The Secret Garden of the Dandelion Troupe

No matter how it is embellished in various entertainment works, the prison is still a gathering place for villains and scoundrels.

The so-called blasphemers are some local people in Ukuru who secretly learn magic knowledge.

Because magic is banned, the magic knowledge here is really poor, and the magic book is a sinful thing from the devil. In this environment, you can't expect those blasphemers to have a high level of spellcasting.

In fact, they are more like a group of political prisoners, but similarly, perhaps their original purpose of learning magic has little to do with "evil".

But because of the special environment and the influence of the surrounding secular world, there are basically few good people who can be caught in prison.

After all, the Ukuru Courtyard defined magic as evil from the beginning, and defined people who learn magic as objects that need to be attacked. Then you can't expect the other party to be like a pure little lamb, right? If they were really pure, they would have been extinct in this courtyard long ago.

Thieves, robbers, human traffickers, drug dealers, murderers, fraudsters, rapists, etc., the prison that Mu Hua invaded was filled with criminals of all kinds. They generally had bad personalities, or in other words, it was difficult to survive healthily in this big melting pot without a bad personality.

Among these prisoners, there were also blasphemers, a group of people full of rebellious personalities and curiosity. After a brief contact, Mu Hua discovered that, apart from their learning of magic, none of these blasphemers were good people outside.

Infiltration, theft, kidnapping, fraud, murder, robbery, grave digging and corpse stealing, Mu Hua found those blasphemers in the special cells of the prison, and each of the previous crimes here had committed at least three or more.

The magic learning in the outside world was normal, but in the Ukuru courtyard, most of these blasphemers who were obsessed with magic were suppressed and had some different personalities from ordinary people.

But no matter what caused their current situation, no matter what, in short, from various angles, they are not good people.

"Brother, they are the people you are looking for."

"But, I am not saying, brother, these guys are just a group of perverts who do magic tricks. Their magic is not very good, but they are all cruel and ruthless. Instead of dealing with them, it is better to let the brothers follow you!"

Deep in the prison, there are no normal brick and stone cells. Some cages made of steel bars, each of which holds an indifferent prisoner.

Most of these prisoners do not have strong bodies, and some of them look pretty.

Seeing Mu Hua bringing the leader of the prisoners in the prison here, these people were briefly curious, but occasionally a cold light flashed in their eyes. Rather than being spellcasters, they gave people the feeling of some venomous snake killers pretending to be little lambs.

'The prisoners in the prison rioted and successfully controlled the prison? ' The blasphemers in the cage thought to themselves.

However, they did not expect Mu Hua and his people to save them, because this is Wukulu, and even in the eyes of the death row prisoners, they are sinful and hopeless.

The cage is spacious, with beds, toilets, and even iron tables fixed to the ground. Although their situation can be observed from all angles outside the cage, the environment here is not bad.

They did not suffer too much torture, because they are filthy, and even interrogation and beatings may be contaminated with their filth.

They are imprisoned here, waiting to be taken out for public execution when needed, and warning the world is the final value of their existence.

"Okay, you should go too. There are zombies outside. The knights and the city police are in chaos. Take your brothers away from this city if you have a chance."

"Tell your brothers not to panic if they are bitten by zombies. Those crazy people are actually immortals and can live for hundreds of years."

"As long as the wound is not big, being bitten by them will at most turn you into a zombie. Your strength will become stronger, and your appearance will not change much. At most, you will be bloodthirsty and cannibalistic. I think you shouldn't mind that kind of thing too much."

Looking at the blasphemers in the prison one by one, Mad, Mu Hua even doubted whether these guys would meditate seriously. They were like jackals, and some of them would show a perverted smile that wanted to intimidate others, but the magic power on them was terrible.

The person Mu Hua was communicating with at this time was a short and sturdy middle-aged man with some fancy tattoos on his body.

It is said that this guy likes to rape and kill nuns in the church. As a controversial rapist, he still relies on his desperate ruthlessness and cruel character to gain a relatively high prestige among the prisoners.

In short, he is not a good person.

Regardless of good or bad people, Mu Hua released all the prisoners in the prison. It is unclear what Mu Hua's identity is. There are a group of desperate people among the prisoners who admire Mu Hua's courage to break into the prison and release them. Some prisoners actually want to follow him.

Well, Mu Hua came to this courtyard not to uphold justice, he came to make trouble. Ninety percent of the prisoners here are troubles. Letting them go will cause trouble, including this bastard in front of him. Mu Hua even kindly reminded him of the situation outside.

"Brother, I have many good fighters under my command. Some of them, as long as they are equipped with weapons and equipment, can fight even if they encounter the Punishment Knights of the Inquisition."

"You are a man who does great things. These trash are really useless. Why don't you take your brothers with you?" Seeing that Mu Hua was interested in the blasphemers here, the strong man glanced at them with disdain and advised Mu Hua.

"Puff~!" Blood flashed, and Mu Hua frowned as the head of the strong man rolled down from his neck to the ground.

"Nonsense." Shan'er shook his hand in disgust.

"Waste." Mu Hua rolled his eyes, and the blood of the strong man gathered into several blood snakes. At this time, there were still a few prisoners following the strong man. They had not recovered from this sudden change, and the blood snakes had already entangled their bodies.

"Puff~Puff~Puff~" A blood light exploded outside the cage, and all the prisoners died instantly.

