Chapter 001: The Female Ghost

  A lonely figure sat on the sheep farm with their hands clasped around their head, their body shaking uncontrollably.

  The sheep pen is a place where prisoners are allowed to rest in the black prison, known as grazing.

  This vast expanse of land is surrounded by electric wire mesh over one zhang high. The surrounding areas are also fully armed prison guards, with one stationed every few dozen meters.

  At this time, most prisoners were having dinner. After finishing dinner, there was a 30-minute period when all prisoners could freely roam around the sheep farm.

  At this time, there was only one lonely figure sitting in the sheepfold.

  Yang Hua

  Yang Hua didn't go eat but instead sat here alone.

  All he saw was him covering his face with both hands on the sheep farm, tears dripping out from between his fingers one by one, thinking of Li Nana.

  But now his lover is already dead.

  It was also from that day on that Yang Hua had already died.

  His heart is dead.

  For more than a month after Nina's death, he was like a walking corpse every day, with Nina's figure and appearance in his mind and heart.

  As Yang Hua was suffering alone, he did not notice that several men wearing blue prison uniforms were walking towards him.

  All that can be seen is the leader, a man with a pointed mouth and monkey cheeks. Behind him are four or five people wearing blue prison uniforms, their arms also tied with a cloth strip, but on theirs is written a "North" character.

  Only a few people had already quickly walked up to Yang Hua's side by then.

  Yang Hua didn't feel anything at all and still squatted there with her hands covering her face.

  The man with a pointed mouth and monkey cheeks didn't say a word, he went up and kicked Yang Hua's back with one foot.

  Yang Hua did not notice a dog eating feces being kicked and fell to the ground.

  All I could hear was a burst of laughter from behind me.

  "Is this the new one from Nan Cang?" The sharp-mouthed man with a pointed chin was laughing unscrupulously there.

  Several men beside him also burst out laughing.

  "Grandma's, why are you crying like a woman here?" one of them cursed and laughed.

  "Damn it, they all say that the guys from Nan Cang are good fighters, one better than the other. But this moron is just a piece of trash... Haha." Another man wearing a blue prison uniform said with crazy laughter.

  Yang Hua slowly crawled up from the ground, wiping away the unshed tears on his face with his hand.

  Those men were stunned for a moment, and the one standing in front, who had a thin face but was very tall, stretched out an eagle-like hand to grab Yang Hua's back.

  Yang Hua remained still.

  That frail man, with one hand grasping his prison uniform and pulling backwards, Yang Hua was suddenly thrown to the ground, and several people burst out laughing again.

  Yang Hua opened a pair of bloodshot eyes and turned her head to look at several men.

  "What are you looking at?" A man threw a punch at Yang Hua's face with lightning speed, catching him off guard.

  Yang Hua dodged too late, and his face was hit with a solid punch. His body swayed twice, but he didn't fall to the ground. Instead, scarlet blood flowed out of his mouth.

  "Huh? Boss, isn't this guy from Nan Cang?" One of the men said to the sharp-mouthed, monkey-faced man after taking a closer look at Yang Hua's shoulder.

  That sharp-mouthed fellow also turned his head to look at Yang Hua's shoulder, and saw that the guy in front of him was indeed not from Nan Cang. He burst out laughing and said: "It's definitely that even the useless people from Nan Cang don't want this kid, I reckon he's a waste, haha."

  With a laugh, one foot kicked towards Yang Hua's body, which didn't show any intention of fighting back.

  Yang Hua was suddenly kicked and rolled onto the ground.

  A pained moan was suppressed in his mouth.

  The man in the back had a strange look on his face, with a black mole the size of a thumb at the corner of his mouth. He said, "Boss, I haven't personally killed anyone for a long time. Let me kill one this time, my hands have been feeling extremely uncomfortable these past few days."

  That sharp-mouthed man laughed and said: "It's not just you who are itchy, we're all itchy. Hehe, consider yourself unlucky, kid."

  The sharp-mouthed man looked at Yang Hua and said with a crazy laugh.

  It's strange to say that this black prison is a place where someone dies every day. Although it's clear that no one has died in the past few days, who knows how many have secretly lost their lives?

  Only the sharp-mouthed man and the two men from Beicang behind him walked step by step towards Yang Hua, who was lying on the ground with no strength to tie a chicken. Their faces were filled with ferocious smiles, one of them suddenly pulled out a sharp dagger from his pocket, his expression even more frenzied, like a butcher, his tongue licking the bright blade... A terrifying figure slowly walked towards Yang Hua, who was powerless.

  As for Yang Hua, his heart is already dead. He can't wait for someone to kill him quickly, so he won't have to live like a walking corpse...

  At this critical moment, a loud shout was suddenly heard: "Halt."

  Four burly men rushed over from behind.

  As they drew closer, it became clear that these four people were actually the ones who had just been in the prison cell and allowed Yang Hua to join the South Warehouse.

