Song Jianqiu personally picked up the prisoners, but instead of taking Lu Fan outside the Blackwater Dungeon, he took him to another prison.
The light in the cage was dim and it was difficult to see clearly what was going on inside.
But Lu Fan could still feel that there was a person standing behind the iron gate.
"You really know how to make fun of me."
"Find someone who is on death row and say he can save me."
"Don't you think the joke you are making now is not funny at all?"
Lu Fan knew that he would be in danger tomorrow, and he might even die in this dark prison tonight, so he spoke without any hesitation:
"I want CNM."
"hehe."
A rare smile appeared on Song Jianqiu's face: "I brought him here, you can talk about whatever you want, but if you don't want him to die too tragically, you'd better shorten the time so that he can have enough time to repair his injuries."
He seemed to be talking to the person inside the iron gate: "I'll come over to see you in half an hour."
Song Jianqiu opened the door of the iron prison, signaled Lu Fan to enter, then turned and left.
The light dimmed instantly after entering the door.
A figure also appeared in his sight, gradually emerging.
That's a back view.
Wearing a uniform similar to a Chinese tunic suit, he has a tall and imposing figure and a meticulous bun. Looking at him vaguely, he gives people the feeling of being overwhelmed by Mount Tai.
However, what caught Lu Fan's attention even more was the two simple gold stars on the solemn title belt he carried on his shoulders.
"Northern Xinjiang military rank?"
Lu Fan sucked in a breath of cold air, but he couldn't help but grinned as the injuries inside his body took hold.
"You came."
The voice speaking from behind was low and solemn.
With endless majesty and solemnity.
Hearing this sound, Lu Fan was slightly startled.
Immediately, he saw the figure in front of him slowly turning around. It was a resolute, ancient and simple face.
"Lu, Jianping?"
Seeing this face, Lu Fan was shocked and stood there blankly.
He never dreamed that on the night before his death, in this dark black water dungeon where even the top ten ancient martial arts families could not set foot, the first person he saw would be him!
"Suffering."
Lu Jianping's majestic face showed a loving smile: "I heard that in a few days, you fought more than fifty games in a row, half winning and half losing."
"This achievement, at your age, is enough to disdain the ancient martial arts world of China."
"But even so, I also know that if you weren't deliberately threatened by those cell leaders, your glorious record would be far more than this."
"So, I have killed all the guards and cell leaders who have bullied you and assassinated you to vent my anger on you."
"Would it feel better if I felt this way?"
Lu Fan did not speak. He looked at the middle-aged man in military uniform in front of him with dull eyes. He was not surprised that Lu Jianping would kill those who had done their best to humiliate him in these seven days and crippled most of himself for his own sake.
A lifeless dungeon warden.
He was shocked, why was this military uniform worn on Lu Jianping!
Moreover, not only did he put on this military uniform, but more importantly, no one knew better than Lu Fan what the two simple gold stars on his shoulders meant.
Northern Xinjiang Army, Supreme Commander!
Lu Fan looked at Lu Jianping in disbelief. His whole body was shaking violently, and traces of blood flowed out from the wounds all over his body, soaking into his clothes and turning into dirty blood.
