The Three Worlds

"Maybe..."

The black monkey sighed deeply.

He regretted it so much in his heart!

Why was he so stupid?

Zhao Shijiu, this bastard, looked so big and strong, but he could think of using a little beggar to test the Blood Lady. Why couldn't he think of that?

Now, for no reason, he offended the Zhou constable for the first time.

I'm afraid he will have a hard time in the future.

"Or, let's just go all out and just..."

A ruthless look suddenly flashed across Wang Shiba's face. He stretched out his hand and gestured, and in front of the black monkey, he made a gesture of wiping his neck.

This time, the black monkey was frightened and his expression changed drastically, and his eyes were full of panic.

"Don't..."

He shook his head hurriedly.

"That guy is unfathomable. Even if the two of us use all our strength, it's not enough for him to beat with one hand."

The black monkey saw it very clearly. His boss was definitely a talkative and ruthless character.

That witch, Blood Lady, was such a terrible murderer. She was beaten into such a miserable state in the end. She was so unlucky.

"I am more curious about how our boss saw through Blood Lady's hiding?"

Wang Shiba suddenly sighed, frowned, and said in surprise.

Yes!

How did he see through the witch's hiding?

Just now, they almost didn't see that the witch pretended to be a poor and innocent old woman, pretending to be very good, and deceived them all.

Black Monkey was also puzzled. After thinking for a moment, he had no answer and could only sigh:

"Maybe our boss has some powerful information channels!"

Whoosh!

The two of them, with a flash of their figures, quickly flew towards the government office.

The matter here is over.

Now, it's time to go back and admit their punishment.

As for the thunder bombs dropped in the city, naturally there are other Zhenling Guards to deal with them. Anyway, it's none of their business.

The matter of the dead is the most difficult to deal with, and it also has the least benefits, so everyone tries not to get involved.

In any case, their boss successfully captured the witch Xue Niangzi today, which must be a great achievement. If they run fast, they can also get some credit.

...

Zhenlingwei, in the prison.

The little golden Buddha strode in, walked through a dark corridor, and came to a brightly lit underground square.

At this moment, in the center of the square, there was a huge furnace, with hooks nailed on the furnace wall, and all kinds of torture instruments hung on the hooks.

And on one side of these torture instruments, there was a roast chicken wrapped tightly in mud, clamped on a pair of tongs, and roasted in the furnace.

In the corner of the square, there was a table with several small wine glasses on it, all of which were full, except for the roast chicken in the furnace to be cooked as a side dish.

The little golden Buddha walked forward a few steps, came to the table, picked up one of the wine glasses, and was about to pour it into his mouth.

However, at this moment, a voice suddenly sounded behind him.

"This is a thousand-year-old red-crowned crane, one glass, do you want to try it?"

The hand of the little golden Buddha holding the wine glass suddenly stiffened and stopped. When he turned around, his eyes glared: "Red-crowned crane?"

"Why are you doing this?"

In the dark corridor, an old man walked out, dressed in a dignified and decent robe, and he didn't look like someone who worked in prison.

Bubu Ka turned over, old and strong, his body was still very healthy, and in a few flashes, he appeared in front of the little golden Buddha.

"I do this thing, of course I have a business to do!"

Bubu Ka pried open the little golden Buddha's fingers, picked up the wine glass held by the other party, and put it on the table.

"Do you have business to do?"

The little golden Buddha was stunned, looked Bubuka up and down, and said with a smile:

"You are really amazing. You have been here for less than a day, and you are already doing things to steal money and kill people!"

When Bubuka heard this, he rolled his eyes: "Nonsense!"

"I am not stealing money and killing people!"

"Some prisoners think that it is better to die than to live, so I will give them a quick death before they die, and let them drink a handful of wine. After drinking this wine, paradise will come. They should be grateful to me!"

Bubuka said stealing money and killing people as a matter of course. After hearing this, the little golden Buddha rolled his eyes.

The reason why he admired Bubuka might be because of this.

He can always shamelessly describe some shameful activities as fair and aboveboard good deeds!

With such a thick skin, he really has to admit defeat!

"Where is that guy surnamed Du?"

The little golden Buddha frowned and asked.

He had been in for a while, but he hadn't seen that guy. He was probably either dead or had been forced to work as a laborer by Bubuka.

As expected, the answer from Little Golden Buddha confirmed his guess.

"I asked him to deliver food to the prisoners."

Bubuka said as if it was a matter of course.

"You are really careless. You dare to let that guy go to work alone. Aren't you afraid that he will sell you out?"

Little Golden Buddha frowned and sneered.

"Don't worry, that guy is more honest than anyone else now. After all, you used his face to assassinate the ninth-rank official. He is now being targeted by the Silver Guards and dares not mess around."

Bubuka chuckled, stood up, walked to the stove, picked up a pair of tongs, dug into the fire, and soon pulled out a beggar chicken wrapped in mud.

This beggar chicken smells good!

After a thick layer of mud was knocked off, a layer of golden oil paper was revealed inside.

Bubuka drooled, and his movements were very fast. He tore off the oil paper in a few seconds, revealing the chicken meat with oil inside.

"One chicken a day, happier than an old god."

Bubuka tore off a chicken leg and ate it in big mouthfuls, saying it was really delicious.

"Hmph... Go to work for me as soon as you finish eating!"

The little golden Buddha glanced at it and quickly retracted his gaze. He wanted to eat a bite, but when he thought of the thousand-year-old red-crowned crane that Bubuka had touched, he immediately gave up.

Who knows if this beggar chicken is poisonous!

"What kind of work?"

Bubuka was stunned for a moment. He had finally managed to get into this prison, but he was not here to work. He just wanted to avoid danger.

"I caught a prisoner. Interrogate him for me!"

Little Golden Buddha looked at Bubuka's negative attitude, fearing that this guy would just perfunctorily answer, and then added.

"I suspect that this prisoner has a complicated background. If we can find out the details behind him, we can definitely get a lot of gains by joining forces to overthrow him."

Bubuka swallowed the meat in his mouth, picked up a bloody rag on the table, and wiped his mouth without hesitation.

Although this bloody rag was very dirty, he didn't care!

"What's the background?"

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