  One of the men, who was the most robust in build and had a tattoo of a dragon with its claws outstretched on his arm, charged forward first, with an angry look on his face.

  "What are you bastards trying to do?" The tall man shouted with a pair of big eyes like light bulbs staring at the pointed-mouthed man.

  That sharp-mouthed man didn't show any sign of fear, looking at them a few, the corner of his mouth coldly smiled and said to the man with a dragon tattoo on his arm: "Qing Long, playing with this kid seems to have nothing to do with your Nan Cang's affairs?" As soon as the words fell, the two people behind him slowly walked forward, their fists already tightly clenched.

  As if ready to make a big move at any time.

  That burly man called Qing Long, with a pair of big round eyes staring at Yang Hua lying on the ground: "Grandpa, I've always thought that whatever I want to control, I'll control it. What's wrong?"

  The three people behind him also took up their positions.

  The sharp-mouthed man didn't seem afraid at all, but instead burst out laughing and said: "So it seems you're in charge of this matter?"

  That green dragon burst out laughing loudly.

  "Are you deaf? I've already told Grandpa!" Qing Long's two thick arms were bulging with veins at this moment, it was clear that he was a violent man.

  That sharp-mouthed man, nicknamed "Madman", was known to everyone in Beicang. Although he didn't have much skill in his hands, when he did something, he dared to play with his life on the line. Especially when he got into it, he didn't even care about his own life. So, although his skills were not impressive, he was a notorious tough guy in Beicang.

  A sound

  Hit.

  At the sharp-mouthed man's order, the two men behind him couldn't wait any longer and swung their fists to greet Qing Long.

  That green dragon had anticipated it earlier, his left foot slid sideways, his body tilted to one side, and two fists heavily brushed against his body in mid-air.

  Those two men threw a punch into thin air, and with the other fist, they instantly struck the head of the green dragon.

  The green dragon's body was majestic, but his footwork was even more agile. His right leg quickly retreated several steps back, and his left fist struck the nose of that guy who had just said he hadn't killed anyone in a long time with a swift and fierce force.

  A blood-curdling scream.

  The man from the north warehouse was suddenly knocked flying backwards, his nose smashed and bleeding all over his face. He lay on the ground with one hand tightly covering his nose, which was spraying blood everywhere, and he was shouting wildly.

  Another man saw his companion get hurt and kicked out a whip kick with his right foot.

  The green dragon's body swayed, and the man's leg was lifted into the air. Before he could even retract his leg, a large hand had already quickly grabbed hold of the leg that had kicked out.

  Another miserable cry, and the guy was thrown out by the green dragon, heavily smashing onto the ground.

  That sharp-mouthed man turned pale, and in an instant his own brother was solved by this big guy. He was furious in his heart, let out a loud roar, and pounced on the green dragon.

  The green dragon's body moved horizontally, its left foot kicked out. The sharp-mouthed man blocked it with his left hand, blocking the green dragon's heavy kick.

  Just as the two were about to come to blows, a shrill whistle pierced the air.

  The alarm went off.

  In an instant, 7 or 8 fully armed prison guards holding batons and semi-automatic rifles came running this way.

  The man with the sharp mouth and Qing Long stopped their hands when they heard the alarm, squatting on the ground with their heads in their hands. Everyone else also squatted on the ground with their heads in their hands.

  At this time, those prison guards had already walked up front, one of whom was the cruelest and most ruthless of all in Hei Yu.

  The plague god wielded a mace and brutally smashed it onto every person present.

  A few mournful cries.

  When he hit the green dragon, the green dragon grabbed the baton called the plague god policeman with one hand, and his fist was clenched tightly, as if he wanted to punch him to death.

  But just as his fist was raised, two guns were pressed against his head.

  His fist, raised in mid-air, came to an abrupt halt, his large, bulbous eyes revealing boundless irritation.

  "Let go." The plague god's face was red with rage as he stared at the green dragon.

  The green dragon's eyes widened in anger, but facing two guns, it had no choice but to slowly release its grip.

  That plague god dodged the baton and kicked it into the abdomen of the green dragon. The green dragon's body was sturdy, but after being kicked, it only retreated a few steps. However, that plague god refused to give up, using the baton to strike the green dragon's head and face.

  The green dragon was not made of iron after all, and finally, the whole person was beaten to the ground, with blood all over his face. The several subordinates beside him were ruthless in their hearts, but when faced with this most ferocious devil in prison, they didn't dare move either...

  Finally, Qinglong was beaten to the point of being covered in bruises and lying on the ground, his entire body drenched in blood... His sturdy body continued to tremble nonstop.

  Finally, the plague god was tired and stopped, panting heavily. He glanced at the prisoners squatting on the ground with disdain and said coldly, "Take them in." The plague god looked at these human scum and said.

  Several people were led away towards the prison.

  The blood-soaked Blue Dragon could only be dragged back...

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