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but……

He still felt a strong incongruity.

This script is not very correct.

"What? I've stepped on the ground dirty. I just dragged the ground. Which one of the gods did? I'm going to soak his head in a vessel as a chamber pot."

At this time.

Another angry voice sounded.

Crunch.

The door to cell No. 3... opened directly.

An old man with fairy spirit walked out, holding a mop in his hand, and his face suddenly turned to the front, ferocious and distorted.

"Although I'm sweeping the floor, it's so dirty and can't be cleaned. My friend, I think you have a way to kill me. Come and ask me to help you clear your mind."

Immediately afterwards.

Another figure came out, a middle-aged man wearing a teacher's clothes, holding a sweeping floor in his hand.

His voice was full of temptation.

It makes people want to get close.

"Fuck, play alone for ten minutes, otherwise I'll call him out."

The big eyes that made a sound at the beginning also ran out.

He was covered in black shadows, with a huge eyeball on his head, and a rag was placed on his eyeballs.

This moment.

Luo Quan was completely confused.

Let’s not talk about the three evil spirits dressed up as a cleaning dress. Why can the prisoners here open the prison door by themselves?

Damn.

No wonder there are no jailers patrolling Class A cells.

This patrol is a big deal.

Prisoners can walk out of the cell privately, and no matter how many prisoners come, they will die.

at this time.

Luo Quan was shocked, angry, and desperate.

Because all the situations here have shown that Yan Luo has long been dead.

Dead on these prisoners who could freely open the door.

And the next one is him.

despair.

Powerless.

Not willing.

Shocked and angry.

All kinds of emotions intertwined and eventually turned into a dead face.

Two abyss level ghost kings and one top ghost king. Not to mention that he is only at level 38, even if he is at level 58 now, he will not be able to escape death.

In this case, even if the strongest among the ghost-controlling men comes, they can only struggle to death.

However.

Next second.

A familiar voice came from cell No. 2 next door.

The voice cursed.

"What are you trying to do? Why don't you drag it clean quickly?"

Luo Quan:?

His eyes widened.

I suspect I'm hallucinating.

Why did he seem to hear the voice of Yan Luo?
Chapter completed!