"I'm so angry! Don't stop me, I'm going to send this beast to the Eighteen Hells!!"

The old man was really pissed off.

I cursed in my heart with pain: "Careless, careless, this time I really lost Jingzhou and lost blood!!"

Thinking back to how I was savoring it carefully, the more I thought about it, the worse I felt.

I picked up the fish intestine sword in the bamboo house and wanted to cut the smelly fish into pieces.

Fortunately, Bai Pangpang suppressed the laughter in his heart and quickly reached out to stop him.

"Don't be angry, don't be angry. This wine boy is spoiled at first glance. Why get angry with a fish? Mr. Chen, Mr. Chen, hurry up and stew this fish!"

"Yes, yes, isn't it just a sip of stale wine? I still have good wine here."

Seeing that Bai Pangpang started to persuade him, of course he couldn't really see the joke while standing aside.

The two of them have the same understanding of the same caliber, this is Ichijou... the wine boy.

They don't know what Wuji is, and they don't recognize it either.

Seeing the steps given by the two men, the old man suddenly felt much better. Following their words, he put away the fish intestine sword in his hand.

"Bah, I have never drank any wine, so this kind of wine is too much for me. Hurry up, take out the good wine you have collected and let me have a sip!"

After the bad old man finished speaking, he didn't even look back, but the gelding already had a murderous intent in his eyes.

But when I looked back, I found that the gelding had fallen asleep on the ground.

I was suspicious for a while, and after some calculations with my fingers, I felt relieved.

After Wuqi was taken out of the puddle by Meatball, Mr. Chen took the kitchen knife and fumbled under Wuqi's fat belly for a while.

You just know what this fish is and how to eat it.

All he saw was a kitchen knife, which he stabbed in and slashed along his abdomen.

Each round fish roe, as big as a kumquat, was neatly exposed under Mr. Chen’s eyes.

The roe is crystal clear, bright red and plump.

Mr. Chen picked one up and put it in his mouth to taste it carefully. He couldn't help but give a thumbs up.

Even the top quality fish roe has a much inferior taste.

Moreover, if you eat the good stuff that is a special product of Wujia, you can greatly improve your resistance to poisons and can also drive away evil spirits and avoid disasters.

It is said to be a rare product, but it is a good thing.

Mr. Chen immediately took out a plate, mixed the sauce and cold salad, and served it to the table as an appetizer for the dinner.

"Okay, okay..."

Bai Pangpang looked at the fish roe on the plate that had been cooled by Mr. Chen, and started to eat it happily.

As for the bad old man, when he thought that he had just been chewed, he immediately lost his mind and couldn't eat any more.

"Go on and see what treasures there are down there!"

Ding Xiaoyi directed the meat ball and continued digging.

The pit is very deep, it can't be just one fish, there must be other things in it.

The meat ball stretched out its tentacles and began to carefully explore along the gap.

Sure enough, after a while, a big deal was actually dug out.

"Hey, there's a baby!"

Realizing that Ding Xiaoyi seemed to have gained something, Bai Pangpang immediately went over to greet him, took a closer look, and became very happy for a moment.

"Boy, I sometimes wonder if your luck from eating the Wufu Pig last time was not used up."

No wonder Bai Pangpang said this.

I saw Meatball's body squirming in the puddle for a while, and then he actually carried something out.

A black iron tower covered with mud.

"Why is this thing??" The old man came over, took one look and frowned.

He seemed to recognize the origin of this thing.

The iron structure is not big, with three floors above and below.

The bottom layer is as big as a millstone, the middle layer is smaller, and the ones going up are smaller.

The three-story tower looks dilapidated and stained with mud and water.

But if you look closely, you will find that this three-story iron tower is of top quality in terms of workmanship and details.

In particular, the blue bricks and mud tiles outlined on the iron tower are still clearly visible.

There are black wind chimes hanging in the eight corners of the pagoda.

They are covered with dirt and mud, but with a little clarity it is not difficult to see that these wind chimes are still intact.

"What's this??"

Looking at the iron tower, which was only half a man tall, he couldn't help but ask Old Man Zao.

"Um...prison!"

The old man scanned the iron tower carefully and said expressionlessly: "Some special people often receive some special treatment, but this kind of treatment is probably not something ordinary people can afford."

The half-man-high iron tower in front of me turned out to be a prison.

I don’t know what kind of person would be imprisoned there and thrown directly into the underworld.

He looked carefully and found that although the tower had doors and windows, they were sealed.

“How can such a small place fit one person??”

He gestured and found that his figure was not stout, only moderate.

But if you squeeze yourself into such a small iron tower, wouldn't it be very uncomfortable?

"What we need is such a painful method, otherwise how can we call it special?"

Bai Pangpang knocked his fingers on the bell on the iron tower, and heard a "bang" sound.

The sound is crisp and pleasant.

But if there were still living people inside, it would probably not be a pleasant feeling.

"If the bells hanging in the eight corners are touched even slightly, the person inside will be as if they were cut into pieces by a thousand cuts."

If you think about it, there are three levels of bells hanging in these eight corners.

There are so many bells, not to mention a light touch, just a few shakes, I don’t know how many bells will ring.

At that time, the people inside will really be unable to survive or die.

"Open it and take a look. Anyone who can afford this crime is not an unjust ghost."

Bai Pangpang signaled the old man to open the tower.

After all, so much time has passed, and the iron tower is covered with rust. Even if the guys inside are alive, they may not be much better.

Even if it is a huge sin, it should be paid off.

The old man was silent for a moment, as if he was still thinking about it, but then he thought about it and realized that what Bai Pangpang said was not unreasonable.

No matter how big of a mistake it was, being trapped in this iron tower for so long should be written off.

Being able to be fished out at this time may be a chance to give him this relief.

After thinking about it, he saw the old man grasping the top of the iron tower with his fingers and twisting it slightly.

"Click!!"

Ding Xiaoyi's ears moved slightly and he could hear the squirming sounds coming from the iron tower.

After countless years, the mechanism of this iron tower is still flexible.

For a moment, I stared at the iron tower and became curious in my heart.

However, when the tower was opened, it was completely empty and nothing was left inside.

But when one takes a closer look, the scene in the iron tower is shocking and makes one's scalp numb.

Even Ding Xiaoyi, who had been mentally prepared for it, couldn't help but tremble in his heart, grinning secretly and shaking his head.

Inside the iron tower, there are all messy scratch marks, without any structure, but it can make people imagine that the other party is trapped inside, anxious, crazy, and even crazy.

Imagine being trapped in a dark place with a small environment, no time, and no light.

Even if you want to move your body, it is difficult.

What kind of despair that would be.

As for the people inside the tower, I am afraid they could no longer bear the torture and disappeared into thin air.

The scene in front of him made Bai Pangpang secretly shake his head and recite the Buddha's name silently in his heart.
To be continued...