The night was like the deep eyes of a Wolf.
In the prison of Ling County, Ma Liang leaned against the cold wall and lowered his head in silence.
Today, he was very cooperative and explained all his experiences.
The people of Chaotian que asked him about the location of the mysterious cave, but he didn't know anything and couldn't find it by memory.
After losing the divine brush, he was no longer of much use. He only needed to wait for the judgment.
It was also because of this that they did not guard him strictly.
In the middle of the night, a figure suddenly appeared in the prison.
It was as if he had come in through the wall, without making any sound.
Ma Liang was shocked and looked at the person in front of him.
It was a middle-aged man who looked kind and generous. He looked like a farmer who lived next door, and his temperament was familiar, but Ma Liang definitely didn't know him.
"Who is it?"
