Star Trace Gate

Chapter 866: A Storyteller's Dream of Being a Jailer

Today's Sky Prison was a little unusual because the "crystal" in Yin Yutong's house had been pushed away, so naturally it was impossible for him to come to serve.

Ren Ye had expected to be late today, and that someone would definitely mark him down in a notebook and punish him during the month-end performance review, with his salary deducted. But to his great surprise, the guard in charge of roll call hadn't arrived yet, and more than a dozen other people were late.

Needless to say, the Li Yin dispute has rocked the entire village, and these people must have gone to watch the fun. Alas, that's just how people are. No matter where they are, no matter how oppressive their lives, the fire of gossip in their hearts never dies down. It's like the day Cang Lao Shen announced her retirement. No matter where her "students" were, they all climbed over the wall to join in the fun, personally give her a thumbs up, and reminisce about their youth and the wasted toilet paper rolls...

The entire morning, the prison was filled with a depressing atmosphere and a somewhat chaotic work environment. Although Yin Ping had a cold mouth, he was actually a good person and usually took good care of everyone. Now that the Yin family had such a big thing, everyone felt sympathy and was not in a good mood.

In addition, the daily work of the prison was presided over by Yin Ping, including interrogation, dispatch, patrol, etc., which were all handled by him. Now that the prison boss is gone, the remaining minions dare not make decisions on their own.

However, although today is very idle and the working atmosphere is not ideal, it is a godsend opportunity for an insider like Little Bad King.

He no longer had to prepare a sweet-smelling bubble bath for Master Yin, but could instead devote all his energy to planning how to help No. 79 escape from prison.

When he left Yin's house in the morning, his aunt had clearly told him that she had already obtained the necessary medicine to rescue No. 79.

This was the most crucial piece. With it, Ren could secretly implement the plan he had previously devised. He mentally estimated the time. There were less than two days left until the anniversary of the death of the deceased in Xuwang Village. After tomorrow, all the condemned prisoners would be taken out and executed. Therefore, he only had today to "scout" the area and "keep watch."

It's like going to a brothel at midnight, and then at the next moment a friend of the constable brings news of a crackdown. This is undoubtedly very tight in terms of time, but if you work hard, there is still a chance for a "last dance".

When the Little Bad King thought of this, his confidence suddenly increased, and he took action in secret.

He first went to the kitchen where meals were prepared for the death row prisoners under the pretext of "doing odd jobs"; then he found an opportunity to ask people about the anniversary of the death; then he went to the workshop and secretly observed some of the tools stored there; finally, he carefully walked around the prison area twice and figured out the basic situation of the formation here and the very complex terrain around it.

He worked very cautiously and observed carefully, and was busy until lunch time. Only then did he secretly return to the prison area and meet the storyteller.

In the dim prison corridor, the soles of his shoes stepped on the ground, making a "clacking" sound. The Little Bad King carefully sensed the surrounding atmosphere and came to the first iron gate outside the death cell No. 79 again.

He stood beside the weak candlelight, but saw the storyteller lying on a straw mat, apparently taking a nap.

"Hehe, are you really asleep or just pretending to be asleep?" Ren Ye asked with a sneer.

There was no response from inside the cell.

"Okay, then you continue sleeping. I'm leaving." Ren Ye said with a disdainful expression, turned around and was about to leave.

"Uh……!"

At this moment, a slight friction sound echoed on the straw mat. The disheveled storyteller first exhaled, then stretched lazily and sang: "Who will wake up first from the great dream? I know it all in my life; I sleep enough in the death row, and the days outside are long."

I really hate people who pretend to be good, unless it's me... Ren Ye internally complained, but he just looked at him coldly and said softly, "The Death Prison will shave your head tomorrow morning, and you'll be sacrificed the day after tomorrow. Miss Chi Chi, you definitely won't be able to have sex. The best you can do is find a female Taoist friend who will be sacrificed together, and arrange a ghost marriage."

Inside the prison, the storyteller sat up slowly and shook his matted hair, revealing his cheeks covered with pus-filled sores.

He raised his head slightly, his eyes gleaming with the wisdom of a mastermind, and asked firmly, "Are you ready to help me escape from prison?"

Haha, this guy seems absolutely certain that I'll help him escape! Okay, okay, you're trying to play the game of planning with me? I like confident people... The Little Bad King was quick-witted, but he just kept a calm expression as he sensed him. He slowly squatted down and said softly, "I've been thinking about it all night, but I still have some concerns."

The storyteller shook the heavy iron shackles on his wrists and said, "If you can get me out, I'll help you investigate whatever you want. What's there to worry about?"

"Oh, that's easy for you to say. You're already on death row. If this escape succeeds, you'll make a killing, but if it doesn't, you won't lose either. But I'm different. I'm a sunny, clean-cut man... If this escape fails and I'm convicted of collaborating with the enemy, then... I'll really have to go to hell and get married." Ren also showed a conflicted expression and shook his head. "The risk-reward ratio is different for you and me, so... I'm really unsure."

"No, you're wrong." The storyteller's expression remained calm, his eyes sagacious as he spoke, "If your profits couldn't even meet your expectations, then you and I wouldn't have had these two risky meetings. Haha, little one, you're not hesitant, you want to discuss the terms with me, right?"

