Kunlun Nu's firm finger made Thirteen twist his neck and turn in the direction of his finger.

Just as he turned to the angle, Thirteen's heart was thrilled in an instant, and he immediately turned his head and glared at Kunlun slave angrily, and then took a defensive posture: "Good guy, there are so many routines, I almost got fooled by you again. The Ling family has many training methods!"

Thirst brings sweet rain, hunger brings baked cakes, and people send maps to the road. Where are so many good things in the world?

The dark-skinned Kunlun slave in front of him seemed to not understand the words of Zhongyuan, but when Thirteen asked who the map was, he immediately pointed at the sky. This was not the most common sneak attack routine!

Most Kunlun slaves can only be servants for life, but there are exceptions. Thirteen has seen several Kunlun slaves with great strength, all of whom are cruel and ruthless, so their impression of them is not very good.

The Ling family also released Kunlun slaves in prison. If they were caught and tortured, they would inevitably reveal some internal secrets, so they trained them to such many tricks, right?

Thirteen was glad that his reaction was pretty good, and he turned back in time. The Kunlun slave still maintained a one-handed pointing position and had no time to make a sneak attack.

"No matter whether you are true or not, kill you first, grab the map and study it slowly."

"How many people are invested! How many people are invested!"

Seeing that Thirteen's motives were impure, Kunlun slave began to wave his hands again, but he still only said this.

"Who the fuck is your own person?" Shisan jumped up and raised his palm, ready to look at Kunlun Nu's head.

At this moment, Kunlun Nu suddenly knelt down and shouted: "You are Zhang Shuai's friend!"

Kunlun slave said quickly and urgently. Thirteen didn't hear the complete words clearly. He just listened to the word "Zhang Shuai" as if it was a personal name, but he didn't know someone named Zhang Shuai, but his surname was Zhang...

The thick iron gate was slapped with a palm print, and Thirteen trembling hands were behind their backs, with a gloomy face: "Gan Linliang, you'd better give me a satisfactory explanation, otherwise Lin will be thrown into the pit below to feed the insects."

Kunlun slave knelt down and then stood up and said, "I am a member of the bad guy's secret army, codenamed 78495, and was ordered to lurk in the Ling family prison."

"Ha!?" Shisan was a little stunned. The Kunlun slave who had just said three words suddenly burst out with a fluent Central Plains painting, a standard Chang'an accent, even more standard than himself.

However, this kind of sound that is popular in the officialdom appears from a dark-skinned and curly black mouth, and there are countless senses of incongruity.

Thirteen put away his chin: "Damn, how do you prove it?"

Kunlun slave, codenamed Seven Eight Four Nine Five, shook his head and said, "There is no way to prove that once the detailed work starts the lurking mission, the previous identity information will be destroyed. My current identity is just a Kunlun slave tied to the Central Plains for sale."

"What was your previous identity?"

"Kunlun slave."

"Drilling Lei." Thirteen grabbed Kunlun slave's collar one after another, "The key point is that Lin Que is in a hurry now."

Kunlun Nu nodded and said, "Sir, please rest assured. The girl I caught just now was sent to the lady's residence. However, I heard that the lady has not woken up yet, but it seems that she is about to wake up again. But if the lady wakes up, the girl's life may still be there, but that will be even more troublesome."

"Besides the danger of life? What else is more troublesome than losing your life?" Thirteen felt a little headache. Kunlun Nu's voice was very standard, but it was a bit average with language organization ability.

"Yao Sao, does that Miss Ling like to play with corpses..."

Huang Guiyun did not follow up, and it was unlikely that he would kill the descendants of Chixue Forest, so he is now preparing to change courses to save people first. He originally thought that Chen Tingting would be fine without his life, but when he thought about whether he was playing with living zombies or playing with insects, it would be fine if he saved a corpse. It would be a big problem to save the half-dead corpse, whether to send it back.

Kunlun slave answers questions and answers: "The young lady usually likes to do some small experiments with prisoners, but people who have been used as test subjects would basically die than to do it again, because the young lady would eat them bugs and other things, those bugs would eat them.

After that, it will…”

Seeing Kunlun Nu saying so seriously, Thirteen gave up the urge to step on his face: "Stop, talk about important things first. Where is this boy Zhang Yanming? Why did he know I would come in and what to do with me?"

"Zhang Shuai is commanding the overall situation there." Kunlun slave pointed to the mountain in the distance, "The villain just got the news. Zhang Shuai will assign a master to come in. Whoever encounters him will hand over the map to that master."

Thirteen asked, "What?"

"there is none left."

Thirteen asked again: "Didn't you say give me the map and ask me to do something?"

Kunlun slave stood up and handed the map: "No. But Zhang Shuai also instructed that if the hero needs help, he can temporarily put down the tasks in his hands and aim at the hero's needs."

If someone else's information is conveyed, Kunlun Slave can speak in an orderly manner, but the information inside surprised Thirteen.

You can't get up early without profit. No matter who you are, you want to get rewards for your efforts.

However, Thirteen had a close relationship with Zhang Yanming. He believed that this friend was willing to help him without asking for anything in return, and that Zhang Yanming would ask for some reward when he helped him.

But this is a gift for martial arts, a map, and a gift for it. As a result, he didn't have to help with anything, which made Shisan suddenly feel embarrassed.

But since it is delivered to the door, wouldn’t it be a waste if you don’t need it?

Thirteen nodded and took the map, and said to himself: "Xiao Ming has been in the officialdom for so many years, and he still understands the worldly styles. He gives gifts first during the holidays, and then comes to him when he has a need. Oh... Everyone has been friends for so many years, just go back and get a small official with a lower salary."

After spreading the map, Thirteen began to study the structure of Lingjia Prison, but...

"What's the matter with that? Are you sure this map is for people to see?" Thirteen pointed to the words smaller than flies on the map.

I don’t know what the mentality of the person who made this map is. The structure distribution routes on the map are still very clear, but the map is densely filled with small words. Even though this map is indeed big, I still can’t withstand the obsessive-compulsive disorder spirit. It seems that I plan to explain the role of each place in detail.

There are only Prison No. 1, Prison No. 2, Canteen, Building No. 1, Building No. 2, and these regional names will be written larger. For the remaining characters, Thirteen almost has to stick their faces onto the map. However, if you do this, the small characters will become more blurred.

"Ah, I almost forgot." Kunlun Nu slapped his head and took out a single-handled round mirror from his arms. The shape was like a bronze mirror used by a girl to dress. It was the mirror transparent, with a thicker middle and slightly thinner on both sides.

"The hero will see it more clearly with this."

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!