Chapter 9: A Villain Reported Me

*Cao*, a villain reported me.

How long had he been working in the Heavenly Prison, and he was already in the eyes of some people, reporting him behind his back.

He asked himself that he was still quite smooth in his conduct, and his work was quite steady—not afraid of tiredness or dirt—yet someone still looked at him with displeasure and secretly reported him. These people's hearts—just like Luo Jingtian's—*teme* of it, not a single good person, all black-hearted and rotten-gutted things. Catch them and behead them one by one; not a single one would be wronged.

"Uncle Zhang, you watched me grow up; what kind of person I am, others might not know, but you definitely know. Saying I bring food and drink for prisoners—I don't deny it. Everyone in the prison does this. Saying I pass messages to the outside—I won't admit it even if I die. On my first day here, your teachings were still vivid in my mind, and I have always kept them in mind, never touching the bottom line of rules I shouldn't break. I am your person; if I commit a crime, it's causing trouble for you, Uncle Zhang—how could I be such an ungrateful person? I don't know what kind of person, what kind of vicious intention, actually fabricated rumors. Uncle Zhang, this is someone trying to attack you through me! Must be guarded against!"

Xu Fugui looked at Chen Guanlou with a complex expression—the brat's mouth could really talk!

He remained silent, seemingly weighing how much of the words were true and how much were false, and also considering the consequences of this matter. Recalling Chen Guanlou's performance after coming to the Heavenly Prison—sending gifts to him the first time he got his salary, drinking and listening to music in the brothel—he was very sensible at a young age. He was also thick-hearted, even a bit stupid compared to that bunch of old oil-slickers.

In the blink of an eye, Xu Fugui seemed to have an idea. "I certainly believe you wouldn't do things like colluding inside and outside, but on the night of the prison break, you were the only survivor, so it's inevitable that some people will whisper privately. This time, it's clear someone wants to mess with you; it's best for you to keep a low profile recently and don't stand out. If there's anything, tell me in time and don't act on your own."

"Many thanks, Uncle Zhang; I will definitely keep Uncle Zhang's teachings in mind."

"That's very good! Work hard; if they insist on wronging you, I definitely won't agree."

Xu Fugui patted Chen Guanlou's shoulder and left the canteen.

Chen Guanlou, however, broke out in a cold sweat, not because of Xu Fugui, but because he just realized that on the night of the Ghost Domain Sect prison break, everyone in the duty room died, and he was the only one who survived; clearly, he had become a target in the eyes of some people.

Clearly, the people above were no longer pursuing it, but some people in the Heavenly Prison insisted on not letting go of the matter, wanting to make a big deal out of it—typically harming others without benefiting themselves.

*Teme* of it, doing this clearly offended the public anger.

He found Lu Datou and told him the matter. Lu Datou frowned and thought for a while, then suddenly slapped his thigh and cursed a national quintessence: "It must be that bastard Zhang Wantong."

"Zhang Wantong—I haven't offended him."

"Brother, you are new and don't understand the situation. Zhang Wantong, don't look at his surface—he looks generous, but he is actually the most vengeful and petty person. Last time, you helped me win back my capital; that night Zhang Wantong lost until even his underpants weren't kept, so he must have held a grudge. He doesn't dare to move me—if he dares to move me, I'll let the white blade in and the red blade out. But you are a newcomer; he's targeting you. However, you don't have to worry; I'll go help you talk it over. There's no such way of doing things; it must be discussed properly."

"Is it definitely him?"

"Except for him, there won't be anyone else." Lu Datou was very certain.

Chen Guanlou was half-believing, first letting Lu Datou go to probe. He couldn't figure out how Zhang Wantong could be so retarded.

He didn't know what Lu Datou said to Zhang Wantong, but anyway, when Zhang Wantong saw him, he had a guilty face.

Chen Guanlou:...

It really was this bastard Zhang Wantong who reported him!

Just because he helped Lu Datou win back his capital—such a small matter, and he held a grudge against him. *Cao*, a villain! This account is recorded first.

Luo Jingtian was taken away and subjected to heavy torture.

Two days later, he was sent back to the Heavenly Prison, dragged back—a trail of blood on the ground, skin torn and flesh gaping, not a single piece of good flesh on his whole body. It was truly a miserable sight.

Chen Guanlou secretly gave him a bowl of life-sustaining rice porridge.

Two days later, Luo Jingtian's case was judged.

Beheaded immediately!

Family members exiled to the Northwest!

This day, Chen Guanlou was patrolling the prison and asked when passing the No. 60 prison cell, "How is it?"

"Still alive!"

Luo Jingtian leaned against the wall, supporting his body.

He smiled tragically. "Sorry to trouble little brother Chen for your concern."

Chen Guanlou:...

He didn't know what to say—a prison guard and a prisoner; talking about concern was empathy—*teme* of it, it was too hypocritical.

He coughed lightly and simply asked: "You weren't looking for people outside to help you run relationships before? I thought you were sure of it. Now that you've been judged, what are your plans?"

"A person who is about to die—what plans can I have." Luo Jingtian squirmed his body with difficulty. "The only thing I can't let go of is my family; I don't know if they can reach the Northwest alive."

He looked at Chen Guanlou outside the prison gate with eager eyes.

Chen Guanlou, however, avoided his gaze and walked away in silence.

He was just a small prison guard, unable to protect himself, and had no spare energy to help others. He and Luo Jingtian were just a transaction, without friendship; neither owed the other anything.

After eating the last meal, he would be dragged out to be beheaded the next day.

Perhaps it was unwillingness, perhaps it was still holding onto a glimmer of hope. When Chen Guanlou passed the prison gate again, Luo Jingtian ignored his broken bones, endured the severe pain, dragged his residual body to the prison gate, and said excitedly: "Twenty miles outside the city, Yangliu Village, under the osmanthus tree in the manor. I only ask you to protect my family and leave the capital's territory safely; everything inside is yours. Don't you want to learn martial arts? High-level martial arts, and silver—both are there."

Chen Guanlou originally wanted to walk away and pretend he hadn't heard anything.

After walking two steps, he finally turned his head.

He came to the prison gate and squatted down, looking at the other party.

Luo Jingtian grinned, a mouth without teeth—the teeth had been pulled out, looking like a bloody black hole, extremely strange.

"Why are you worried that your family can't get out of the capital? You paid people to help you work outside before—where are they?"

Luo Jingtian laughed, full of bitterness; he grabbed Chen Guanlou's sleeve. "Help me."

Chen Guanlou frowned, and then revealed a shocked and suddenly enlightened expression. "The people helping you are the people harming you."

"Help me!" Luo Jingtian said, and then lowered his voice and said mysteriously: "Under the osmanthus tree is a cultivation method, which I obtained by accident. To this day, I haven't been able to peek into its mysteries and cannot enter. This cultivation method is said to have killed no less than a hundred people. I didn't lie to you; I really didn't lie to you."

Chen Guanlou looked at him deeply, stood up, and left in silence.

Luo Jingtian looked at his back, but smiled, his face full of relief. ===== CHAPTER 10 =====