Chapter 001: Female Ghost

  Inside the South Warehouse Prison

  Only a prison gate was surrounded by many prisoners, while in this small iron cage lay a burly man with a bloody face.

  This man was none other than Qing Long who had just been beaten and covered in blood.

  Beside him sat a tall and robust man with a strong and agile face.

  He is the old man of Nancang, 17.

  "Big brother, how is Dragon Brother?"

  One of them, a tall and burly man with a thick face, looked at Qing Long who was lying on the bed with blood all over his face and asked with concern.

  Only then did Qinglong frown and say: "Qing Long's body is fine, nothing serious. The injury is only skin-deep, fortunately it didn't hurt the internal organs..."

  "Son of a turtle, I'll kill him."

  That man with a silly face rushed towards the direction of the big iron gate as he spoke.

  "Halt." was all he heard as 17 bellowed loudly.

  The burly man who had just walked out a few steps was named Tiger, and like Qing Long, he was a hot-blooded person. In the past, Tiger had been saved by Qing Long, so he always regarded Qing Long as his elder brother. At this moment, seeing Qing Long on the hospital bed, he couldn't help but feel distressed in his heart.

  His entire arm was bulging with veins, and his body was trembling slightly due to excessive anger.

  At the sound of drinking, the tiger cub didn't move again, only to see him suddenly sit on the ground and sob.

  "Big brother... Dragon Brother was tortured into this state by that beast, I will avenge this." The man called Tiger's Son actually burst into tears.

  An old man actually burst into loud sobs.

  "Yes, big brother, I've done that son of a bitch."

  "Big brother, avenge Dragon Brother, kill that beast."

  The crowd around him shouted in unison at this time.

  "What nonsense."

  Only one sound like a thunderclap suppressed all other sounds.

  At this time, everyone did not dare to make a sound, and could only hear the tiger's whimpering.

  17 slowly walked over, stretched out a wide palm and slowly lifted up the tiger cub that was still sobbing on the ground.

  "This isn't the time for revenge, the timing is off, if you go now you'll only be sending yourselves to your deaths. Can I just let all of you go send yourselves to death?" 17 yelled at the crowd.

  Everyone was stunned there.

  "Now one of my brothers is wounded; must I also see another brother of mine die before my eyes?"

  Everyone looked down in shame, regretting their reckless behavior earlier.

  In the far left cell, only Wan Shitou called out and said: "Hey, hey, new comer, come over quickly, come over ah, see or not, that is our Nan Cang's boss 17."

  Yang Hua didn't want to get involved in this dark prison's affairs at first, but after what happened earlier, Yang Hua has a different view of the people from Nan Cang.

  After all, it was just now that they helped themselves.

  Although Yang Hua appeared to be cold and unfeeling, with a heart as dead as ashes, he was not an idiot after all. In the past two days, through what he had seen and heard, he had gained a general understanding of the situation in Hei Yu.

  Firstly, this black prison is an underground jail of the government.

  All the prisoners locked up inside are death row inmates who have been sentenced to death.

  Secondly, within the underground prison of this government, there are four major factions, namely Beicang, Nancang, Dongcang and Xicang. And he himself is in the Nancang faction with 17 as the boss.

  In addition, there is another life-and-death fist in the underground prison of this government that he does not understand yet.

  At this time, Yang Hua heard Wanshitong calling himself and slowly stood up, still raising that seemingly cold and emotionless face towards the front.

  Only there were many prisoners surrounding, in the middle was that 17-year-old with a strong and lean muscle body.

  He looked like a Roman warrior, his bronze skin exuding masculinity, and the stern expression on his face made him look even more domineering.

  He is the king of Nancang, 17.

  The words of No. 17 just now made all the Nancang brothers blush with shame.

  The guy who was just yelling at Hu Zi turned his head and looked at 17 with regret, saying: "Sorry, boss, I shouldn't have been so reckless."

  He patted Hu Zi's shoulder and didn't say a word.

  He turned and walked towards the Qing Long lying on the bed.

