Chapter 236 Qiu Ji Dong Lai Ye Did Not Wither, The Credit Bladesman Did Not Draw His Saber

Su Guwei was a very strange person.

Of course, most of the people who were locked up in the Long Night Heavenly Division Prison but were not killed by Zhu Xian had their own oddities.

For example, the old man locked up in Di Zi No. 7 cell was said to be a descendant of a royal family from the Great Zhou. He had once taken over the position of Zong Zheng and was imprisoned here because some advice had angered the Emperor. Another example was the woman locked up in Skyword Cell 3. It was rumored that she was a spy sent by the demon race. For this reason, the surroundings of her cell had been emptied. Even the guards in charge of guarding him had been replaced with women. What she feared was that she would seduce the prison guards.

But compared to this, Su Guwei was still a very strange person.

He was imprisoned in Flip-flop No. 86. The old branch of his Mu Clan Army, Liangzhou Border City, was born. It seemed that his family was once a famous swordsman clan. However, he had encountered some unexpected changes and his clan's dao had fallen. In his generation, he was the only one and the son under his knee. Normally, he always boasted to others that although his aptitude was stupid, his son was a genius. No matter what he said about Chen Xuanji or Zhu Longqi, he might not be able to catch his son's saber.

The prisoners in the cell had made fun of him more than once, but Su Guwei did not care and continued to do as he pleased.

The Long Night Division's prison was not an ordinary place. They ate pig food, drank muddy water, and had to be sent to receive such a severe beating every three to five days. There were very few people who could endure until the autumn, and most of them swallowed their breath under this inhumane torture.

Su Gu Wei's cultivation at the Three Elements Realm was not unusual in the long night prison of the royal family and the heroes of Jianghu. However, he had lived for a long time, and even counted it carefully for a full year. If everything went smoothly, he could become one of the few people in this cell who had endured the autumn beheading day.

But that still doesn't make him weird.

The most peculiar thing about men over 40 was that, apart from talking about their own sons, the most common thing he said was, "Autumn ends and winter comes, and leaves do not wither. Don't draw your saber on credit!"

No one knew what it meant, but his murmurs had become more frequent lately, word by word, day and night. Some prisoners who were familiar with him had tried to persuade him, but Su Guwei kept muttering these words as if he couldn't hear them.

The jailer in charge of the cell was bothered by his quarrels and had dealt with him more than once with a whip, but it was useless. As long as he was fine, as long as he could open his mouth, he would always murmur these words.

"Autumn ends and winter leaves have yet to wither. Don't draw your saber on credit!"

"Autumn ends and winter leaves have yet to wither. Don't draw your saber on credit!"

"Autumn ends and winter leaves have yet to wither. Don't draw your saber on credit!"

…

On this day, Su Guwei was still beaten up by the jailer who was napping at night. He was carried to the cell in a bloody mess, and he was thrown into a corner like mud.

It was as if he hadn't woken up for a long time because of his excessive injuries. The prisoner in the neighboring room tried to call him by name, but he didn't respond several times. The situation lasted until 11 o'clock, when the dark candles flashed in the cell, and the jailers began to nap again in such a dull atmosphere.

Su Guwei, who had been lying on the ground for a long time, suddenly felt like he was in a daze. His eyes suddenly opened, and he began to mutter something that caused calluses to appear in everyone's ears.

His voice slowly grew louder and louder, and his body slowly stood up at that moment. His entire body was as if he had lost his mind, and his expression was ferocious and terrifying.

The jailer was finally awakened by his murmur. The prisoners on the side kindly reminded Su Guwei not to provoke the jailer again, but the other party still ignored their kindness.

"Autumn ends and winter leaves have yet to wither. Don't draw your saber on credit!"

…

He was still muttering these words.

"What do you mean? Didn't you fight enough?" The jailer, who had been awakened from his beautiful dream, was clearly in a terrible mood. He quickly walked to Su Guwei's cell and used the iron rod in his hand to hit the iron pillars of the cell, making an ear-piercing sound.

"The credit dagger has arrived. You can't draw your saber, you can't draw your saber!"

Su Guwei, who was covered in blood, stood up at that time. He walked and climbed to the pillar door of the cell and said loudly.

"What credit bladesman? What can't you do? I think you're in need of a beating!" The fierce jailer obviously did not have the mood to carefully taste the meaning behind Su Gu Wei's words. He frowned and was about to go forward and whip Su Gu Wei.

His strength was tremendous. The barbed iron rod unsurprisingly cut through Su Guwei's body. Blood gushed out at that time, causing his already bathed body to become even more ferocious and terrifying.

However, Su Guwei seemed to be unaware of this.

He grabbed onto the iron pillar of the cell and stared at the jailer with his eyes wide open.

"Don't draw your saber! Don't draw your saber!"

"The Credit Blade Man is here!"

"Don't use your saber!"

He shouted loudly, like a desperate jackal, letting out its last howl before dying. At that moment, tears gushed out of his eyes, mixed with the fresh blood on his cheeks, and two more traces of blood appeared on his face.

The jailer obviously did not expect such a change. He was frightened by Su Guwei's madness and subconsciously took a step back.

However, when he regained his senses and was about to recover some of his cowardice, the man covered in blood suddenly narrowed his eyes and instantly became empty. At that moment, his hand holding the iron pillar of the cell slowly loosened, and his body fell on his back like a kite with a broken string.

Boom!

With a light sound, the aura on Su Guwei's body suddenly dissipated.

"Surnamed Su?" The jailer was stunned and subconsciously called out, but the other party did not respond. Just in case, the jailer hurriedly opened the door and carefully walked over to Su Guwei. He reached out and placed his hand on the tip of his nose. At that moment, the jailer's heart sank, and there was no longer any aura there.

Dead?

He thought of this, but for some reason, Su Guwei's strange appearance couldn't help but appear in his mind. He felt somewhat unlucky. He simply waved his hand and called his fellow patrol staff over. Carrying the corpse that had lost its aura, he slowly carried it out and threw it into the room in charge of the morgue.

This kind of thing happened every day in the Heavenly Prison of the Long Night Division. Although the jailer's heart wasn't a bit gloomy, he didn't take it to heart.

However, after he left the room, a phantom slowly appeared in the room that was filled with corpses and emitted a foul stench.

His appearance was blurry in the darkness, but the aura emanating from his body was somewhat gloomy and terrifying.

He slowly walked to the side of the corpse that he had just carried in and carefully looked at it for a long time.

Then he muttered to himself, "It is only natural that father should pay off his debts with son."

At that moment, his body slowly dissipated, disappearing into the deathly silence.

At the end of autumn, at the window outside the room, the leaves of an ancient tree withered and yellow. A cold wind blew past, causing the leaves to swing.

But in the end, he was still stubbornly hanging on the branch…

Not withered…

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