Chapter 255 Password
Lan Ling yawned. Black Deer had entered the Sky Prison, and the remaining three of them had to guard around. After all, they didn't know when Black Deer would send a signal.
The sky just brightened, but there was no signal. Although it was expected, it was a bit disappointing.
Let's wait a little longer. According to the agreement, if there is still no signal after breakfast, we will proceed to the next step.
The jailer brought breakfast. Zhao Yushu opened his eyes and looked at the unfamiliar face in front of him: "Why did you change people?"
The jailer said nothing, put down the food box in a hurry, turned around and walked out quickly.
His orders were not to talk and just work.
Arranging a mortal jailer to deliver meals to Zhao Yushu was definitely the idea of someone who knew Zhao Yushu very well. If another cultivator had gone there, Old Zhao would probably have done something as ridiculous as taking hostages, but he had never attacked a mortal without ill intentions.
"Won't you chat with me for a while?" Zhao Yushu suddenly chased after him, scaring the jailer to run even faster.
If nothing unexpected happens, I will be immobilized before I go out.
Zhao Yushu smiled on the surface, but his eyes became more and more serious.
The jailer started running, and Zhao Yushu also started running, always running side by side with him.
Suddenly, Zhao Yushu's whole body froze and he stood still, unable to move.
The jailer opened the door and ran out.
A few short strands of straw appeared under the back collar.
The collar is turned down, which makes it extremely unlikely to be stuck on naturally. If it was a piece of straw, it could be said to be a coincidence, but there are four of them, which is obviously man-made.
Someone is conveying a message to you in this way!
These pieces of straw must be ordinary straws. If they are mixed with spiritual power, they cannot be hidden from the perception of the inner scene.
No matter how this person figured out his location and how he approached the jailer, whether it was a coincidence or deliberate, he succeeded.
Zhao Yushu thought of several possibilities, including the people from the academy, Lan Ling and others, and even Prince Fu’s forces in Xijing.
There is not much I can do. Neijing must be keeping an eye on me all the time. If I make any abnormal movements, he will definitely notice it.
It must be normal, but also provide enough information, at least to find out the identity of the person outside first.
What would four straws mean if I put them there myself? The number might make sense, but it doesn't now, because a few of them might fall off when I walk or sleep, so what about the straws?
Zhao Yushu returned to the cell, lay on the straw, put his hands behind his head, and touched the soft straw. You're in prison.
Now there are two questions that need to be confirmed. First, who are you? Second, how can I let you know when to cooperate with me in gambling?
Yes, take a gamble. All the information Zhao Yushu has now comes from speculation. Although he has a high probability, he still has to take a gamble.
For example, is it true that only one interior scene can appear here?
Second, is it true that the door is the passage at both ends of the bridge?
No one can tell me whether this information is true or false, so I can only rely on gambling.
An Assassin appeared in Zhao Yushu's sleeves. When he went to the previous level to beat someone up, he used the Assassin to create a darkness. But later, that inner scene did not try to take it away from him. This meant that he either didn't care, or his energy was not entirely focused on him and he didn't know it at all.
Not every interior scene has the strength of the old eunuch.
But no matter what, people are insiders and will not give themselves a second chance.
The possibility that the jailer is one of their own is very low, so the information needs to be passed without the jailer's knowledge. After all, the jailer will not tell his words to the people outside who want to save him.
Lan Ling came to the Heavenly Prison, ostensibly to see if this black kid knew he was wrong.
Black Deer was taken to a special interrogation room and was watched over by a jailer. That was the rule.
"Do you know you're wrong?" Lan Ling sat on the chair with a cold tone.
"Deliver the food." Hei Lu lowered his head and said two words.
Lan Ling was furious: "Eat, eat, eat! All you know is eating!"
The jailer chuckled. Lan Ling glared at him fiercely. The jailer quickly found an excuse to slip away. Anyway, it would be fine as long as the prisoner didn't escape. Besides, if he wanted to take his slave away, he could take him away. Why should he stay by his side and get in the way?
As for the rules and such, they are for the ignorant and untouchable people to see.
"He, deliver the food, I, mark it, tell him!" As soon as the jailer left, Hei Lu hurriedly tried to express his actions. If it were someone else, they would definitely not understand a word, but Lan Ling had known him for a long time and had a good brain, so she quickly understood what he meant.
"You didn't see him?"
Black Deer shook his head: "Here, no, someone is here, bring food."
Zhao Yushu was not in the Sky Prison, but someone brought him food. Lan Ling quickly realized that either there was a more secret room in the Sky Prison, or it was true as she thought, someone with great supernatural powers connected the Sky Prison to a place with ice and snow.
"If he finds your mark, he will definitely try to contact you. Go to the person who delivers the food tonight to see if there is anything special on him. Just check the place where you made the mark. Do you understand?"
Black Deer digested Lan Ling's words and nodded vigorously.
"Then I'll come back to see you tomorrow and tell you what to do next."
Hei Lu nodded again. Lan Ling took a deep breath and raised her voice suddenly: "You never change! You should reflect on yourself again!" After that, she turned away.
Zhao Yushu came to the first floor.
This was where the three unlucky guys from Chang'an Academy stayed before. The first, the most inexperienced and arrogant scholar, used to paint here. Zhao Yushu looked around and saw several rolls of blank drawing paper and pens and ink.
When he was bored, Zhao Yushu started practicing writing big characters on paper.
The handwriting was ugly. Zhao Yushu wrote one, but was not satisfied. He tore it into pieces and threw them on the ground, then put a new piece of paper on it and continued.
Half an hour later, an extremely helpless and somewhat impatient voice came from the void: "You are a student of the academy, why is your handwriting so ugly?"
Zhao Yushu raised his head angrily: "Did I force you to watch it?"
The voice snorted and disappeared. Zhao Yushu also snorted coldly, and returned to the lower level with the remaining papers and continued writing and tearing them.
Lunch was delivered. The jailer put the food away, took away the morning's tableware and prepared to leave. After being scared once in the morning, he no longer came to collect the tableware.
"Wait!" Zhao Yushu grabbed him and said, "Tell your boss later to send me some calligraphy in the evening."
The jailer trembled and dared not respond. Zhao Yushu did not make things difficult for him. He withdrew his hand and continued writing.
The jailer ran to the door and suddenly felt that he could not move. Then his arm, which was pulled by Zhao Yushu, was lifted up uncontrollably. After a long while, his body felt lighter. The jailer hurriedly opened the door and ran out, leaving water stains all over the floor.
Zhao Yushu listened attentively as the jailer's footsteps paused for as long as half an incense stick. He could not help but sneer. "I'm a professional at playing psychological warfare."
At dinner time, the jailer came over with a few scrolls of calligraphy as expected. He put down his things and left without saying a word. Zhao Yushu patted him on the shoulder, said something like "Be sensible", and ignored him.
The jailer walked out quickly. Zhao Yushu squinted his eyes and listened to the door opening and closing. He let out a long breath and subconsciously clenched his fists. A few spots of ink on his fingers seemed to have been rubbed off by something.