The ancestor of the King Kong Sect was stunned, and his shadow revealed countless eyes.

"Is it possible that this sentence is explaining an existence that I haven't noticed?" Xu Qing said calmly.

"Besides, the Patriarch of Painting has always addressed me with four words, Lord Guard. Only in this explanation, I have been addressed with two words, Lord."

"It's such an obvious place, but I strangely ignored it before." Xu Qing's eyes were cold.

"So, how many prisoners are there in the Ding 1, 3 and 2 areas that I'm guarding?"

Xu Qing squinted his eyes and recalled in his mind.

"The first one is Cloudmon."

"The second one is the daughter of the human race."

"Thirteenth" Xu Qing's voice paused, and an icy cold aura rose up throughout his body at this moment.

"Who is the fourth one?" Xu Qing murmured, and his pupils began to shrink.

The ancestor of the King Kong Sect on the side was about to speak, but he was stunned and couldn't remember. Then his whole body trembled and his eyes showed fear.

The shadow was also at a loss.

"Who is the fifth? In other words, who are they from the fourth to the twelfth? How come I can't remember." Xu Qing spoke softly, took out the prisoner's information slip from his body, and checked it.

No matter how you count, there are always fourteen.

But unfortunately, I just can't remember the nine in the middle.

Extremely weird.

It was in the jade slips. Xu Qing thought he had seen it, but he couldn't remember it if he thought about it carefully.

"The previous guard also introduced the prisoners, but he didn't seem to mention the nine in the middle, but I thought it was normal at the time."

"Interesting." A cold light flashed in Xu Qing's eyes, and he opened the storage bag, wanting to record everything he had understood. But after thinking about it, he did not use a jade slip, but took out a blank bamboo slip.

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There are many bamboo slips in his storage bag.

On this bamboo slip, he carved everything he was thinking about word by word.

In the last line, Xu Qing added five characters and a question mark.

The power of gods?

After doing this, Xu Qing stood up and walked out of the sword pavilion in the dark night.

The rain outside was still falling on the ground, and there were puddles everywhere on the ground. Xu Qing walked on it, and walked all the way to the Prison Department in the night.

Walking on the steps of the Prison Department, the sound of footsteps echoed far away, forming echoes in circles.

This was the first time Xu Qing came to the Prison Department at night. The surroundings were even darker, with only the lights lit at some distance on the walls emitting a dim light.

In the darkness all around, the light of the fire was insignificant.

Xu Qing looked calm and walked down the steps step by step. He didn't want to wait until dawn, because there was no difference between day and night to him.

But once time passes, he is worried that his memory will be blurred again, so he plans to deal with it immediately while he can react now.

He was going to see the fourth to twelfth prisoners.

In this way, in this silence and darkness, Xu Qing arrived at the fifty-seventh floor of the Prison Department, came to the green and black door of Ding Yisan Er, raised his hand and pushed it open.

"The fourth to twelfth prisoners, are they there or not?"

As the sound of creaking echoed in the silence, Xu Qing walked in expressionlessly, and with a bang, the door closed.

Ding one, three, two, as dark as ever.

The moment he walked in, Xu Qing vaguely felt someone in the cage looking at him. At the same time, the figure of the little boy also appeared beside him, with helplessness and concern in his eyes.

Xu Qing noticed it and frowned.

He came this time just for this look!

When he checked the jade slips before, he found that there was no little boy in the photo, but he remembered the helpless look in the other person's eyes.

The figure came here late at night, and the purpose was to find out why the little boy looked like this.

This is his only purpose.

"What's here?" Xu Qing raised his right wrist and looked at the little boy.

The little boy opened his mouth to say something, but no matter what he said, Xu Qing couldn't hear him, as if the two sides were separated by time and space.

Even though Xu Qing tried many methods, such as writing, he still couldn't communicate with the little boy. Finally, it felt like the sky was getting brighter outside. Xu Qing sighed softly and had no choice but to give up.

