The villain and I have eight hundred minds combined

Chapter 297: Futu Prison (3)

Mu Hanxing took a look and saw that their team consisted of four men and two women, six people in total. Would it be enough for one person to go through the third floor?

She asked, "Can we just go through three levels of hell each?"

The jailer said, "You can discuss it among yourselves. If you don't break through the first floor, you will definitely die if you encounter the Yin energy in the deepest part, unless you are an ancient god."

There really isn’t an ancient god among their group, and she wasn’t deified during her heyday.

When she read the original script before, it was mentioned that she actually had the physique to become a god, but was tripped up by fate. Now she could feel what exactly it was. She was classified by the way of heaven as a container for collecting evil spirits, and her personality was close to madness, so she could not become a god.

"Three floors per person, that's just right. What do you think? Is there anyone who doesn't want to go?" Feng Xiao wasn't too scared and asked the people around him.

Long Jin had already swung out his spear, ready to charge in: "I've never been afraid of a fight. I'll charge in for you."

"Young Master Long, there is no need to be in such a hurry to show off. People who don't break through cannot resist the Yin energy." Jing Chen glanced at him to see if this dragon was listening.

"Let's do as Feng Xiao said. Each person is on the third floor. We don't know what the situation is inside. If we reach the nineteenth floor, we will meet at the entrance of King You's Palace." Mu Hanxing felt that her men would not be so fragile that they would die easily in there.

After making the decision, she looked at the jailer. The jailer didn't say anything, and it seemed that he agreed.

"How about we split it up?" She looked at everyone.

Qingxi looked depressed. Why did he suddenly have to break into the eighteen levels of hell? He thought it would be easy to help them get that broken tripod, but who would have thought that he would have to break through one by one? It was so annoying. He was getting irritable now.

"Qingxi? You don't want to go?" Mu Hanxing looked at him.

He paused, hesitating to speak. Once he agreed, he couldn't go back on his word, otherwise he wouldn't be a manly person.

He said decisively: "Who said I won't go? I have already promised you that I will help you get that tripod, so I will certainly keep my word."

"Really?" Mu Hanxing's eyes lit up.

"Hurry up and choose. How do you choose?" he asked urgently.

"Let's draw lots like we do in the theater," Feng Xiao suggested.

He was clever and hardworking. As he spoke, he had already used a magic trick to transform his hair into six feathers, and handed them to everyone: "The numbers are already written on them, just pick any one you want."

Without giving it much thought, several people drew three feathers one after another with the determination to win. There were words written on the back of the feathers, and several people wrote down their numbers.

Then Mu Hanxing asked the jailer: "Now that we have chosen, how do we get in?"

The jailer turned around and said coldly: "Follow me if you want to die."

This is what I said...

After he opened the door of Futu Prison, countless terrified screams and crazy laughs came from inside, densely filling everyone's ears, making people's scalps numb instantly.

"Hehehe, hahahaha!"

"It hurts...it hurts..."

"Someone come and save me!"

"I am not guilty of this!"

"Shut up, you evil beasts! Be patient!" The jailer's cursing voice followed.

It was eerie and dark inside, with only a faint light coming from the wall lamp.

Looking around, there were countless prison cells lined up on both sides, emitting a foul stench, and inside were piles of eerie white bones. It was impossible to tell who they belonged to, or how many people there were.

Qingxi pinched her nose and said in dissatisfaction: "What is this smell? It's so awful!"

"You are not afraid of death, so why are you afraid of stench?" the jailer teased.

Qingxi: “…”

When he gets out of here, he wants to take a long bath for three days and three nights!

The jailer continued to walk forward without stopping outside the cages. Mu Hanxing asked from behind, "What kind of prisoners are held in this place?"

"Some ghosts who committed crimes in the ghost world couldn't stand the punishment, and some of them killed themselves. The place you are going to is much more terrifying than this."

The few people had no expression and looked calm. The jailer looked back and was disappointed that they were not scared.

Mu Hanxing looked at him coldly. This little ghost from the ghost world was quite interesting. He was afraid that the world would not be in chaos and his mouth was poisonous.

The deeper we went, the louder the screams and roars became, and the light became dimmer.

It took about an incense stick of time to reach the end of the prison corridor.

A giant iron gate stood in front of us, looking even more spectacular than the red iron gate at the entrance. It felt eerie and scary before we even entered.

After the jailer opened the iron gate, countless wooden box-type ladders suddenly appeared inside the door. These ladders looked like modern elevators, and it seemed that after standing on them, one could go infinitely to B1 to B18.

She didn't feel scared when she passed by the long series of ghost howlings and piles of corpses and bones just now, but she felt a little scalp-tingling when she saw the countless empty ladders. She leaned closer and looked down, but she couldn't see anything under the ladder, as if it was an endless abyss.

"Give me each of your numbers, and let me in one by one." The jailer stuck his halberd into the ground, stood next to the ladder and stretched out his hand.

"I'll go first." Long Jin couldn't wait any longer, so he handed the feather in his hand to the jailer and entered a ladder at random.

As soon as the person entered, the wooden door outside closed with a "click".

The jailer took a look at his number and knocked on the door in a very regular pattern, as if sending him to the corresponding floor through sound. At this moment, there was suddenly a sound of chains turning from inside, the ladder started, and the elevator where Long Jin was was moving infinitely downwards.

"Hurry up and finish it, then go back to heaven to take a shower." Qingxi said, and stepped forward second.

Just like Long Jin did, he quickly found a ladder and went in. The jailer quickly sent him away, followed by Jing Chen, Feng Xiao and Qi Baige.

After they all left, Mu Hanxing was the last one to finish. She took a deep breath, walked forward, and stepped into the staircase space.

The jailer glanced at her and saw that she looked pale. He was quite concerned: "Why, it's not too late for you to regret. I'll take you out."

Now that I'm here, there's no reason to regret.

"Let me ask you, what will happen if you really can't stand the negative energy?" She looked at him.

He was quite open-minded: "Die, I'll take it from you right here. Where do you want to go? We are still short of 500 Soul Catcher positions, and two Meng Po's subordinates, who will feed Meng Po soup to the reincarnated ones. Which one do you like?"

"..."

She didn't respond and continued to ask: "What exactly will we encounter next?"

"A bunch of little devils being tortured. When they are in so much pain, they will bite things everywhere, beat people, and kill people. When they go crazy, the jailers inside can't stand it. In short, normal people won't come here. Look, are you guys considered normal people?"

“……” She swallowed.