A huge, monstrous figure that looked like a man, not a man, not a beast, was standing there.
His four limbs, each wrapped in chains as thick as an arm, were pulled into a huge figure, and even just looking at the figure made people's hearts feel extremely hairy.
A few of the male guards locked the cell door and looked at each other, intentionally or unintentionally, towards the end of the room, then you pushed me and I pushed you, looking like they were in a hurry to retreat.
Looking at these male guards who had fled in panic, Han Qianqian let out a bitter smile and sat down.
As soon as he sat down, a cold laugh came from the end of the cell, not too loud but full of mockery.
"Another rat."
At the end of the inner cell, the voice suddenly snorted coldly in an incomparable manner.
The voice was hoarse, but the hoarseness was tinged with a strong evil aura, as if it was like a devil, squeezing his throat, obviously very close, but very far away.
Hearing this, Han Qianqian gently laughed, lying on his butt on the weed-strewn ground, crossing his legs, no pit sound.
"Die farther away, don't trash my reputation in this place, you don't deserve it." Seeing that Han Qianqian did not answer, the voice bellowed angrily.
"I didn't catch myself, you don't want to stay in a place with me, you can tell them, what are you yelling at me for here?" Han Qianqian laughed softly.
"You rat bastard, how dare you talk to me like that? Do you know, who I am?" He roared in anger.
"What? Do you have to worship a mountain to sit in jail? I am not interested in who you are, but to me anyway, we are both toads in the same well." Han Qianqian laughed softly.
Then he closed his eyes slightly, anyway, for Han Qianqian, he really did not have any interest in how this place was, not to mention that it was a heavenly prison, even if it was hell, so what?
It was all just a place to stay for a while.
"Who the hell is a toad in a well with you? Are you also worthy of being compared to Laozi?" The voice cursed in a cold voice.
Han Qianqian ignored him and nurtured his mind.
"Fuck, brat, why aren't you talking?"
"Are you dead?"
It was quiet, still unbearably quiet.
The next second, the chains rattled madly, looking extremely hideous in this deep, dark heavenly prison.
Clearly, that fellow was enraged.
"Rat-boy, you really are a rat-boy, you dare not continue talking after contradicting me?"
"I'm warning you, brat, don't get into my hands, or else I'll break your dog's neck."
Han Qianqian did not respond, and it seemed that the guy could only sulk in the air, and after a roar of anger, gradually, with a few sounds of chains falling to the ground, the guy could only stay alone in his place, not knowing what to do.
After an unknown period of time, when Han Qianqian had almost completely fallen asleep, suddenly, with a muffled sound, a breath of fresh air slowly drifted in from outside, even driving the candle flame inside the dungeon to faintly move.
In the darkness, Han Qianqian opened his eyes slightly, only to see a dozen figures slowly walking towards the entrance of the dungeon.
Although Han Qianqian could not see their faces clearly because of the light, Han Qianqian knew who the people coming were.
As the man stopped, several people behind him lit more lamps, and the light in the entire underground dungeon became clearer, although it was still somewhat dim.
The man at the head of the group, apart from Fang Kun, who else could it be?
At this moment, looking at Han Qianqian who was sleeping with his eyes closed in the cell, he could not help but squeeze out a cold smile from between his teeth: "The fire is burning to your eyebrows, but it seems that you are still not in the least bit anxious."
Han Qianqian, who was sleeping lightly, only gave a soft smile and did not reply.
"You have guts!" Fang Kun laughed coldly, "However, I do hope that you will still be so calm later."
"Someone."
"Present!"
"Are the doors to the Heavenly Prison all locked?" Fang Kun asked in a soft voice.
"It's locked."
Fang Kun nodded in satisfaction, then, taking out a few white pills in his hand, he took one for himself before distributing it to a few others.
While chewing, Fang Kun couldn't help but look at Han Qianqian with a grim look in his eyes as he smiled gently and coldly, "Now, have a good time with you."
Han Qianqian yawned, stretched and slowly sat up, "Fine, but I'm afraid you can't afford to play if you're too big to play."