Chapter 221: Please Quietly Forget Me

Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe let go of the corpse, took the prison guard's work badge from his shoulder, stood up, and glanced at the bright red bloodstains behind Old Li. It had jumped all the way from the cell.

No wonder the noisy prisoners in the cell suddenly stopped talking. Anyone who saw a corpse with its head down and feet up jumping in front of them couldn't stay calm.

It's fortunate that the prisoners didn't have recording equipment like mobile phones, otherwise the Taoyuan City network forum would be brushed by strange events tomorrow morning.

Thump—

The ghost jumped forward again.

Old Li's skull hit the concrete floor heavily. The skin on the top of his head had been worn out, and the white skull was exposed under the scalp. Every time he jumped, he left a round red "footprint" on the ground.

"The guard at night is particularly strict. Except for the prison guard lounge, most of the doors in Chenyu Valley Prison are locked."

Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe faced the ghost standing on the steps of the cell door, silently retreating slowly, thinking in his heart: "Even for an able-bodied adult, without a key, it would be difficult to move in Chenyu Valley Prison, let alone a corpse with its hands and feet tied."

He relied on Taiyi's "change" rules to constantly switch between human, bird, insect, and other identities to arrive at the cell door from the prison guard lounge in such a short time. And this ghost, whose hands and feet were bound and whose actions were inconvenient, was only slightly later than himself...

"I just started checking the corpse, and the ghost chased after me..."

Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe stopped his retreating footsteps, because a five-meter-high gray high wall was already against his back.

"By itself, the ghost couldn't have chased here in such a short time... So, someone is helping it."

In a place he couldn't see, someone quietly opened the cell door and let the ghost out.

Who is this person?

"There is a not-small possibility that it is Fenwu." Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe had a guess in his heart.

In Fenwu's perception, the powerful Gridder he is chasing is Yu Zi Qian, who has mastered the 4 fierce ghosts of 【Te-Rang】, 【Yeyao】, 【Zhaoyou】, and 【The God Who Cannot Be Looked At】 at the same time.

It is true that Fenwu wants the rules of Zhaoyou, but he is also wary of the murderous fierce ghosts mastered by Yu Zi Qian.

Gridders become more cautious as they get older, and old things like Fenwu who are about to reach the end of the road of upgrading are even more so, so he dare not approach Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe personally, but chose the same approach as in Bishuiwan Villa:

Lure the enemy into the trap.

"Then I want to see, who is the turtle in the urn that has nowhere to escape?"

Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe picked up a police cap dropped by a prison guard on the ground, tore another work badge from the corpse's shoulder, turned into a flying bird, flew over the wall, left the upside-down ghost behind again, and disappeared into the night.

"Ghost, did the ghost leave?"

After Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe left, a few minutes passed. The prisoners in the cell who were silent as cicadas in winter gradually recovered. Everyone lowered their voices and discussed the strange scene just now across the iron bars.

"You guys keep your voices down! That ghost thing hasn't left!"

The prisoner closer to the cell door turned pale, his shoulders trembling as he stared dead at the strange and stiff figure standing on the steps of the door, wishing he could immediately chisel through the wall and slip away.

The red light on the ceiling was still flashing, and the alarm kept ringing, but this time, no prisoner complained that it was noisy.

The alarm sound was sharp and thin, the loud sound covered the prisoners' whispering discussions, and also drowned out the footsteps that appeared quietly like blue smoke.

"Ah!"

A scream came from a single cell. It was a prisoner who was lying on the railing chatting with the prison guard next door who suddenly slipped, and his whole face hit the railing directly. A metal protrusion happened to break his right eyeball. "Damn! Ah! Ah ah ah—!"

Another curse, in another cell, the prisoner lying on the bed turned over wrapped in a quilt, but a simple action pulled the big tendon in his leg, causing him to curl up on the bed in pain, sweating profusely, pressing his thigh root hard with both hands, his lips trembling and pale from pain.

From the moment someone's footsteps sounded here, "misfortune" descended equally on everyone.

Painful groans and angry curses filled this cell that was still whispering just now. A thin figure walked past the cell unhurriedly and came to the prison door.

The stiff corpse with its head down and feet up stood straight at the door.

The prisoner who had lost his right eye in a fall covered his bleeding eye socket in the cell, clinging to the railing and staring dead at the strange figure walking slowly behind the ghost with his only good eye, wishing he could immediately chisel through the wall and slip away.

"Ran so fast..."

Fenwu looked at the towering high wall that was dark gray and close to black under the night sky, and looked down at Old Li's scarlet eyes.

Swish swish, the ropes binding the corpse's limbs were untied, and they piled up on the ground in circles with bloodstains. Old Li's stiff corpse fell down with a bang, lying straight on the ground, motionless.

Fenwu turned his head and cast his gaze at the prisoner in the single cell who had fallen and broken his right eye.

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"You... you..."

"Shh—"

Fenwu held an index finger in front of his lips and said lightly: "Please quietly forget me."

As soon as the words fell, the prisoner's hands that were tightly grabbing the iron bars loosened, and a spiritless body fell to the ground, motionless.

The prison was silent.

In the red alarm, Fenwu walked gracefully through the empty and dim aisle, stopped at the door of another single cell a few meters away. The prisoner inside was shrinking, curled up in the corner, not daring to look up at the thin figure standing at the door.

The prisoner lowered his head tremblingly, staring dead at the iron bars of the cell that separated the two, as if he had seen a life-saving straw.

However, with the sound of the key inserted into the lock, his life-saving straw broke.

Fenwu pulled the door open and walked into the cell, leaned down in front of the curled-up prisoner, reached out a hand to stroke his head lightly, and said warmly: "Don't be shy, lift your head and let me see your face."

His voice was soothing, as if it carried extraordinary magic. The prisoner's tense body relaxed. Fenwu supported his chin with one hand and pulled his face up.

"Don't be afraid, look at my eyes, yes... that's it, remember my appearance, okay?" Fenwu said lightly: "Then, please quietly forget me."

The fear in the prisoner's eyes dissipated instantly, his head tilted, and he fell to the ground.

Fenwu pushed the door and left, stepping on the sharp alarm and walking slowly to the next cell.

The night was like ink, the moonlight was like water, and the prison that was still whispering just now was surprisingly quiet. Fenwu hummed an unknown song lightly, shuttling lightly in the prison.

At the prison door, the corpse lying on the steps opened its eyes.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 222 =====