This situation made many blasphemers in the cage stand up. Obviously, they had more energy than before, and the emotions emanating from their bodies were more chaotic.

"Okay, this is magic, a kind of blood magic. We should be considered our own people. Do you need me to let you out?"

In the bloody prison, the red-refined snake made a sound of spitting out its tongue. Mu Hua held a fireball in his left hand and a ball of lightning in his right hand. He spread his arms and spoke to the blasphemers like a charlatan.

"The caster! He is a magician."

"Blood magic? What is blood magic?"

"Look, he actually touched the flame with his body, how did he do it?"

There were whispers among the blasphemers, most of them were still wary of Mu Hua, but almost all of them stared at the fireball and thunderball in Mu Hua's hand with shining eyes.

To be honest, these guys are not easy to fool. The blasphemers who can be imprisoned here are more paranoid. The blasphemers who are easy to fool have almost returned to the arms of Wunlanga during the training and transformation.

"What do you want us to do?" An old scholar walked to the edge of the cage. It seems that he has some status among these blasphemers.

Like an old gentleman, with white hair, white beard, and a long beard hanging down to his chest, his face is old, but the skin on his face is not loose, and he has a bit of the flavor of a great wizard.

"Tsk, you are already this old, and your intelligence is just over 100. I suggest you study magic, maybe it can enrich your old age." Throwing an identification spell on the old man, Mu Hua said in a spitting tone.

"What crime did you commit?" Mu Hua walked to the old man's cage.

"Theft, murder, blasting, fraud, impersonating clergy to steal fundraising funds, this is an identification spell?" The old man replied truthfully, but he seemed to be more interested in the identification spell that Mu Hua threw on him.

"Why are you all so weak?" Mu Hua twitched his eyes. Good guy, this old guy is really involved in a wide range of things.

"Weak? Us? Powerful spellcasters will be executed soon after being arrested. Are you foreigners?" The old man was a little surprised, but he suddenly realized.

"Hehe, foreigners? Turn left when you go out and you will reach the human world. There are such courtyards all over the world. Okay, just treat us as foreigners." Mu Hua said, and his hands touched the iron bars of the cage.

"Don't! There is..." Seeing Mu Hua touching the cage, the old man hurriedly stopped him, but...

"Crack~Crack~~" In the violent halo of electric current, the wrist-thick steel bars on the cage were broken by Mu Hua, and with a few bangs, Mu Hua pulled the old man's cage open.

"..." The old man blasphemed.

The old man walked out of the cage tentatively, and a blood snake swam to his side. It was probably a bit like a newborn calf. The old man actually wanted to try to touch the blood snake.

Mu Hua didn't care about him. The blood snake swam onto the old man's arm. The old man's palm pinched the blood snake again and again, feeling the liquid-like softness on his hand, and looked at the corpse not far away. There was no fear. The old man looked thoughtful, as if he was a little puzzled about the principle of the blood snake.

"Hey~, what does this guy do?" At this time, most of the blasphemers in the cage put aside their hostility towards Mu Hua, and Mu Hua was a little surprised to see a man in the cage.

He was about 30 years old, with a bronze complexion, tall, handsome, and quite gentle. Mu Hua was mainly surprised that he should be a psychic.

"Rafael Louis, nicknamed the Messenger of Death, this kid is a ruthless character." The old man glanced at the other party and seemed a little afraid.

"He was reported for stealing corpses. He used a scalpel to dissect five knights who captured him alive. If it weren't for his persistence in using the corpses of those knights to make death warriors, he probably wouldn't have been caught." The old man explained.

"Hello, sir, can you let me go? Or, what do you need me to do?" After the old man finished introducing, the man named Louis bowed politely to Mu Hua and asked Mu Hua.

Mu Hua looked at Louis with a strange expression. He really underestimated the degree of blockade of magic knowledge in this courtyard. Using corpses to make death warriors? Corpse demons? Or a constructed skeleton?

"Death Messenger, such a cool nickname, your death warrior is like this? Or like this?"

Standing outside the cage, Mu Hua waved his hand, and the bodies of the prisoners who were killed by the blood snake exploded, and skeletons fought from those bodies.

With the appearance of these skeletons, Louis's calm eyes widened, and when Mu Hua asked, the magic circle of the derived undead unfolded, and in a moment, a taller skeleton guard was looming in the magic circle.

"Hiss~~~" Looking at those skeletons that acted as usual and condensed bone blades, as the skeleton guards stepped out of the magic circle with battle axes, many blasphemers in the cage took a breath of cold air.

"You...this...they...how did you do it? Are you also a necromancer?" Louis completely lost his previous demeanor, with a fanatical expression on his face, staring at the skeleton guards.

"Hehe~~" Mu Hua's expression was a little embarrassed, and Shanda laughed softly.

Mu Hua was in a strange mood. It was hard to say whether he was a necromancer or not, but the psychic Louis in front of him was not a necromancer.

If he was right, this guy was just a low-level warlock, and his so-called death warrior was probably just a constructed skeleton.

What the hell was "you are also a necromancer", what kind of novice village was this?

At this time, several ghosts transformed by prison guards floated nearby without any reason, and the touch of jealousy came out. Mu Hua directly dragged them to his side and swallowed them, which was considered to calm himself down.

"Hiss~~~" Well, this time, even Louis took a breath of cold air. (End of this chapter)