This was the first time Xia Sheng entered the Judgment Office, because five hundred years ago, Jinguo did not have such an institution, but he could still clearly feel that the minor official was taking him around in circles.●⌒

It has been almost half an hour since I entered the gate of the Judgment Office, and Xia Sheng has not yet reached the black prison.

It has to be said that the architectural structure of the Judgment Department itself is like a giant maze, surrounded by bushes of 100 feet high, completely blocking the view, making people in it, and almost unable to see the roads on both sides, and only seeing the winding paths ahead.

In addition, the corridors and water pavilions that appear at any distance are also very confusing. At least from the appearance, each corridor is exactly the same, and each water pavilion is similar.

Whether it is material, length, width, style, or even a subtle pattern, a raised stone, half an inch or about a grass, it is hard to tell.

Not to mention the ubiquitous mist that permeates the entire Judgment Office mansion, even in broad daylight, people can't see the scorching sun above their heads, and they can only vaguely see a glaring halo.

And even in this case, Xia Sheng still took the shortest time to record the correct paths and secretly drew a floor plan of most of the Judgment Department in his mind.

That's why he knew that the little official in front was always taking him around.

"Maybe it is to cover up the real location of the Black Prison."

Xia Sheng was so calm that he didn't say a word along the way, let alone complaining about how far the black prison was, because he knew that no matter how big the other party detoured, no matter how huge the maze was, it would eventually reach the end.

As expected, a quarter of an hour later, the judging officer, who had been walking in front of Xia Sheng, suddenly stopped, turned around mechanically, and spoke to Xia Sheng two words.

"arrive."

Looking up, I saw a dead end in front of me, with a huge rock blocking the middle of the road. All the spaces to move forward were sealed, with mottled vines hanging on them and a large area of ​​bright red flowers, which had a terrifying beauty.

The stems of the flower are about ten inches long, and five are in a group, arranged in an umbrella shape, growing on the top of the stem, the petals are lanceolate, unfolding backwards, and curling. The edges are wrinkled and wavy, and the flower cushion is extremely short, which looks particularly enchanting.

This is Manjussahua.

Also known as the other side of the shore.

According to ancient scriptures, the flowers on the other side have bloomed for a thousand years and fell for a thousand years, and the flowers and leaves will never meet each other. Love is not caused by cause and effect, and fate is destined to life and death.

Xia Sheng didn't expect that he could actually see such a flower in the Judgment Office.

What made him even more strange was that the little official who led the way told him that the black prison had arrived. But where was it?

The next moment, Xia Sheng looked down at the gaze of the little official and found that there was a dark and deep gap on the ground not far ahead.

It turns out that the black prison of the Judgment Department is a dungeon.

The little official stood there like this, holding the dimly yellow oil lamp in his hand, as if he was asking Xia Sheng to invite him first.

Seeing this, Xia Sheng simply came straight to the Xiaoguan, without hesitation at all. He climbed down the cork ladder extending out of the gap.

As soon as I entered the black prison, a damp and moldy smell could not wait to penetrate Xia Sheng's nose, but surprisingly, there was not too much bloody smell here.

From the entrance of the cave to the ground, it is about three feet high, and it is pitch black all around. There seems to be a trace of fluorescence in the distance, which is poured on the stone wall, making people feel a chilling coldness.

Xia Sheng did not act rashly, but waited quietly in place with his eyes. Soon, the dim oil lamp appeared behind him and illuminated the road ahead.

Then, without knowing what the jury clerk did behind Xia Sheng, he heard a dense sound of mechanical sounds coming, echoing in the narrow corridor.

After the death-like silence was restored, the little official walked to Xia Sheng again and said coldly: "Let's go."

Xia Sheng nodded slightly, continued to follow the other party, and headed towards the unfathomable underworld.

After a while, when he arrived at the place where he saw the light before, Xia Sheng realized that it was not an oil lamp, but a rare jade with a rippling cold light on it, which was breathtaking.

After walking for about a quarter of an hour, the two of them arrived at a thick gate one after another. The little official took out the key from his arms, inserted it into the keyhole, and twisted it gently. The next moment, the large iron door made of fine iron slowly opened, revealing the true appearance inside.

Unlike the stormy scene that Xia Sheng imagined, there is a very clean room inside the gate, spotless. Although the light is a little dim, it still makes people see that the people living here have a unique taste.

There was even a pot of green ivy next to it, a few bluefish were raised in the water tank, and the bookshelf on the left were filled with ancient books, arranged neatly without any mess.

A middle-aged man sat in the room. He was slightly fat, but not sloppy. His long hair was tied up in the back of his head, and he tied a bun with a simple wooden hairpin on it. At this time, he was sitting at the table reading. Judging from the cover, it should be the "Miscellaneous Treatise on Spiritual Artifacts" written by Mr. Tao Zhiqian.

The little official walked to the middle-aged man, bent down respectfully, and said, "Sir, I have brought him a man."

The middle-aged man nodded, and seemed to put down the book in his hand reluctantly, then raised his head and looked at Xia Sheng.

At the same time, Xia Sheng was also carefully looking at the owner of the black prison.

Ding Zhong, if I remember correctly, it should be this name. Although it is a bit ordinary, I have to say that during this first meeting, the other party did surprise Xia Sheng.

Because he did not expect that the most cruel evil official in the rumoral department would look like this.

It is not hideous at all, nor is it scary at all, but it is more like an uncle next door.

Although the broad forehead and high cheekbones are hard to see the sunshine all year round, their skin looks whiter than ordinary people, other than that, it does not make people feel that this person has any special features.

But what made Xia Sheng extremely alert was the other party's eyes.

It is clear and thorough, as if it is shining in the dim light, and it also seems that it can see through the darkest secret deep in everyone's heart at a glance, with a strong sharp edge.

The next moment, Ding Zhong stood up from the table and smiled gently at Xia Sheng: "This is Mr. Xia, lucky to know."

Xia Sheng nodded slightly and said calmly: "I have met Lord Ding."

"Ha..." Ding Zhong came to Xia Sheng and said to himself: "What kind of adults are you not? You just have to make a living. Mr. Xia please come with me."

As he said that, Ding Zhong took the oil lamp from his subordinates and led Xia Sheng to the secret door on the other side. It seemed that he was going to take Xia Sheng to meet the three demon spies in person.

Xia Sheng didn't know whether he should feel honored, until he accidentally discovered the kitchen knife that was shining with cold light on Ding Zhong's waist.

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