He raised his head and glanced at Ding 132, his eyes swept across the fourteen prisoners, everything was as usual.

So he turned around and prepared to leave, but the moment his hand touched the cell door, Xu Qing suddenly looked confused.

"I came here late at night just to communicate with my luck? This is not in line with my character!"

"Then I can do it during the day when I'm on duty. Why do I have to come at night?"

"I seem to have forgotten something."

Xu Qing murmured and turned to look at Ding Yisaner. It was the same as in his memory, no change.

"That's not right!" Xu Qing's eyes flashed.

"My memory is not that bad, but I just can't remember it."

"Is it some kind of force that affects me?"

"Maybe I wasn't affected when I came, so I came, but I forgot my purpose when I entered here. Then, I should have found some clues."

He looked at it, then suddenly raised his right hand to open the storage bag, rummaged through it, and after carefully checking every item, he took out a bamboo slip.

This bamboo slip is densely engraved with a large number of handwritings.

Xu Qing frowned. He was familiar with the bamboo slips, but he didn't remember the writing on them, so he looked at them carefully, and as he looked at them, his expression changed.

"What are the fourth to twelfth cages?"

"The power of the gods?"

Xu Qing's mind stirred violently. The handwriting was familiar to him, it was his handwriting, but the content was extremely unfamiliar to him. Finally, he suddenly raised his head and looked around.

"Affected my memory?!" Xu Qing's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and the Third Heavenly Palace in his body suddenly shook. The poisonous and forbidden aura spread out and enveloped his whole body. Then he took a deep breath and used the power of the Fourth Heavenly Palace for the first time.

That is the Purple Moon Heavenly Palace.

Following Xu Qing's thoughts, the Fourth Heavenly Palace trembled, and a ray of purple moonlight bloomed in Xu Qing's sea of ​​consciousness, covering his whole body. At the same time, his invisible personality suddenly grew at this moment.

His expression became cold and his eyes were ethereal. Although his appearance did not change, it gave the impression that he was no longer a human being with emotions, but a god looking down on all living beings.

With this attitude, Xu Qing looked at Ding Yi San Er again.

After seeing this at a glance, Ding Yisaner's appearance changed drastically in his eyes.

This place is not black at all, but red, bright red, with blood all over the floor, and the walls and cages are all the color of blood.

There was only one area that radiated light, and that was around him, where the little boy was.

Because they were so close, the light emanating from the little boy also enveloped Xu Qing.

He was in the light, and besides the color of the light, there was also a rich blood mist, as if it was about to invade, but was blocked.

Xu Qing's heart was shaken. He suddenly looked at the cage where the cloud beast was. Inside it was not a cloud beast, but a stone lion without a head!

His whole body was green and black, exuding a strong unknown.

Then he looked at the cage where the human woman was, and saw the same changes there, as if the veil had been lifted, revealing the real scene. The woman inside was no longer delicate, but a skeleton.

There was a huge scarecrow in the cage, covered in blood. It kept shaking and dropped countless weeds, turning into small scarecrows. It kept devouring the woman's bones, and then spit them out and put them back together again.

It seems like it has been biting and biting for life after life.

Noticing Xu Qing's gaze, the giant scarecrow looked back at Xu Qing and grinned.

The cage holding the millstone and the head was also different from before. The millstone disappeared, and a huge water tank suddenly appeared in its place, exuding an ancient atmosphere.

There is still turbid liquid, and a black lotus grows out, spreading out countless branches

The beard spreads around the prison.

Many of them penetrated directly into the skull, causing the skull to look painful.

At this moment, the head noticed Xu Qing's gaze, but its expression was strange, with helplessness and a weak voice.

"I haven't changed. I told you, I'm good."

Xu Qing was silent and glanced at the other cages. What he saw made his mind stir.

He did not see the fourth to twelfth prisoners.

He saw a huge finger that penetrated hundreds of cages. The finger exuded indescribable power, and the flowing blood made the cell red.

The blood mist and blood were all born of him.

Those are the fingers of the gods.
To be continued...