Xia Changyuan put his hand into his clothes, touched for a long time, and took out a letter.
He took out another money bag and said to Xia Po.
"Give this letter to my eldest son Xia Xiangwen, who serves as the jailer in the sky prison.
That place is not accessible to outsiders, so if you use the money to reward the jailer and tell me my name, they will not be able to embarrass you."
As soon as he took the letter in his hand, Xia Changyuan's eyes became solemn.
"Remember, this letter must be given to Xia Xiangwen in person, and it cannot be opened, let alone handed over to any other hand!"
"Well, I know the master, so don't worry!"
Xia Po's eyes became very firm and he nodded.
Just like that, Xia Po walked out of the small room.
Looking at Xia Po's leaving figure, Xia Changyuan sighed.
"The world is not peaceful!"
As soon as he went out, Xia Sichou opened his big eyes.
"What's that in your hand?"
"It's the letter your grandfather asked me to give to your father."
Xia Xiangwen is the son of Xia Changyuan and the father of Xia Sichou.
Upon hearing Xia Po's words, Xia Sichou stood there blankly, his expression stiff.
"My father? Is my father coming back?"
As he spoke, he looked around with fear on his face.
Xia Po smiled and said nothing about this.
This kid is not afraid of heaven or earth, but he is afraid of me.
He shook his head and touched his head.
"I'm going to do some errands first. If you want to hear a story, come see me tonight."
Tianlao is a large prison.
The prisoners in this prison are all guilty of heinous crimes.
It is definitely not an easy task to manage such a group of people.
It is conceivable that Xia Changyuan's eldest son, the future heir of the Xia family, is not a simple person.
When he arrived at the door of the prison, Xia Po was stopped by two jailers.
There was no arrogance on the faces of the two jailers. Instead, they looked at Xia Po with fear on their faces, and even took out the knives from their waists.
Before Xia Po could react to what was going on, several more jailers rushed out, equally tense.
"You...what's the matter with you coming here?"
Seeing this, Xia Po hurriedly took out the letter from his arms.
"I am a servant of the Xia family. Our master asked me to deliver a letter to you, Mr. Xia."
Hearing this, these jailers all approached Xia Po.
After staring at him for a long time and confirming that the mark on the envelope was indeed from the Xia family, he relaxed slightly.
"So you are just an ordinary person. Why are you carrying a sword on your back? The capital has been uneasy recently. I thought some warriors were trying to rob the prison."
After the leading jailer finished speaking, he actually put Xia Po in directly.
"At this juncture, it is expected that Mr. Xia will write a letter to Xia Siyu."
Good guy, this even saves some money.
After entering the Tianlao, Xia Po shivered immediately due to the cold atmosphere here.
The sun is still shining brightly outside, but there is indeed no light at all inside.
Several jailors were playing cards with gloomy faces, and from time to time, a few painful wails could be heard coming from the extension.
I took a deep breath and almost stopped suffocating.
Because there is actually a strong smell of sourness and blood in the air here.
"Xia Si Prison is at the very back. I'll take you there."
The jailer saw Xia Po's timidity, so he walked in front and led Xia Po away.
But even like this, Xia Po couldn't bear it.
The further inside you go, the stronger the sour smell and the pungent smell of blood become.
Xia Po was so suspicious of life.
When he walked to the door of a cell named Xuanzihao, a voice came from inside.
"Brother Xia, is this Brother Xia?"
Hearing this, Xia Po suddenly turned around, only to find that it was someone he didn't recognize.
"It's me, Niu Blacksmith, I'm Niu Blacksmith!"
"Ox blacksmith?"
Xia Po was stunned.
Although he hadn't seen Blacksmith Niu for some time, in his impression, Blacksmith Niu was a tall and strong man.
Is this thin man in the cell, with a sallow complexion and even a bit of a sinister look on his face a blacksmith?
I can't find any similarities at all, but the sounds are surprisingly similar.
There are more than ten prisoners in this cell, and their hands and feet are tied with chains.
Compared to other prisoners, Niu Blacksmith, who could still raise his head to talk to Xia Po, was actually the more energetic one.
Just as he was thinking this, Blacksmith Niu's voice came again.
"Is it really Brother Xia? Can you come closer? I want to have a few words with you."
Blacksmith Niu wanted to say something, but was directly interrupted by the jailer.
I saw the jailer pull out the long sword from his waist and knock on the cell door.
"Be quiet! Otherwise I won't even be able to drink water at night!"
The jailer's words seemed to be very effective. Blacksmith Niu was immediately frightened and did not dare to say a word. He just looked at Xia Po with a pleading look.
Xia Po could clearly feel that Niu Blacksmith really seemed to have something important to tell him.
So he hurriedly said to the jailer.
"I have some friendship with this guy. Can you let me have a few words with him?"
"Do you have a relationship with him? I advise you not to say that. Do you know who are in this cell?"
"Who?"
"Hmph, they are all those who are messing around in the world. They probably have more lives on their hands than you can chop wood in the Xia family! Tomorrow at 3:00 noon we will be beheaded collectively!
You said you have a relationship with him? Could it be that you are also a gangster?"
This sentence makes it clear that anyone who messes around in the world will be arrested. Ask Xia Po if he is a person in the world.
Xia Po was not stupid and waved his hand hurriedly.
"No, no."
"If not, then let's get down to business. There's no need to talk nonsense with these people."
Looking at Blacksmith Niu's eyes, Xia Po finally decided to listen to what Blacksmith Niu had to say to him.
He pulled the jailer aside and whispered.
"It seems that he really has something to tell me. Didn't you tell me too? He will be beheaded tomorrow. Maybe it is his last words or something..."
"No! Where do you think my prison is? Do you understand the rules? If I hadn't seen that you were young and ignorant, I would have sent you there directly!"
Of course Xia Po knew that the jailer was scaring him, just to make him give up the idea of talking to Niu Blacksmith.
But the next second, his mouth closed.
"Just for a moment, don't talk for too long."
His tone was gentle, completely different from before.
After saying that, the jailer walked away as if nothing had happened. He put his hand into his clothes and weighed the money bag in his clothes. When he stretched it out again, a key fell out.
This purse is exactly the money that the head of the Xia family asked Xia Po to use as money for the jailer.
Maybe it was because Xia Po had to take care of several jailers, so he was given a lot of money, and he had more than twenty cars.
As a jailer, he could not save so much money even after working for several years without eating or drinking.
After picking up the key and opening the cell door, Xia Po walked up to Blacksmith Niu.
"Master Niu, you..."
Xia Po hesitated to speak, feeling a little frightened in his heart.
It suddenly occurred to me that when I bought wine and meat for Mr. Wei today, I bought some big cakes.
So he simply took out the big cake, tore off a piece and gave it to the blacksmith.
The blacksmith Niu was obviously very hungry. As soon as the piece of cake reached the blacksmith Niu's mouth, it disappeared.
After eating the cake, he seemed to notice the people around him, so he whispered to Xia Po.
"They are all starving too. Let's share the rest with them."
So Xia Po divided the big cake into portions and distributed them to this group of hungry people.
He simply used his mental power to investigate, and found that all of these people were warriors!
"Brother Xia, don't say anything. It's unlucky for me to get to this point. I just want to trouble you."
It seemed that Xia Po's bribery of the jailer was seen by him.
"Hey, why are you talking about this? If you want to talk to me, just say it now while you have time."
"I am a martial artist. I learned some skills from my master in the early years. I originally thought about taking on an apprentice during this time.
If I die like this tomorrow, how can I have the dignity to see my master who is in hell?"