Sure enough, this guy was truly certain that I would save him. The reason was simple: he was on death row, a very passive situation, and the fact that I had risked my life twice to find him spoke volumes about my inner desire.

Therefore, he feels that he has the advantage, which is why he appears to be confident and calm.

This is a psychological game. The Bad Boy knows that he must gain absolute control and certain life-saving chips in an absolutely dangerous event. This is the purpose of his visit to No. 79 today.

The two parties had only met twice, and they didn't know who the other party was, what their specific identities were, how capable they were, whether they could be controlled after being rescued, etc. Therefore, only a fool would help the other party escape from prison without thinking.

"Let me tell you a story." After a brief pause, Ren Ye used his best rhetoric.

"Haha, I'm the storyteller." No. 79 showed an expression of watching someone else show off his skills, and then added: "But I also like listening to stories."

"Once upon a time, there was a pitiful child whose luck was snatched away at a young age. He was then reduced to a stray dog ​​by the roadside, a worthless waste despised and spurned by everyone. His life was extremely difficult, and he even began to hate the world... But he was unwilling to give up and wanted to find his chance again, so he chose to take risks in secret." Ren Ye's voice was low and concise. "Finally, he received a clue from a stranger. This clue was important, but the stranger who wanted to cooperate with him was both unfamiliar and dangerous to him. Most importantly, the child was very weak and completely unable to control the situation... The stranger then asked the child to rescue him, but the child worried that if he rescued this person, he would not give me any clues. What if they found out? He was very worried... So, he kept asking himself, which one should choose: opportunity or life."

When the storyteller heard this, he immediately felt that the fourteen or fifteen-year-old "child" in front of him was a little difficult to deal with.

"Let me ask you, if you were the child in the story, what would you do? Life or chance?" Ren Ye smiled and threw the question back to the other party.

"hiss……!"

The storyteller blinked. "If I were this child, I would first believe that there are kind people in this world, and I would believe in light...!"

"I believe your grandma's legs can glow!" Ren also cursed.

"Well, why are you cursing?" The storyteller was a little dissatisfied.

"Let me tell you what that kid's bottom line is," Ren Ye said bluntly. "Born in an extreme place, with his opportunity taken away by evil people, it's natural that he doesn't trust humanity, let alone the so-called bullshit light. He only believes in facts... If you want to dispel his doubts, you must show absolute sincerity and reassure him."

The storyteller pondered for a moment, then asked, "But the dangerous person in this child's eyes is already in a desperate situation. How can he show absolute sincerity?"

"That's his thing to think about. What does it have to do with this kid?" Ren Ye responded with a cold expression.

"He can only show his sincerity to the child warmly and perfectly after he is out of trouble...!" The storyteller showed a conflicted expression.

"Alright, since you've given this story such an answer, then the story is completely over...!" Ren Ye stood up without hesitation and waved his hand, saying, "The child chose to stay away from danger and watch the dangerous person marry in the afterlife. Farewell, please!"

After saying this, he turned around and left decisively without any hesitation.

In the dim cell, the storyteller looked at the back of the Little Bad King with a very calm expression and a confident look, but his right index finger was tapping the ground imperceptibly, with a quick and anxious rhythm.

Could this kid really resist the temptation of opportunity and choose to live a humiliating life?!

No, this guy is definitely putting psychological pressure on himself, trying to make himself give in first. Haha, you think you can scare me with this little trick?

I will be as still as a mountain. If you don't speak first, I won't believe you...

Damn, it seems like he's really leaving! Can there really be such a patient person in this world?!

Should I bet on him coming back?

If he leaves, at most I won't get any clues to find my chance, but I'm really going to risk my life. The day after tomorrow is my death anniversary... am I going to gamble with my life?

"hiss……!"

The storyteller took a long breath, and just as the Little Bad King was about to disappear into the corridor, he slowly said, "Young man, please stay."

Ren Ye was stunned when he heard this and ignored him.

"Young man, do you hear me? I'm asking you to stay...!"

"Young man, young man, are you fucking deaf?!"

"...!"

When he saw the other party disappear around the corner of the corridor, he suddenly panicked and shouted as loudly as he could control himself.

Soon, the sound of footsteps became clearer. The Little Bad King returned with an expressionless face. Standing outside the first iron gate, he asked softly, "Were you showing off just now?!"

"Huh?! What do you mean by pretending to be cool?" The storyteller showed a very confused expression.

"It's clearly just a stick, but it insists on saying it's a hole." Ren Ye responded vividly and figuratively.

"Heh, interesting description...!"

The storyteller laughed awkwardly.

The Little Bad King squatted on the ground again: "Give me a sense of security, right now."

The storyteller pondered for a moment. "Well, I really don't want to die, so I've decided to show you my sincerity first. Do you think five million star sources can make you feel safe?"

"You have eight million star sources now?!" Ren was also a little surprised.

"Not yet, but if you give me the antidote to the Spiritual Communication Powder, I can retrieve it from my consciousness and deliver it to you all at once." The storyteller replied, "With your status, if you want to earn five million in this illusory village... that will take at least a few hundred years. With opportunity and money... you can soar to the sky."

From the day I established the park, I told myself that no one has the right to make promises in front of me... Ren Ye sneered, "If I get the money after rescuing you, then what I said just now will be in vain. I need sincerity first, do you understand?"