Ye Yuan had previously entered the dream and performed the dream-occupying witchcraft, but he had reached the conclusion that the old man was not dead. He even knew that the old man was in the south, but he had not seen the old man's aura along the way. However, when he entered the sixth floor of Xianyang City, he felt the old man's aura, and the old man's soul fluctuations remained in the space.

Suddenly, Ye Yuan suddenly realized that this guy had somehow in Xianyang City. The eight walls of Xianyang City had far more than what he saw, although for most people, the wall was just a symbolic meaning.

Looking at the dark wall not far ahead, it was gloomy and terrifying. It was so bright that people couldn't feel any warmth in the broad daylight. There was only a burst of bone-broken coldness. The groom in the carriage said that he didn't dare to move forward any more. Ye Yuan threw a ninth-grade spirit stone for him and said, "You wait for me here, and I'll come when I go."

When the spirit stone was seen, the groom driving the cart's eyes lit up. In the Qin Dynasty, the spirit stone was far from something that ordinary people could touch. Even if it was just a ninth-grade spirit stone, this ninth-grade spirit stone was enough for the groom driving the cart to be worthy of all his income in a year. After gritting his teeth, it seemed that the gloomy and terrifying death row in the imperial city ahead was no longer a concern. He said, "Sir, then hurry up. This place is not a good place after all. If you get closer, you may be killed in the death row. No one will know if you die inside."

Ye Yuan nodded and thanked with a faint smile.

Walking towards the death row, Ye Yuan had just sensed it for a long time and found that the dark high walls of the death row were carved with specific runes inside the black bricks, which not only had the effect of trapping the resentment of the dead and the resentment of the dead. It could also turn these resentment of the dead, resentment and yin energy into power by referring to them. From the outside, the land around it was almost deserted, with no buildings around it and empty.

The buildings on the surface only spread for three or four miles, and looked dilapidated and seemed to be deserted for a long time. However, Ye Yuan understood that these were all appearances, hidden under the loose and deserted surface, and the defense inside was definitely not worse than that in the imperial city, and it was even more sinister and more vicious. The situation inside could not be sensed outside.

This also made Ye Yuan's idea of ​​looking for opportunities to rob the prison. Here, it is definitely not a place where Ye Yuan can be arrogant now, so Ye Yuan thought about other methods. A normal way, but this must be decided before he had seen the old man before he could decide. The old guy suddenly disappeared for so long and disappeared, and Ye Yuan almost thought that this guy had been killed.

Near the gate of the Death Crown, there is only a small door meter high above the dark wall that has spread for several miles. It is also the only entrance and exit of the Death Crown. Looking at the obscure fluctuations at the top of the Death Crown, Ye Yuan could imagine that anyone who wanted to break in and out of the Death Crown would definitely die was ugly. Not to mention that the top of the Death Crown was a sealed existence. The restrictions arranged at the top were densely packed like spider webs to completely cover the sky at the top.

When he walked towards this small door, Ye Yuan suddenly stopped when he was still thirty feet away. A cold and murderous intent locked Ye Yuan. Ye Yuan's face remained unchanged, with a faint gentle smile, and a trace of life fluctuations that made people feel like spring breeze. He looked at the small door ahead.

"The person who comes stops, the birth token, the person who trespasses into the death row, kill"

The gloomy sound, like a gust of cold wind blowing, sounded in Ye Yuan's ears. Ye Yuan had already felt something, and was not surprised by the murderous intent that seemed to be real. He grabbed it from his sleeve, and a golden token appeared in his hand. Ye Yuan raised the token and saw an obscure and subtle fluctuation suddenly appeared on the token.

The next moment, the hoarse sound rang in my ears: "The young man's imperial physician Ling Ying Tiancong's close-fitting waist card or the main waist card. I wonder what's important to you in the death penalty?"

This surprised Ye Yuan a little. Just by illuminating the waist card, the murderous intent retreated silently like a tide of ebbing. Even judging from the meaning of this statement, as long as it was not something that would release the prisoner without authorization, it would definitely agree. Don’t these people doubt the origin of this waist card?

Obviously, these seemingly looking for birth have mystery that Ye Yuan doesn’t understand, which is enough to prove a person’s identity.

Ye Yuan smiled indifferently and said softly: "I learned that an old friend is here, so I will visit him for a special visit. I hope this adult will agree."

The voice was silent for a moment before saying, "Name, appearance, strength."

