On a rainy night, Ji Mansion.

The happy banquet continued. As the focus of tonight, Ji Lei, dressed in bright yellow brocade clothes, looked handsome and spoke in a fashionable manner.

Although he has just grown up, he is no longer a child.

As the leading clan in Jinghong City, his father Ji Wanshan is not only the head of the family, but also the head of a city.

Now, after receiving the two little thieves had been detained, he quickly put away his thoughts and faced his young son Ji Lei, who was as star-like as the moon.

But Long Xiaoyu couldn't hold back his thoughts at all.

She never dreamed that she would be kidnapped into the death row by Su Hen. She was speechless. ╯﹏╰

She kicked the weeds on the ground from time to time, feeling depressed.

"Hehehe, what an interesting little girl. It's a pity that she was so beautiful."

The old man with black teeth was inside the iron cage on the left, and now he is a horse-faced monk in the iron cage on the right.

A monk who looks fierce, thin and bloodshot, his eyes are covered with blood.

His right wrist seemed to be injured, and it was rolled up several layers of rags, and there were still bloodstains.

His face was quite pale.

"What a pity?" Su Hen glanced over.

"What a pity? Hahaha." The Ma-faced Monk suddenly burst into laughter, and many death row prisoners around him burst into laughter.

"It's really a spoiled child. This is a death row. If you come in, don't think about going out again." The monk Ma-faced smiled, as if it was a curse, which made people feel very desperate when they heard it.

Long Xiaoyu bit her lip. She had heard of these things for a long time.

"Oh, that's it."

"After that being said, how could you be here, a monk?"

When Su Hen’s question was asked, the Ma-faced Monk was slightly stunned: “Huh? You two are newcomers. You are going to the death jail at a young age. Shouldn’t you introduce yourself first?”

"We?" Su Hen looked at Long Xiaoyu, obviously not receiving any response.

"You both are so beautiful and just called yourself a master and servant. Could it be that another family was in trouble and someone took the opportunity to frame it?" The old man from black teeth made a hoarse and dry smile before.

"Who is the servant? You are the servant!" Long Xiaoyu, who had been silent, raised his head suddenly and glared at the old man fiercely.

Hahahahahahaha.

For a moment, the death row prisoners around him laughed.

"Little girl, don't be angry, don't follow him, please follow me. I won't treat you as a servant, just be your wife." A strong man with a tiger back and a bear waist was stinging in the iron cage opposite, with a silly face and looking at Long Xiaoyu with a smile.

"roll!"

"I am worthy of being my maid," Su Hen nodded with satisfaction.

"Get out too!" Long Xiaoyu was very angry now and felt very uncomfortable.

It turns out that the other party followed her, just to see her joke?

Hahahahahaha!

There was a little laughter around again, as if it hadn't been so lively for a long time.

"You just said that you were framed again?" Su Hen looked at the old man black-toothed next door with interest.

"That's right, there are many people here who have been framed." The old man's voice was a little sighing.

"It seems that Ji Mansion is not a good thing anymore, there is no distinction between black and white."

"There is no distinction between black and white? Hahaha." The Ma-faced monk laughed again and shook his head repeatedly.

Then he sneered: "This damn Ji Mansion is a black-hearted person, so how can we tell the truth?"

"You have enough, you have to admit your mistakes. Be beaten to the point of being beaten!" The honest and strong man opposite stood up like a black bear.

"I'm wrong? Hahahaha." The horse-faced monk laughed.

"The Ji Mansion is in charge of the whole city, and all the repetitive offenders are detained here, and there will be some deviations."

"The Ji Mansion may have some maggots that are indistinguishable from black and white, but you say that the Ji Mansion is all black-hearted and will pass this time!"

"What a dog licking, but unfortunately your official Ji can't hear it." The monk Ma-faced spitted a mouthful of water, hoping to spit on the other person's face.

"Haha, I, Du Ming, are not talented."

"I set the fire on impulse and burned people to death, I admit it."

"Where are you? Do you dare to recognize it?"

Du Ming, who had a simple face, looked proudly at the horse-faced monk and questioned.

"What do I have to recognize? Why should I recognize it?" The monk Ma-faced's cheeks were a little twisted, as if the anger was enough to burn the sky and boil the sea.

"coward!"

After Du Ming said this, he never looked at the Ma-faced Monk again.

There is already a desperate place here, meaningless disputes will only aggravate fatigue and pain.

Su Hen looked at it silently and refused to comment on it, but he could tell that this monk was a person with a story.

Long Xiaoyu was still in a daze, trying hard to separate himself from others, not wanting to speak or even listening.

After counting breaths, the monk's aura had not yet subsided, and he was still talking to himself.

"It's all a group of extremely hypocritical bastards, Ji's Mansion, Zhao's Mansion, and the entire Jinghong City!"

"And...the Song family in Lotus City is also a group of hypocritical bastards!"

"But...but..."

"Haha," the monk Ma-faced paused, took a deep breath, held his hands on his cheek, and said self-deprecatingly:

"Monk...the monk is the most hypocritical!"

The other death row prisoners around seemed to have become accustomed to the nagging of the monk Ma-faced, but for Su Hen, it was very new.

There are many evil people in this world who either hate justice or the powerful...

Or, it is to hate peace, hate some people, hate something.

No matter what the evil people hate, they will not hate themselves.

Because all evil people firmly believe that those who accomplish great things will not be careful of the trivialities.

Only yourself, in this world, only yourself is absolutely justice, and only yourself can change the things you despise.

However……

The horse-faced monk in front of him is completely opposite, or it is called...contradictory.

"Monk hypocritical?"

"Are you talking about yourself?"

"I? Hahahaha." This seems to be the signature catchphrase of the monk Ma Face. He would laugh twice before every time he answered.

"I can count myself, but the monk's career is even more hypocritical, so hypocritical that it makes people disgusting and outrageous!" The monk on horse face clenched his fists, beat his chest and stamped his feet, and his voice became very sharp.

It seems to be a very strong hatred and self-deprecation, which has been sank in my heart for many years and has accumulated for a long time.

"Is it that exaggerated..."

"Of course there is!" Seeing that Su Hen was half-believing and half-doubted, the Ma-faced monk immediately continued to smile: "Kecheng has heard a sentence?"

"What's the matter?"

"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot."

"That's natural," Su Hen nodded without hesitation.

"Then don't you think it's ridiculous? Don't you think it's very hypocritical?"

"Why do ordinary people have to go through thousands of disasters to become Buddhas? But evil people only need to put down their butcher's knife to become Buddhas?" The monk in black shouted, as if he was going to question that day.

"I have practiced Buddha for ten years and got nothing. Everything I see is a sin!"

"It's a pity that I can't stop it. When I tried hard to save one person, ten people were suffering at the same time."

"I've worked very hard!"

"I've obviously worked very hard!"
Chapter completed!