Seeing the other party's figure, he determined that the other party was a certain person. Since practicing the "Ascension Record," his five senses had become more and more acute.

"May I ask if you are an old friend?" Master Kongkong couldn't figure out the other party's background and identity, so he could only speak to test him.

How could Chen Guanlou let him see through himself? He didn't talk nonsense and slashed again. Master Kongkong, after all, hadn't recovered to his peak state and could only dodge in embarrassment.

He had a vague guess in his heart, but it wasn't right. That person had no martial pulse and couldn't practice internal energy cultivation methods. But the person in front of him was clearly a martial arts expert, and he couldn't see the depth, so it was very likely to be a hidden pulse.

The hidden pulse has re-emerged in the rivers and lakes?!

Master Kongkong was shocked.

"Senior, spare my life; as soon as the city gate opens, I will leave the city. I guarantee that I will never come to the capital to mess around again. If I violate this oath, Senior can take my head."

Chen Guanlou snorted coldly: "You had better do what you say. Before the sun comes out, if you haven't left the capital, die!"

As the words fell, the person was already far away.

Master Kongkong felt relieved, hurried back to his old nest, packed his belongings, and prepared to leave the city.

Chen Guanlou returned home, counted, sat in the moonlight, and savored the feeling of fighting with Master Kongkong. With the strength of a Second-Rank martial artist, slightly discounted, he could already easily behead the other party.

The second chapter of the "Ascension Record" was truly a rebirth, with rapid progress, and the improvement in strength was astonishing. It was also possible that he was truly a martial arts genius, but there was no way to verify it.

When he practiced the second chapter to perfection, what kind of terrifying strength would he reach? Could he fight a Third-Rank martial artist?

The "Ascension Record" had nine chapters in total; what kind of terror would it be if all nine chapters were practiced to perfection? He couldn't imagine, because he hadn't seen anyone more awesome than a Third-Rank. But he already had a yearning and was extremely excited in his heart.

Strong!

Become stronger!

Stronger!

Humans are always on the road to pursuing strength.

Luo Jingtian, a social member, a small leader of a vibrant social group, where did he get the "Ascension Record," such a powerful internal energy cultivation method.

Unfortunately, the Luo family was exiled to the Northwest. Luo Jingtian's younger brothers had long since scattered.

He wanted to find someone to ask, but he had no clue.

In a few days, it would be the first anniversary of Luo Jingtian's death. Seeing that the other party had given him such a great gift, he decided to burn some paper for the other party on the anniversary to express his heart.

In the middle of the night, Lu Datou returned to the Heavenly Prison sneakily. The prison guards of the Bing-sized prison had been waiting for a long time. After receiving the person, they didn't speak and first returned to the Bing-sized prison quietly.

The cell that had been empty for two days was once again locked with a person.

Xu Fugui stood outside the cell door and looked carefully. "It's cleaner."

"Don't worry about this matter, Xu Tou; come again tomorrow, and I guarantee there will be no difference from other prisoners."

It's not easy to clean someone up, but it's too easy to make someone dirty and smelly. The prison guards know how to toss people around, and naturally, they know how to make a clean person become a 'real' prisoner in a short time.

Xu Fugui pulled Lu Datou to the side and whispered: "Is it reliable? Don't shout at the time of execution."

"Don't worry, Xu Tou, it's one hundred percent reliable, willing to take medicine." Lu Datou claimed credit, with a flattering smile on his face.

"Where did you find the person?" Xu Fugui was curious.

Lu Datou just smiled and didn't speak, clearly indicating that this matter could not be said.

Xu Fugui was satisfied. "Hmm, it's right not to say. In the future, no matter who asks you, you must not make a sound, don't know, don't understand. Has the aftermath work been done well? Will there be any hidden dangers?"

Lu Datou used his usual method, making a guarantee. "That person is a sick seedling, neither dead nor alive, dragging down the whole family. The life the family lives is called bitter; I, Datou, couldn't bear to see it. Gave money, made up a reason, and the whole family was grateful. The person learned that he could exchange for money to improve the family's life, and he was also willing. Just in case, I fed him medicine on the way back, and he won't spit out a word."

This matter was handled beautifully, and Xu Fugui was too satisfied. The heavy pressure of losing his head that had been pressing on his heart was instantly reduced by half.

He urged: "Handle the follow-up matters well, handle them firmly, and make sure he looks like the little thief Kongkong. After the execution day passes, I will reward you then. I won't ask you how much silver you spent; in short, the credit is yours, and the silver is what you deserve."

"Thank you, Xu Tou!" Lu Datou handled the errand and got a sum of silver, his heart was happy, and he was very arrogant. If it weren't for the urgent situation and many things to do, he would have wanted to open a gambling game, gamble a big one, and be graceful once.

Don't look at prison guards earning a lot; in fact, everyone is poor, and they can't take out a tael of silver from their pockets. They spend the money they get today, and it never stays overnight. If they have money, they gamble; if they don't have money, they watch others gamble, and they often have famines.

Like Chen Guanlou, who knows how to save and plan for the long term, he is a phoenix feather and unicorn horn among prison guards. This is also a reason why the reputation of prison guards is not good—all damn gamblers. Gamblers can't have a good reputation! Good women are not willing to marry gamblers.

The wives of prison guards are all fierce and tough. It's not that these wives are born like this, but as long as they are a little gentle, they can't live their lives! They must use fierceness to control their gambling prison guard husbands and take a few cents of silver from their pockets to live. Day after day, the wives have all become mother tigers.

Xu Fugui left with peace of mind, but he was muttering in his heart that Lu Datou had embezzled at least half of the five hundred taels of silver. Bastard, his appetite was too big. After this matter is over, he must find a reason to explode this silver and let Lu Datou know what's good for him. The Bing-sized prison is not yet the turn of his surname Lu to be arrogant.

Lu Datou didn't know that Xu Fugui was actually thinking about the silver in his pocket. If he knew, he would definitely quit.

The most dangerous and difficult level, he completed. Xu Fugui wanted to cross the river and tear down the bridge; that's not how things are done.

Now he knows nothing, and is excitedly transforming the 'prisoner', must build him into a smelly, everyone-disliked little thief Kongkong, so that the execution supervisor dare not get close. What is more smelly than shit, urine, and farts?

None!

Then let's use shit, urine, and farts!

The Heavenly Prison's specialty. Roll three times directly in the most disgusting cell, then roll twice in the torture room; the smell is there, the blood foam is there, and the appearance of being stupid after suffering torture is also there. Then feed him two meals of swill, striving to make the smell in his mouth smell worse than shit, and he can smoke people ten meters away as soon as he opens his mouth.

Clean up from the inside out to ensure realism and be worthy of everyone's head.

Give a good meal for the last meal, persuade him nicely, let the other party go on the road with peace of mind, and don't want to go back on his word.

Everything is busy, just waiting for the execution! ===== CHAPTER 71 =====