Prison No. 30, Heavy Penalty Zone.

There was a short hunched old man inside, curled up in the corner of the wall and twitching constantly, obviously he had a severe cold.

After Tang Zhan left, his superiors equipped the prison with another doctor, but he was a vacant person and never came to the prison to pay his respects.

The jailers do not understand medical skills, and when they encounter serious prisoners, most of them... let them die of illness.

Treating patients is a troublesome thing, and no one wants to take on this job.

There is no Western medicine these days, just take two pills.

You have to take the patient's pulse first, prescribe the prescription, and then go to the city to get the medicine. When you catch it, you have to guard the stove to decoct the patient. Once you decoct it, you will take ten days and half a month.

I put in this effort, which is similar to serving my own mother, but I don’t have a penny... Only those who are ill in their brains are willing to do it.

"Dangdangdang--"

Zhang Wu knocked on the iron railing, and the old man immediately trembled all over and turned over and begged:

"Sir, save me."

The yin energy in the prison is very strong, and if you have a severe cold, you will definitely die if you don’t give medicine.

Zhang Wu uncovered the food box, took out a bowl of white rice and two dishes, put it in prison and said:

"You can have enough food first."

Without saying a word, the old man picked up the bowl and grabbed the rice with his hands, swallowing it voraciously. He was so hungry that he could not care whether it was poisonous?

Prisoners who stay in prison all year round will recognize a reality.

Here, the jailer is the king, which is more effective than the emperor's words.

If someone really wants to kill you, do you have any choice?

If you don’t eat, you don’t have to die?

It’s better to have enough food than to die.

After a while, the old man burped and finally became energetic. He leaned on his limbs and kowtowed with gratitude:

"Thank you for your feast."

“No need to be polite.”

Giving you soy sauce every day is equivalent to abuse you. If you suddenly treat you, people will forget the previous abuse and cry out from the bottom of their hearts. This is probably human nature.

Zhang Wu sighed and said:

"Get up, you are also a decent person in the outside world and the inheritor of famous sects. You still have to give some respect."

The old man got up as he said, and he was indeed very proud in his bones.

I was really scared of being cleaned up, so I had to whisper.

"I wonder if you are looking for me, sir?"

The old man asked carefully, and suddenly he gave you a good meal, either to send you on the way or to ask for something.

Zhang Wuzhi said:

"Of course I'm greedy for your inheritance."

"..." The old man looked bitter.

Do you dare to be more tactful and don't be so direct?

Zhang Wu continued:

"You Xingyimen is very famous in the world. Every generation of inheritors is known as a man or a woman, free from height and size, fat and thin, and never guessed by your identity when you walk in the world. I'm curious about how you are.

Will you be caught in prison?”

"this……"

The old man's eyes darkened and his face looked painful:

"Since ancient times, love is the most sad. When I meet a bitch, I have to look at my true appearance. In order to smile at the beauty, I simply meet with each other honestly... I woke up the next day and was surrounded by officers and soldiers."

"...Don't you all sleep? Why did she betray you?"

"The genius slept with him!"

The old man suddenly furiously said:

"He is a member of the Qianhuan Demon Sect, and he is a feud with me. I was just careless and obeyed his way."

"Have you been caught?"

Zhang Wu's face was strange.

This word can be used in the world, which means that you are accidentally plotting by others.

It can also be used between... men.

Zhang Wu couldn't help but show a look of pity.

Senior, you are not safe in your later years!

The old man was furious for a while, and looked at Zhang Wu, who was tall and handsome, and suddenly said:

"I heard that you are a disciple of the king of protectors and possess the Vajra Indestructible Divine Art?"

"good."

Zhang Wu nodded.

The old man said with a look on his face:

"I can pass on all my inheritance to you."

"Then what?"

"And what?"

The old man was stunned.

Zhang Wu was also stunned.

So refreshing?

No conditions?

Most prisoners in prison cannot recognize the status quo and feel that the prison guards have something to ask for, so they will take the opportunity to make conditions. In fact, there is no room for negotiation?

"You can tell clearly."

After Zhang Wu finished praising the food box, he opened the bottom layer, exposed the roast chicken inside and covered the lid.

The old man trembled all over and was sweating profusely.

I just felt like I had left the gates of hell.

Although he knew that after the autumn queen, he would still not be able to survive.

But if he dies in vain and eats good wine and meat, and lives for a few months and dies, he can still tell the difference between good and bad.

The explanation is now:

"The inheritance of Ixingyimen focuses on camouflage and bone shrinking skills."

"…The most important thing in camouflage is to change faces. You need to use a secret recipe to make a human skin mask, which is as thin as the skin. If you wear it on your face, it will be difficult for ghosts and gods to distinguish."

"If you want to practice clavicle skills, you must understand the bone structure of the whole body, and then use the hand to divide the bones into the bones of your body to experience the existence of each bone in detail."

Under the guidance of the old man, Zhang Wu never forgets it and quickly remembers the location of the bones in his body.

Then, he found two prisoners, first removed the other party's bones and confirmed that they could be taken back without any danger. Then, as the old man said, he endured the severe pain, removed his bones one by one, and then took them back.

However, practicing this bone shrinking skill is also about talent.

People with naturally soft bodies can achieve twice the result with half the effort when practicing this exercise.

But Zhang Wu practiced the Vajra Indestructible Magical Art, his bones are as hard as iron, and his strong tendons are as tough as those of tigers, dragons and elephants.

I want to twist his bones off, and not only do I have a lot of effort, the pain is a hundred times that of ordinary people!

After only twisting off a few bones, Zhang Wu was sweating profusely and his prison uniform was soaked.

The old man shook his head and spoke:

"You are indeed not suitable for practicing this skill. Remember the method and help me find another successor in the future."

"Your successor is me!"

Zhang Wu said gritting his teeth and removing his arm joints hard. He groaned in pain, sweating like rain, and his whole body trembled.

Life always has to be a little challenging to be interesting.

If you are like the Vajra Indestructible Magical Art, you can practice boxing every day and as long as you persist, you will be able to achieve success without any difficulty. Then what is the fun of practicing?

It is important to have strong power, but only by experiencing the process of practice and breaking through difficulties and obstacles to achieve success can you feel satisfied.

In this way, Zhang Wu took off the bones one by one, and his strong tolerance and resilience gradually changed the old man's face.
To be continued...