Ye Yuan said directly: "I don't know his name, but his appearance is like a dying old man. He is full of a strong dead aura and has no power to turn the world. His life is approaching, so I'll come and visit him." As he said that, Ye Yuan extended his spiritual consciousness and, as soon as he came into contact with the extended spiritual consciousness, he passed on the old man's appearance.

But there was no question of so much sound. After seeing this, the small door that only three or four people passed side by side made a creaking sound and slowly opened.

Ye Yuan immediately understood that even if this was agreed, Ying Tiancong's main waist card would only come to visit a dying prisoner, so he still had to give this little face. If others were to be so easy to talk to. After all, it would be too hard to do something bad to the boss of the Shaofu in some harmless trivial matters.

When he walked into the small door, Ye Yuan felt as if he had passed through a layer of inaccurate film. Looking back, the originally opened small door had been closed silently for some time, as if it had never been opened. When he entered the main door, he was a path that was half a meter high and half a meter wide, penetrated into the darkness that was unknown how far away.

Every ten feet away on both sides of the path, a small, dim oil lamp burned quietly, emitting a glimmer of light.

The soul let go without any trace of sensing, and the sensed picture suddenly changed. The dark wall next to the road suddenly turned into countless painful and twisted corpses. One by one, the painful and wailing resentful souls kept breaking away from the passage, making silent howls, and even the black bricks under their feet seemed to be solidified from blood.

Seeing these, Ye Yuan did not change much, and he was only a little surprised. The corpses here were no less than the corpses covered with the earth in the space between reality and illusion created in the soul.

These images sensed by souls are caused by the resentment of the people who died in this death cell. There are even many resentful souls that have merged with these groups and the entire death cell. They can only roar and wail here for eternity, waiting for endless time to wipe them out and annihilate them.

After his face remained unchanged, the space ahead suddenly became clear.

The noise came to my face with a strange smell. Ye Yuan instantly held his breath, but saw a hall two miles wide. There were stone pillars inserted into the dark above his head. There were vaguely carved with indescribable patterns on the stone pillars. At this moment, there were basically a figure tied to these stone pillars. In front of each figure, there were two or three people wearing black robes and cold-skinned people posed torture.

"Say or not, who is the mastermind?"

"Sir, the villain really doesn't know anything..."

"Not to say it, right? Come on, pull out all the remaining five nails."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a person next to him holding a pair of pliers and violently clamping the nails of the person tied to the stone pillar, and then pulled them out bit by bit. The miserable howl instantly, and the figure tied to the stone pillar twitched involuntarily, and his body struggled independently.

After a short moment, he saw that his ten fingers were covered in blood, his fingers were constantly trembling, and his fingers were connected to his heart, which was not a normal pain.

On the other side, a strong man with a body was tied to a stone pillar, with dozens of black words on his body. The prison guards next to him were still splashing his flesh and blood with red irons. The squeaking sounds were heard, accompanied by a burst of blue smoke and a strange smell of roasted pig hair.

"explain"

"Damn bastard, say no"

In the huge hall, there were crying, begging for mercy, shouting loudly, and scolding sounded, but the slightest torture was heard at the forefront. The more inwards, through the faint light of the oil lamp, Ye Yuan even saw a man slowly being cut into a stick with a knife and a knife.

The darkness under the prosperous times is far beyond everyone's imagination. When all the prison guards ask questions, they just say one word, but do not ask any substantive questions. This is enough to make people collapse. The tortured person does not know what they are asking, and they can only say whatever they know.

It seems that the attack on the Emperor of Qin and the first-ranked crown prince has already caused huge waves in the darkness.

Ye Yuan stood blankly at the entrance of the passage and looked at the picture, but suddenly a very regular sound of footsteps sounded beside him.

Da...da...da...da...

A gloomy and weird hoarse voice also sounded: "This must be Mr. Ying's nephew Dr. Ye Yuanye, please come to someone..."

Ye Yuan was not surprised how these people knew so clearly. I am afraid that all the monks in Xianyang City had been investigated by the huge machine of Daqin, but his identity was not threatened, and Ye Yuan was meaningless.

He was hunched over and covered in a black robe with an invisible face, and a gloomy and cold aura, which seemed to be there or not, and was extremely strange. Ye Yuan did not test it, and it was meaninglessly tempted, and there was no benefit in such a place.
Chapter completed!