"How can you be unfamiliar after being locked up for almost 10,000 years?"

The old man didn't answer the question, and by the way, he flicked the booger on his finger. The booger was flicked on the back wall and stuck to it.

"Almost ten thousand years?!!!"

Yang Fan was shocked.

"Don't you just need to pay a bail to go out here?"

It was Dong Genji who spoke, showing an eager look on his face.

"Bail? Haha..."

The old man laughed out loud, then said coldly.

"That's just a privilege on the first level. It's impossible on this third level."

"Are we going to stay here for a lifetime?"

Dong Genji was anxious.

"Almost, but when it comes to the third floor, I haven't seen anyone who can be safe or go out. Oh, yes, what did you commit to get caught?"

Having said that, the old man was very curious about the reason why the three were locked in. Over the past ten thousand years, he has asked no less than tens of thousands of people, each of whom has different reasons. Therefore, over time, he has developed the habit of asking others why they are imprisoned.

"It's over, Tai Sui Building is going to die!"

Dong Genji was sad, thinking that he would be locked up here in the future, suffering from sudden pain, then looked at Yang Fan angrily and cursed.

"It's nothing, it just killed a few of his men, and then he came out to fight with me. When he was about to solve him, that person named Lu Zhanbo arrested us."

"Warden Lu Zhanbo! No wonder you will be locked up on the third floor. It seems that you will accompany me to chat with me in the future."

"The predecessors seem to be very powerful. There should be a Mahayana period to complete it. Can't you escape with your strength?"

Yang Fan was a little curious. After all, he observed that the Yin Soldiers here were not strong. As long as he was willing, Yang Fan believed that everyone could be solved by force.

"The old man is not talented, half-step human in Wonderland. As for escape, don't think about it. Even if my strength is not imprisoned, I can't escape. Do you think the Yin soldiers outside are all the power of this group of prisons?"

"Is not it?"

Yang Fan asked back.

The old man stroked his beard and stretched his hand to the depths of the third floor. On the doorway was a cell with the word 100 written on it.

"Look at that person. He is a person on the tenth floor of the fairyland. He only stepped into the fairyland with a single kick, but he is still locked here. It is said that he has been locked up for hundreds of thousands of years and has become a human, a ghost, Not a ghost."

Hundreds of thousands of years...

When Yang Fan heard it, the corners of his mouth twitched.

However, Yang Fan was not worried. It took only a month at most to explain that someone would let him out. After all, he was the captain of the Onmyoji team.

"You don't seem to be worried."

The old man had obviously experienced many things, and he immediately noticed Yang Fan's indifference.

"Well, within a month, I will definitely be able to go out."

"It's really arrogant, old man, I have lived for so long. I haven't seen a prisoner who just came in a month and went out. I haven't been so fast on the first floor."

The sloppy old man obviously didn't believe it, and even contempted Yang Fan.

Yang Fan did not explain, but lay quietly on the bed, recalling the days on the earth in his heart. At this moment, the emotion of missing those friends in the orphanage is constantly emerging.

Gradually, Yang Fan fell into sleep unconsciously.

I don't know how long it took, Yang Fan suddenly opened his eyes, and in front of him was a familiar classroom.

"here is?"

Around Yang Fan, there are rows of desks and chairs arranged in order, as well as students who are reading aloud.

In them, they are all uniforms of the same style. Yang Fan recognizes this uniform. It is the cotton uniform that he used in junior high school. The white and blue uniforms are full of childhood campus style.

"This is actually Dandelion Middle School!"

Yang Fan thought quickly in his mind, and instantly recalled.

Dandelion Middle School is the school where Yang Fan studied. There, Yang Fan met many people. Familiar figures flashed in his mind, there were men and women, and thin people walking by. Everyone brought him endless memories.

Suddenly, a big fat hand patted Yang Fan's shoulder again, and at the same time a familiar voice came.

"Brother Yang!"

The person here is a little fat, named Xu Sanduo, a fat man, thirteen or fourteen years old, but his weight has reached a terrifying one hundred and sixty catties, but he is only less than 1.4 meters.

Xu Sanduo's parents only gave birth to him at a middle age. He was the third child in the family. It felt a little redundant, so he called him Xu Sanduo. Even so, he is indeed the most favored of the three, otherwise he would not have been so fat.

"Brother Yang, how do I feel you are weird today?"

Xu Sanduo is well-off, dozens of kilometers away from the school, but does not live on campus. Every day his parents send him over to study, and every day he brings breakfast to Yang Fan. Over time, the two become iron buddies.

Xu Sanduo handed the breakfast to Yang Fan before putting down his schoolbag.

Yang Fan took the breakfast, and at the same time memories of the past emerged.

Because he grew up in an orphanage, Yang Fan has very little pocket money and does not eat much food every day. In order to reduce the burden on the orphanage, Yang Fan saved the rice for breakfast and was hungry all morning, so that he could save one-third of the rice and eat one-third more time.

At that time, the students who lived on campus brought their own rice and vegetables, and the school provided a boiler for steaming rice. Sometimes bad luck, when someone knocks over his lunch box, Yang Fan will be hungry and he can't bear to spend the money. Not to mention the dishes. I usually eat homemade chili sauce or pickles, and the nutrition will be uneven over time. As a result, Yang Fan is 1.5 meters tall and weighs less than 90 kilograms. He is a typical lean body.

Yang Fan still clearly remembers the thickness of his wrist, grabbing it with one hand, his thumb can touch the end of the **** nail.

Thinking of this, Yang Fan stretched out his left hand and grabbed his left wrist with his right hand.

"it is as expected!"

Yang Fan sighed, closing his eyes and feeling inside.

Suddenly he opened his eyes sharply, his eyes widened, his expression shocked.

Because Yang Fan discovered that his high-level strength was still in the early stage of the Tribulation. It only took an instant to reach out the divine consciousness, and it enveloped the entire city, and every move in every corner could not escape Yang Fan's eyes.

"Did I cross again? But how did I cross back?"

When Yang Fan thought, he pinched himself, and a pain came.

"This is not a dream!"

Yang Fan got up abruptly, because he moved too fast, he accidentally knocked down the table, and the noodles Xu Sanduo brought him on the table also fell over.

The sudden movement caught everyone's attention in the classroom.

"Yang Fan, why don't you read it early and make such a big noise?"

On the podium, a boy asked, his tone of voice was bad.