I was talking to Ye Mu, but it was Xiao Mao’er who answered me.

Xiao Mao’er said, "The coffin gate always advances and retreats together. It’s not a matter of adding trouble or not. However, this matter is indeed difficult to handle."

"Wang Hun sent news that the civil official faction has begun to counterattack. Hei Bai Wuchang (Black and White Impermanence) have been held back in the underworld, and they won’t be able to come up to clean up the mess for you in a short time."

"The Embroidery Guard is also suffering from a lack of evidence, so they can't convict anyone."

"The attitudes of the great powers in the underworld are also different, and no one wants to wade into this muddy water for the time being."

I couldn't help frowning and said, "There are different opinions among the great powers of the underworld?"

Once a person enters the underworld, it is difficult not to tell the truth.

As long as the great powers of the underworld move their hands, they can see clearly what happened to the other party.

What's going on that they are unwilling to do it?

Xiao Mao’er said, "The current high-level officials in the underworld hold different opinions on the Battle of Liangjie Mountain!"

"Some people think that although there is the Yin-Yang Secret Pact, the underworld should also help the art to protect the human world."

"Others believe that since the Heavenly Dao closes its eyes and ignores the return of the Heavenly Soul, then the catastrophe of the art is the arrangement of the Heavenly Will. The Heavenly Will cannot be reversed."

"The stalemate between the two sides has created the current situation."

For a moment, I didn't know what to say.

This is clearly a dead end!

Ye Mu finally couldn't hold back: "If you ask me, who cares about those birds! We have been forced to this point, so we just beat them up. Are you trying to suffocate people by being so slow?"

Xiao Mao’er gritted his teeth and said, "Shut your mouth! I don't want you to speak. I'm just afraid you won't say anything good."

"If you don't want me to speak, then I won't!" After Ye Mu shut up, Xiao Mao’er said, "Li Po, for the next few days, please be patient and don't rush to escape from prison again. Otherwise, we really won't be able to clean up the current situation."

"Although our Special Operations Team is responsible for handling some supernatural events on the surface for the government, or arresting some illegal warlocks, in fact, our authority is not high."

"Some people at the top don't recognize our existence. In their eyes, there are no ghosts or gods in the world, and the Special Operations Team is a waste of resources."

"Some people are still taking this opportunity to prepare to cancel the operations team."

"However, we have contacted some influential big shots to help us solve the problem. We believe there will be results soon."

Xiao Mao’er paused and said, "If the final result is not what we want, we will help you escape from prison. Wait for our news."

I nodded and said, "Thank you both. This kindness..."

Xiao Mao’er waved his hand and said, "Don't talk about kindness. There has never been any kindness between the coffin gates, only brotherhood."

On the surface, I was cupping my hands to thank Xiao Mao’er, but in my heart, I was constantly smiling bitterly: I hadn’t had time to repay Wang Hun for saving my life last time, and this time I was saved by Wang Hun again.

I owe Wang Hun a big favor this time.

I know Wang Hun doesn't care about this favor, but I can't and shouldn't care about it.

But I really can't imagine what the Qisha (Seven Killings) Grand Marshal of the underworld needs me to do for him?

While I was still silent, the prison car had entered a heavily guarded prison.

Ye Yang and I were taken to the fifth underground level of the prison, a cell made of reinforced concrete. All the people responsible for escorting us left.

In that kind of underground cell, you couldn't hear any sound, and even the air was a bit oppressive.

Sitting inside made people feel breathless.

I tried to push the door of the cell a few times, and then I heard someone in the opposite cell say, "Don't try. This is a place specially for detaining masters of the art."

"You can't use secret techniques here, and you can't open the prison door with martial arts. Even if you have the ability to reach the sky, you can only stay in the cell."

Seeing that I didn't speak, the person opposite me started talking to himself, "Friend, how did you get in? How about we chat? It's been a long time since anyone came to this place. Talking is also a pastime."

"Thank you, let's talk another day!" I really don't have the mood to chat with people now. Such a cell where you don't know the time and can only see the lights is enough to drive people crazy.

I feel uncomfortable even sitting for a while, how can I be in the mood to chat with people?

The man chuckled and said, "Okay! I won't bother you first. When you want to talk, we'll talk again."

"Young man, you don't smoke, do you? If you don't smoke, give me your cigarettes. Just tell the prison guard who delivers the food to send them to me. I'll appreciate your kindness."

I subconsciously asked, "Can you smoke here?"

As far as I know, smoking is not allowed in domestic prisons. Prisoners can only steal cigarettes. Cigarettes are still a hard currency in prison.

The man said, "Not only can you smoke here, but the food is also good!"

"It's just that there are too few cigarettes and alcohol! Only three cigarettes per person per day."

"Don't underestimate these three cigarettes. If you don't smoke them, you can use them to exchange for many unexpected benefits."

My brows couldn't help but twitch slightly: The person across from me revealed a very important piece of information to me.

Someone in this prison should be able to get out.

At least, he can walk out of the cell.