The prison car was not sealed, and Chen Qiye listened clearly to the conversation between the two. He was the only one of the Dragon tribe in the entire prison car. The remaining nine prisoners all gave Chen Qiye a pity.

"Oh, how could you stand out like this? This time you are dead, and you can't even save the identity of the Dragon Clan."

"It is rumored that there are nine floors of death row in Youcheng. The next level, the cruelty of the prisoners in the imprisonment increases in a geometric multiple. Those who are imprisoned in the ninth floor of death row are all devils who can eat people."

"No one has ever been able to come out of the ninth floor of death row, so what can the Dragon Clan members do?"

As everyone sighed, Chen Qiye vaguely heard that the death cell on the ninth floor of the Youcheng was extremely cruel. Song Li didn't dare to kill him on the face of the face, and was still a little afraid of the reputation of the Dragon Clan, but he used the method of killing people with a knife to make Chen Qiye completely die on the ninth floor of the death cell.

In this way, even if the Dragon Clan Mansion pursues the investigation, they have nothing to say.

At worst, you will kill all the prisoners in that death row at that time. What will happen to Dai Guo?

Chen Qiye had to admire this trick of killing people with a knife.

"Little brother, I'm the old man from Youcheng Prison. I advise you to prepare early. If it really doesn't work, just hang yourself so as not to suffer that crime." An elderly man reminded in the prison car.

He turned out to be the head of the Youcheng official family, guarding the death row. Even the devils on the ninth floor he himself persuaded Chen Qiye to commit suicide, which shows that the place is really not a fool.

"Thank you for your reminder. I will prepare early." Chen Qiye said lightly.

The old man was stunned when he heard this. Then he sighed, "Yes, even ants are alive, how could a person commit suicide?"

He thought Chen Qiye was a coward who didn't even dare to hang himself, so he was too lazy to persuade him.

The prison in Youcheng is built in the northwest corner of the city, occupying thousands of acres of land. It is an independent urn. After an hour of bumpy turmoil, they finally arrived at the prison.

Taking advantage of the time when the two black armored soldiers called the door, Chen Qiye took the opportunity to grab a handful of stones in the corner of the wall of the urn and put them in his pocket on the ground. During the test of the body in the death cell, even if the prisoner found the stone, he did not take it seriously.

"Let's go, I'll take you to the 9th floor of the underground death row. If you really can't stand it, don't worry, if you have something to eat there, why bring stones?"

As he said that, the middle-aged prison head held Chen Qiye’s iron chain in one hand, and lifted a prison door key through layers of prison doors.

After continuing for half an hour, Chen Qiye was successfully brought to the death row on the ninth floor of the underground of Youcheng.

However, this prisoner seemed to be very afraid of the ninth floor. He opened Chen Qiye's shackles. After the prison door was opened, he hurriedly ran back to the ground. Chen Qiye's vigilance was a little more.

"It seems that the ninth floor of the death row is well-known, but fortunately, with a stone in my pocket, my projection magical power can be used. As long as the warrior doesn't come out, I will be the king of this nine-level." Chen Qiye thought, standing at the door of the ninth-level dungeon.

At the same time, when Chen Qiye entered the cell, seven or eight pairs of green eyes emerged from every corner of the ninth floor of the death row like a man-cannibal devil.

The look of saliva and hungry look was as if it was a devil climbing up from the ninth floor of hell.

Especially the death row prisoner in the northeast corner, half of his face was gone, and under the illumination of the nine-layer torches on the death row, it was particularly terrifying.

"Hehehehe, little baby, don't be afraid. When you come to your father-in-law, they are all bad people." As soon as the dead face in the northeast corner showed its head, the devil's squad laughed.

"Little baby, come to my grandfather's side. I will protect you well in the death penalty on the ninth floor of the dead face."

"Get out of here. The last time I was played with by you for a long time and then I was killed. This time, it's my turn."

"It's my turn. I've been waiting for a whole year, and I haven't waited for a newcomer. This person belongs to me."

As they grinned and fought over Chen Qiye as a pet, Chen Qiye was also looking at them.

In the ninth floor death row, there are seven prisoners in total, only the one who has the strongest face, is a third-level combat soldier, and the rest are second-level combat soldiers. These people are not afraid of Chen Qiye now.

What really scares the prisoners of Youcheng City is that the people in the nine-story underground death row are their non-human beings and can eat people.

Yes, they are real human-eating beasts.

The prison head who took him down to the ninth floor might have foresaw Chen Qiye's death, or to give him courage, he muttered a lot of information about the death row prisoners on the ninth floor along the way.

Although the death row prisoners locked up here are prisoners from Yan Kingdom, because they were once extremely vicious and could not get out for the rest of their lives, they were even more perverted. Cannibalism is just an insignificant thing among their many projects that can kill people.

But they didn't know that Chen Qiye, who was standing at the door of the death prison, was the real God of Death on the ninth floor of the underground.
Chapter completed!