I run a prison in Marvel

Xia Yan turned around and saw two people with whips.

The one with a slightly mature face was comforting the younger one, and the young man named "Shi Yu" said, "Senior Brother Tong, I was sweating yesterday, and I'm much better today."

"Who asked you to speak, you bald donkeys!" A Qing soldier scolded the two from a distance.

The two looked at each other, stopped talking, and silently followed the large group. However, from Xia Yan's perspective, he could see the anger in their eyes.

Compared with the numbness of the people around them, these two people obviously still have the idea of ​​​​resistance, and they can have more contact in the future.After writing down the appearance of the two people, Xia Yan turned around and looked around, hoping to find traces of Xiao Gu and Captain Ling, although there was a high probability that these two people were also possessed by others and changed their appearance.

When Xia Yan realized that the team was no longer moving, they had already arrived at an underground factory, a large cave that was more than ten meters high and more than 50 meters in diameter.

There are several blast furnaces in the center of the cave, and the heat wave hits his face, driving away the coldness of Xia Yan's body all night long.

There are some iron ingots and hammers piled on the ground, and there are some iron spear heads and iron knives on the surrounding walls. It seems that this cave is still a weapons factory.

At this time, all the prisoners numbly found their positions. Some picked up iron materials and put them into the stove, while others picked up hammers and waited aside to beat them.

Xia Yan didn't know what to do for a moment. He didn't inherit the memory of his body.

At this time, a middle-aged man with a short hair passed by and whispered: "Let's go". Xia Yan had no choice but to follow him, not knowing whether this middle-aged man was in his group.

Fortunately, when he arrived at an anvil, the middle-aged man picked up the hammer and looked at Xia Yan. As expected, they were in a group.

So Xia Yan picked up the iron tongs, picked up a red-hot iron bar from the stove, and secretly learned the movements of the people next to him.

Dang!

Before Xia Yan had time to adjust the angle, the hammer suddenly hit the gun blade, and the newly formed gun head broke into a "boomerang".

Xia Yan thought to himself that it was not good and raised his head to look at his partner. The other party just stopped and looked at the anvil blankly.

Xia Yan hurriedly threw the scrap gun head into the stove and took out a new iron bar.As soon as the iron bar was placed on the anvil, his partner's hammer fell on it. He just swung the hammer mechanically.

After smashing three iron bars, Xia Yan finally made a simple iron spearhead. Although it was still inferior, it was still the kind that could kill people.

Xia Yan secretly glanced at the Qing soldiers around him and found that no one was paying attention to him. He turned his wrist and was about to hide the gun tip in his cotton coat, but his wrist was suddenly clamped tightly by a hand.

Xia Yan was startled, and when he raised his head, he found that the owner of the hand was his partner. His eyes were still empty, and the only extra movement was a slight shaking of his head.

Xia Yan tried to break free, but found that the opponent's strength was surprisingly strong, much larger than his current body. After struggling for two or three times, he still could not get rid of the opponent.

Xia Yan didn't know what the middle-aged man's purpose was, but he had no choice but to throw the iron spearhead on the ground. When the spearhead fell to the ground, the middle-aged man's hand left Xia Yan's wrist.

Xia Yan used pliers to pick up another piece of red iron bar and put it on the anvil. The middle-aged man's hammer immediately dropped.

Because it was a cave, Xia Yan didn't know how long it had been. He just mechanically repeated the jokes about blacksmithing. In the middle of the process, the jailer resisted several baskets of steamed buns and distributed them to the prisoners. When Xia Yan got his hands on them, there were two hard steamed buns that could be used as murder weapons.

In "Chixian Shenzhou", when you are hungry, you will feel weak and have stars in your eyes, which is almost the same as the real world.

There was no other way, Xia Yan could only take cold water and finish the two steamed buns, which finally relieved his hunger.

After the work was over, Xia Yan finally understood why the middle-aged man stopped himself from committing suicide.

The jailer will very carefully count all the iron tools on site, even the scraps in the furnace, and check them carefully. After the leading jailer confirms that the number is correct, he looks around at the prisoners around him and snorts, "You guys are being honest today."

Later, driven by the jailers, all the prisoners were brought back to the cold and low cave, and the iron bars were lowered.

On this day, Xia Yan never gave up looking for Captain Ling and Xiao Gu, but he had no clue.Suddenly, Xia Yan remembered an Internet joke for some reason.

So he approached his partner, the middle-aged man, and whispered: "The odd and even times remain the same." The middle-aged man glanced at him and looked away.

It seemed that this person was not the one, so Xia Yan went to ask the next person: "Odd changes to even, the same", but there was no response.

Xia Yan was not discouraged. He walked back and forth among the prisoners and said only, "Odd and even remain the same." After asking seven or eight prisoners, the young man named Shiyu grabbed Xia Yan and said, "I know." , why are you crazy?"

"Odds and evens remain the same," Xia Yan asked tentatively as he looked at Shiyu, whose painting style was different from everyone else's.

"Oh, it seems that he is really crazy." Senior Brother Tong also walked over, looked at Xia Yan, and pulled Shiyu away who was sighing.

Faced with Xia Yan's "convulsions", most of the prisoners were just numb and ignored him, some would push him away roughly, and some would try to comfort him.

After going around, no prisoner could match Xia Yan's secret code, which made Xia Yan quite disappointed, but it was not all without gain. He guessed these from the few words exchanged between the prisoners and the scars on some people's scalps. The prisoners are all monks in a certain temple, and their nicknames are "Zi Le". Senior brothers Shiyu and Tong, who have braids on their heads, are lay disciples of the temple.

Qing soldiers, temples, lay disciples, Shiyu, these elements made Xia Yan vaguely think of something familiar, but he couldn't think clearly at the moment.

The jailer outside the cell also noticed Xia Yan's unusual behavior. He slapped the railing with his sword and shouted, "What are you doing, you bald ass? Why don't you go to bed? Do you want to die?"

Xia Yan could only lie down on the ground obediently, close his eyes and pretend to sleep, but he kept thinking in his heart, "Did Captain Ling and the others not become prisoners, or are there other prisoners here."

……

In this way, Xia Yan went through three days over and over again. During these three days, he finally confirmed that all the living prisoners were already here, which meant that Captain Ling and the others were really not prisoners here.

And he also discovered that in addition to the guards in military uniforms, there are three other types of managers here, one is the samurai wearing this armor, the other is the samurai who wears a black robe and a black hood, and there are some who occasionally What appeared were some women wearing white clothes.

Xia Yan guessed that Captain Ling and the others were probably possessed by these managers, but how could he communicate with them now? This was very difficult for Xia Yan.

Do you want to shout "Odd changes to even"?

But the guards here are absolutely cruel to prisoners, and they don't even care whether they live or die.Xia Yan heard that as long as he dared to cause trouble or was too sick, the jailer would throw the prisoner into some corpse well. Judging from the name, it was not a place where living people should stay.