"This is the key to her cell, Brother Chen has put it away, it is full of his own brothers, they all know how to do it, Brother Chen just tells them."

The man took a key from the guard's hand and strode into the prison.

After the two guards waited for him to enter the prison, they closed the door of the prison again, looked at each other and smiled: "Chen Cell-head has not been a little bad in the past few years, and he has tasted it every time, and then it is our brother's turn." ”

"Hehe, I've been on an errand for so many years, and it's the first time I've met such a superb beauty, if I can get it once, even if it's dead, it's worth it, even if it's played with, what's the matter...... Hey? ”

As the man spoke, he suddenly touched his neck, "Ah, some insect has bitten me." ”

"Where do you get bugs in this weather...... Yes! Looks like there's something! ”

As soon as he touched his neck, he pulled out a thin steel needle from his neck, and before he could react, his eyelids were already too heavy to open, and then, as soon as his eyes were black, he fell down softly.

Dressed in black and with a black cloth on his face, Zhen Mingqu appeared from behind a big tree in the distance, glanced left and right, quickly ran over, helped the two anesthetized guards, let them lean against the door, pretended to be dozing, and then took the key from them, opened the door, and dodged in......

……

In Luoyang's prison, it was dark and damp, and the air was foul, filled with rancid and musty smells.

The entire prison covers an area of 1,000 square meters, with hundreds of cells, divided into two floors, underground and aboveground, and the painful wails of prisoners are heard from time to time in the prison.

It's not easy to find a single person from these hundreds of cells.

The prison was full of yellow-skinned, thin-skinned prisoners, men and women, old and young, all covered with rotting wounds, some of whom were already dying, lying in damp, moldy straw piles, wailing in pain from time to time.

After putting down several jailers with a thin needle concealment smeared with a powerful anesthetic, Zhen began to investigate room by room.

As soon as the prisoners in the cell saw him, they all cried out to him for help.

Zhen Mingquan wanted to find the Zhang family as soon as possible, who could control them.

Seeing that he had no intention of saving him, these people began to speak ill of each other, threatening and cursing, and did everything.

Zhen Minghard finally found the entrance to the dungeon, sneaked in, descended a few meters high steps, and groped his way forward in a long aisle under the dim oil lamp, on both sides of the aisle were dark prisons, and the prisoners inside were locked with chains, all of them were fierce and vicious, and their eyes were glaring at him.

This place is very familiar to Zhen Mingku, he has been in this place for a few months, and he almost died here, most of the people held here are murderers who do not blink an eye, and even the torture equipment may not be able to make them succumb.

Turning a corner of the aisle, a familiar voice came from a distance, faint, but he couldn't help but startle.

"Let go of me! Don't touch me, woo ......"

It was Zhang's frightened cry.

Zhen Ming couldn't hide his tracks anymore, and rushed away in the direction where the voice came from.

When he rushed into the torture chamber at the end of the dungeon, which was full of various torture instruments, he was stimulated by the scene in front of him, and his muscles were exposed, and he was angry and angry.

Zhang was tied to a pillar, her hands and feet were tied with ropes, the clothes on her upper body had been rudely torn apart, revealing her delicate upper body, her skirt had also faded to her waist, and a snow-white thigh was lifted high by the man in front of her, carrying it on her shoulders, and her soft legs were pulled apart into a line.

The man had stripped off his shirt and pants, revealing his ugly things.

For a moment, Zhen Mingku's mind suddenly popped in his mind, as if a string had been broken, he casually picked up an iron hook beside him, rushed behind the man like crazy, and knocked it down with all his strength on the back of the other party's head before the other party's ugly thing touched Zhang's body.

The iron hook sank deep into the other party's brain, blood spurted out, splashing Zhen Mingku's face, and the other party slowly turned around, it was the head of Chen Prison who had made Zhen Mingku taste all kinds of torture tools.

The other party's eyes gradually lost their light, their pupils dilated, and the moment the other party's head turned around, he was already unconscious.

Looking at the frightened look in Zhang's eyes, the trembling body, the whip marks on the snow-white and delicate skin, and the cyan finger marks on the delicate breasts, a trace of anger flashed in Zhen Mingku's eyes.

He pushed him away from Zhang's side, and Chen Cellhead fell to the ground like a dead thing, kicking the Chen's crotch with a kick.

Then, he slowly walked up to the man, raised the iron hook high, and smashed it into his skull uncontrollably, and again and again, the brains splashed out and splashed on his face......

……

It wasn't until Zhang's crying pulled him back from his crazy state that he glanced back at Zhang's blankly, and the bloody hideous expression on his face made Zhang's tremble in fright, and even the crying stopped.

He didn't know that he was covered in blood, and he was as terrifying as a ferocious god.

"Goose goose, don't be afraid, he's dead."

The first time he killed, his hands were trembling, his voice was trembling, and even his soul was trembling.

Hearing his affectionate name, Zhang finally calmed down a little, looked at the terrifying and terrifying appearance he had never had, forgot the bloody and terrifying death of the head of Chen Cell on the ground, looked at him in a daze, and tears flowed down.

Zhen Mingbitter asked in a trance: "Why are you crying?" Xianggong avenged you, don't be afraid, Xianggong will take you home, even if you die, I won't let you stay in this kind of place anymore. Zhen Mingku walked to Zhang's side, tidied up her clothes, fastened them, and untied the rope tied to her.

Zhang cried and hugged him, buried in his arms and sobbed lowly.

"I'm dirty."

Zhang didn't care, just hugged his waist tightly, and his trembling body gradually calmed down.

Zhen Mingku's eyes were a little dazed, and he hugged Zhang: "Did he bully you?" ”

Zhang shook his head desperately.

Zhen Ming breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, and his eyes regained some sanity: "Xianggong killed someone, and in the future, you will wander the world with the murderer, even if you die in the future, we will die together." ”

"Yes." Zhang nodded vigorously.

Just as he was hugging Zhang and preparing to leave, a shout suddenly came from the cell next door: "Good kill!" This kind of dog thing that bullies the soft and is afraid of the hard, if it is replaced by me, it is also generally killed, chopped and fed to the dog! ”

……

Zhen Ming turned his head to look into the darkness of the next cell.

In the darkness, a man who was more than six feet tall and covered with iron chains could be seen faintly, opening his blazing eyes and looking at him and Zhang.