After crossing the small door on the iron fence and stepping into the corridor with prison cells on both sides, Jiang Wang felt that his whole body suddenly felt much heavier. Even a simple step required more strength.
"In this area, everyone will be under more pressure. This is to prevent some prisoners from having excessive energy." Granny Bizhu explained.
The cells on both sides have iron bars as walls, so that the jailers can observe the conditions of the prisoners inside at any time.
The sound of Granny Bizhu's dragon-headed walking stick tapping on the corridor was very clear. But none of the prisoners huddled in the cell looked outside.
They all seemed to have lost the emotion of "curiosity".
This undoubtedly cast a shadow on Jiang Wang's heart.
Walking further inside, there are no iron gates, only stone doors. Except for a small square opening, there is no possibility of observation at all. Presumably because the prisoners there were more important, the sturdiness was more considered when designing the cells.
The corridor is still very long, so long that there is no end in sight.
There are clearly illuminated orbs embedded at the top at regular intervals, but the end of this corridor still seems to be connected to the bottomless abyss. It doesn't look real, and there is a hidden feeling of terror.
Grandma Bizhu stopped here.
"I won't go in." She whined, "I don't want to see Qiong'er suffer."
On the wall between the two stone rooms, there is a shelf similar to a candlestick. Jiang Wang didn't know what it was for at first, until Granny Bizhu took out a stick of incense and stuck it on it.
With a slight stroke of her skinny index finger, four-fifths of the incense was cut off, and the remaining half spontaneously ignited.
"You only have so much time." Granny Bizhu said.
Jiang Wang didn't speak, just nodded.
Thinking that she had communicated with the jailer earlier, Granny Bizhu directly took out a stone key and opened the stone door.
She stood by the door without looking in, as if she really couldn't bear it.
For some reason, Jiang Wang suddenly felt a little hesitant.
He came all the way to Huai Island with a very clear goal, which was to capture Zhu Biqiong. Once a word is spoken, no mountains can hinder it. It was already decided to take a look at Zhu Biqiong before the sea festival.
But now that he was outside the door, with only a wall separating him, he suddenly felt a little scared.
What does that friend who took the risk to deliver a message for him look like now?
What kind of hard life did she live in such a heavily guarded prison?
He was uneasy, but he stepped into the cell anyway.
The burning incense on the shelf reminded him that he had no time to hesitate.
As was the case many times along the way, he had no moments of weakness.
He always faced it like this.
Stepping into the stone chamber, the stone door behind you has been closed.
The stone room was very dark, but it did not prevent Jiang Wang from seeing clearly.
The entire stone chamber is about ten steps square, which is wider than expected.
It's quite clean, there's nothing stinky, just a faint smell of sea breeze - I don't know where the wind comes from in such a deep seabed.
There are two iron shackles nailed in the middle of the wall opposite the door.
A weak woman with disheveled hair was hung on the wall by iron shackles.
She lowered her head and breathed slowly, probably asleep.
The sound of the door opening did not wake her.
She was like an old puppet, rejected by children who liked the new and disliked the old, so she was hung in a random place, waiting for the day when she would be completely thrown away.
The pretty girl who was driven out of Qingyang Town by him burning the space with fireworks, the innocent girl who mistook him for a villain and cried with tears...
Hang here now.
All the Daoyuan in the body has been dispersed, and there is no longer any cultivation. She is no longer an extraordinary monk, but an ordinary girl.
Her long hair hung down in front of her body, covering her face.
Jiang Wang casually made a Dao Jue, trying to form two stone piles to help her feet, because her wrists had been hung black and purple and were almost useless.
But the energy is dispersed as soon as it gathers. Due to special restrictions, Taoism cannot be used in this cell.
Jiang Wang wanted to cut two dimples in the stone wall so that her feet would have a place to rest, so that all the weight would not be on her wrists like now.
But I don’t know what the consequences of destroying the stone wall will be.
He even wanted to cut off the shackles with a sword and take Zhu Biqiong away.
But he was determined not to take Zhu Biqiong out of here.
Jiang Wang could only sigh deeply in his heart, put one arm around her calf, and half-lifted her up.
"No! Don't! Don't!"
Zhu Biqiong seemed to wake up from a nightmare and kept kicking her legs, but her strength was so weak.
She was so weak that even her cries were in vain.
"It's me, it's me. Fellow Daoist Bamboo, don't be afraid. I'm Jiang Wang."
Jiang Wang felt relieved and used his other hand to pop out a little flame, hanging it in front of his face. Then he raised his head to let Zhu Biqiong see his appearance clearly.
Fortunately, the magical power originates from oneself and is not affected. This is how the true fire of samadhi can emerge.
With the samadhi true fire illuminating it, this was the first time Jiang Wang had done such a luxurious thing.
Zhu Biqiong lowered her head and finally saw Jiang Wang's face through her long and messy hair.
"Woo..."
She pursed her lips and tried very hard to hold back, but she still cried.
Her cry was so weak and faint, as if she could not catch her breath at any time.
She was crying but there were no tears because the tears had long since dried up.
Her wrist had received temporary relief, but it remained motionless, indicating that she had lost consciousness.
"It's okay." Jiang Wang reached out, gently helped her push away the long hair that covered her eyes, tucked it behind her ears, and said softly: "It's okay."
"Yes, I'm sorry..." She cried for a while, moving her dry and white lips: "I said it all.
"What's wrong?" Jiang Wang asked her softly, "What did you say?"
Zhu Biqiong closed her eyes, as if she was too tired, but opened them again with great effort, and said in a weak voice: "You have a Desheng Trading Company, Qingyang Town is Xiaoxiao in charge, and Qianqian is the one who practices flying swords. , and Zhang Hai, who is an alchemist, you have a very good relationship with Zhongxuan Sheng... Wuwuwu, I told you all. I don't want to say it, but... it's so painful. Wuwuwu..."
It is completely conceivable what kind of torture there will be in the prison. That is definitely not what a little greenhouse flower like Zhu Biqiong can bear.
"It's okay. I don't blame you. If it were me, I wouldn't be able to endure that kind of torture. Besides, what you said is not a secret. It won't do any harm to me."
Jiang Wang half-supported her with one hand. While comforting her softly, she slowly mobilized Dao Yuan to sort out the shattered Tongtian Palace for her.
Her Tongtian Palace has completely collapsed, and there is no possibility of rebuilding it at all. Jiang Wang realized this very clearly.
But what he is doing now is like cleaning up the rubble in a collapsed house. It is impossible to rebuild the house, but at least it can make the ruins of the house look tidier, thereby reducing Zhu Biqiong's pain - this may also be in vain.
"You should say something more useful." Jiang Wang said: "For example, tell them that you are Jiang Wang's good friend. As long as they are willing to let you go, Jiang Wang is willing to spend money, and he is willing to spend a lot of money."
The corners of Zhu Biqiong's chapped lips moved upward slightly.
She smiled.