  "Big brother." Qing Long slowly got up, looked at 17 and called out in a loud voice. This man, who had the ability and martial power to rival 17's, looked at 17 with eyes that reddened slightly, but ultimately held back.

  At 17, he grasped the broad palm of Qing Long tightly: "You take good care of yourself first, big brother is making an oath in front of you now, before I die at 17, I will definitely chop that son of a bitch with my own hands."

  Everyone looked at 17 with a pair of admiring eyes.

  "Big brother, if we're going to die, I'll die first." Qing Long said tightly grasping 17's hand.

  The two hands were tightly clasped together like that.

  "Do you know what kind of person Big Brother is?" On the other side, Yang Hua heard Wanshitong's voice full of admiration as he gazed over with a cold and indifferent expression.

  Yang Hua neither nodded nor shook his head, unmoved.

  "It's our Nan Cang's boss, 17. I'm telling you, our boss is the best fighter in the entire Hei Yu, of course, except for the monster in the (Dead Man's House)."

  "Corpse House?" Yang Hua, who had been silent with a cold expression, couldn't help but pause for a moment when he heard the strange and terrifying name, turning his head to silently stare at the all-knowing person in front of him.

  "Hey kid, you've finally spoken up?" Bai Shi Tong suddenly exclaimed excitedly as he stared at Yang Hua.

  Yang Hua didn't say another word, his eyes seeming to regain a bit of vitality.

  "Heh heh, as long as you can talk, it's all good... as long as you can talk, it's all good..." Baishi Tong chuckled, his bright eyes twinkling with amusement from behind his chubby face.

  "By the way, you asked about the dead house earlier. I'll tell you, that's a topic forbidden to be discussed in the Black Prison." Baishi Tong said cautiously, looking around carefully.

  Yang Hua had just entered the black prison and could know what was going on in the dead house, let alone the living house. Of course, it was impossible to discuss anything about the dead house in the black prison.

  "I'm telling you, the dead house in our black prison is like a plague. Anyone who mentions it, anyone the guards find out about, won't live to see the second day," said Baishi Tong, blinking his eyes.

  Yang Hua still didn't make a sound after hearing it.

  If Bai Shi Tong wasn't someone who loved to talk so much, he probably wouldn't have casually brought up the topic of that dead man's house.

  He looked around cautiously, and when he was sure no one could hear them, he whispered slowly: "Luckily you asked me today, if you had asked someone else, you would have been killed." He then made a throat-slitting gesture.

  "I'm telling you, there's a monster in the dead house, no one knows how strange it is, but everyone knows one thing, that is, since entering the dead house, no one has ever come out alive. And the prison guards and the warden never allow anyone to mention the dead house, whoever mentions it will die." Baishi Tong said seriously, as if he was telling the truth.

  "And, as I understand it, there should be a person in that (death house), previously, I heard from an old prison friend who had already been shot say that the (death house) was holding a person, that guy is a notorious killer, you know... Since the black prison was established, no one has survived for so long, but only that (death house) guy has been alive all the time, and they also said that every now and then, one or two people would be thrown into the (death house) because they all say that the guy inside is like a killer who gets itchy hands if he doesn't kill someone for a while. Last year was because no one let that monster kill anyone for more than two months, as a result, a prison guard was slaughtered."

  "That guy seems to be born as a killer, more ruthless than anyone else, and the skills he has are absolutely more formidable than any big shot in the underworld... It's also unknown what kind of person can possess such great abilities, but the most puzzling thing is that the warden doesn't seem to want the life of that monster from the death row, always sparing it, for some unknown reason. But I guess, that monster's identity must be extraordinary."

  Bai Shi Tong spoke with great enthusiasm, while Yang Hua remained silent throughout, only listening quietly. When Bai Shi Tong finished speaking, Yang Hua slowly closed his eyes. To him, the story of the dead man's house was just a passing curiosity, and he didn't have the mind to think about it. What occupied his thoughts now were only two things: the female ghost You Ruo and the deceased Na Na...

  He was heartbroken.

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