The Happy Life of the Abandoned Prince

Chapter 192 The Big Maze

St. Van Sole Prison is very weird. No matter how loud Fergu shouted, no one woke up, no rude inmates cursed him with dirty words, and no jailer kicked the door to come in and put his head on him. a stick.Felgu shivered in the room.

It's as if he owes such a stick to his bones.

He looked at A Piao who was flying around the door with a numb expression. There were more and more things with red eyes, as if they wanted to wipe out this sinful prison.

"Sleep, sleep, you'll be fine once you wake up." Connor comforted his roommate gently.

"You mean, fall asleep under their sight?" Fergu pointed to the pairs of red eyes outside the door in disbelief. Their voices became clearer and clearer, and their appearances changed from white to white. into the appearance of a woman.It's just that those blood-red eyes remained the same, and Fergu felt his soul tremble as long as his eyes met.

"They?" Connor's words made Fergu feel strange. He saw our protagonist touched his chin strangely, took out a corn cob pipe, frowned and thought for a while, and finally realized, "I don't understand." I don't want to."

"Do you want to fall asleep? After falling asleep, you will be safe for the night." Connor's words were very tempting, like a sweet poisonous apple, "But I can't fall asleep?"

"Oh, don't worry about it, it's very simple." After he finished speaking, Fergu's neck was hit for a while, and he lost his breath as soon as his eyes darkened. "Physical sleeping pills, the effect is fast and the effect is good. You can lie down at ease." Bar."

"This is a ghost? Hahahahahahahaha!" Connor looked at the white thing at the prison gate and started laughing, as if it was a "Tom and Jerry".

The next day, Fergu sat silently on the bed, like a virgin who lost his virginity after drinking.He looked at St. Fansol after dawn in a trance, and everything seemed to be back to normal.He was alone in the room, everything last night was an absurd nightmare, everything was normal.

He looked at the beautiful picture hanging by the window, the black rose Crantius opened his eyes wide and smiled sweetly at Fergu, ah, what a goddess.

It was uncomfortable to splash cold water on the face, but this feeling was quite wonderful for Fergu, who enjoyed the cold and stimulating waking feeling.The man in the mirror seemed to be fished out of the water, but he carelessly stroked his beard, it was long enough.

Suddenly, the man in the mirror began to tremble unconsciously again, and the bright red blood on his neck told him that last night was not a dream.

……

The weather turned bad and some scattered raindrops started to fall.The inmates cursed the bad weather, because if it rained heavily the rare breeze would end.Filgu sat quietly on the side like a fool, and soon the light rain began to patter, even after the autumn rain wet these thin prison clothes, it was still very cold when the wind blew, and soon Filgu He was ridiculed for his behavior, "I said pig butcher, are you demented today? Or did the female ghost look for you yesterday?"

Female ghost, this word aroused Felgu's fear, and those wailing female ghosts from last night kept appearing in his eyes. "Let me go, let me go!" He wailed, screamed, ran wildly, bumped into others and didn't respond until he was kicked and punched by angry prisoners.

He was drenched all over his face and went to his cell. Instead of warming him up, he began to shiver. He knew that what really made him shiver was not the temperature, but the fear.

The sky gradually darkened, and everything fell silent, even a large prison like San Van Sol fell silent.Fergu's eyes were wide open, as if he could see everything clearly.

Those nasty female ghosts floated over again. Although they couldn't see their faces clearly, their long hair and supple bodies all proved their beauty in life, but I obviously didn't do anything wrong.

He covered his eyes, tears only dripped down, "I have never killed people, only pigs."

"Then why are these guys coming to you!"

"I do not know either?"

"You really never killed anyone?"

"Not a single one! I've only beaten three bastards. They were all men and they didn't die!"

"interesting……"

Fergu saw the mysterious inmate reappear wearing a deerstalker hat and smoking a pipe. He stood quietly at the door, looking affectionately at a red female ghost, like a couple in love.

"They are here to look for you!" Fergu suddenly realized and was furious.

"I'm not so popular." Connor observed these ghosts with interest, he didn't pay attention to the threat of the female ghost, in his eyes, it was as harmless as Teddy passing by.

That scumbag named Sam, Connor, went out to investigate a bit, and he was indeed suspected of murdering women, but the Fergu next to him was as pure as a child.Even if these female ghosts are as unreasonable as Thai ghost movies, it's not that they can't feel any negative energy.

Our protagonist reached out and grabbed the unlucky Filgu, and made a lightning leap. After reaching the ground, he pointed down, "Do you know these things?"

It was a nightmare-like scene. A huge staircase appeared in the center of the prison leading to the bottom. No one could see how big this staircase was. The staircase spiraled endlessly, like leading into hell.

Seeing this situation, Fergu suddenly shouted, "Stairway to Hell!"

Connor nodded in agreement.The Stairway to Hell is part of the story of Paladin Roland. It is said that Paladin Roland used to be a cowardly dick. His childhood sweetheart likes gay friends. She married and had a baby at a young age, forcing Roland to leave his hometown to join the army in search of a new life. But Roland was a big unlucky guy from the beginning, and no one wanted Zhan Wuscum to hold him back.But Mr. Roland will never be discouraged, just like the spider in the chicken soup joke that traveled through time and space and inspired the Duke of Wellington in the parallel space. Partners, start a thrilling adventure.

The current biographical novel "Paladin Roland" comes from various stories of Roland's life, memories of his comrades in arms, and Roland's self-report.But what many people criticize is that Roland, who has always been honest and loyal, talked big with his comrades in self-memory, experienced many hardships that others could not, and overcame many hardships that others could not.Such a result made the memoirs of Roland's comrades-in-arms all of a sudden run towards fairy tales, ghosts and fantasy novels, but as time went by, this kind of plot similar to fantasy stories made the stories of Roland and their friends more popular.

"Roland's story is actually true?" Connor smiled. Looking at the bottomless stairs, he recalled the dream battle where Cassie saved himself.But the mask on his body didn't respond.

interesting.