In the prison of the palace, an eerie atmosphere filled every corner. Outside the iron window, the moonlight was blocked by thick clouds, and only occasional lightning illuminated the cell. The prisoners were locked in a corner, their faces pale and their eyes filled with despair.
Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew through, bringing with it the jingling of the iron chains outside the prison door. The sound echoed in the empty cell, eerie. Lightning flashed across the night sky again, reflecting the mottled marks on the cell door and the spiders spinning webs in the corners.
The smell of humidity and rust in the cell was suffocating. The prisoners stood close together, their breath condensing into white mist in the cold air. From time to time, a prisoner moaned softly, and the sound was particularly harsh in the dead silence.
"Pap." A crisp sound rang out from the window outside the sky prison. The patrolling jailer thought it was a bird flying over and pooping here. This situation was very difficult for him, an old man who had been working in the sky prison for many years. It's very common for the jailer, and it can be said that it's not surprising.
Just as the jailer lowered his head and yawned, a gust of cold wind came out and brushed the back of his neck. He was suddenly startled. He was thinking about how the wind was blowing in the sky prison. He looked up to find where the wind was coming from. I saw a window above that opened at some point.
The jailer was shocked. Someone had sneaked into the sky prison. If something happened and the superiors held him responsible, he would probably be unable to eat and walk away. Just when he was about to call for a search, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him. behind.
"Plop." The jailer fell straight to the ground. A figure slowly put away his hands behind him. He looked around and found that no one was there, so he dragged the unconscious jailer behind the box to avoid being caught. Patrollers discovered.
Naturally, this man was nameless. After dark, he sneaked out of the princess's mansion, came to the window of the prison, and broke into the prison quietly.
According to what Liu Hongyan told him, the above-ground part of the prison is not important. The underground part is where the prisoners are held. The guards there are several times more dense than those on the ground.
Perhaps it was night now, and there were no frightening screams as Liu Hongyan said.
Wuming had observed outside and found that his location was to the west of the prison. To get to the place where the prisoners were held below, he had to take the elevator down.
The elevator is located in the middle of the Tianlao, which means that if Wuming wants to go down, he has to go to the elevator in the middle of the Tianlao.
Wuming looked at the jailer who had just been knocked unconscious by him. An idea appeared in his mind. Wuming looked around and after confirming that no one was there, he stretched out his hand to the unconscious jailer.
A moment later, a nameless man wearing a jailer's uniform walked down the corridor of the prison.
In the dim corridor, Wuming pressed against the wall tightly, trying to hide his figure. Every beat of the light was like a drum, beating on his nervous nerves.
The lights in the corridor flickered on and off, casting a strange shadow on his figure, like a ghost wandering in the dark night.
Suddenly Wuming stood firm and heard several footsteps approaching him from the front. Wuming looked around and found a bare stone wall with no place to hide. If he knocked out so many people again, he might not be able to alert the snake.
As the footsteps got closer and closer, Wuming's palms began to sweat, and he tried hard to control his breathing, trying to make it calm.
When the three patrolling guards walked past Wuming, they didn't find anything, so they walked straight past. When the three people walked a certain distance, Wuming jumped down from the beam above. The three guards were about to come here just now. When he was walking, Wuming noticed that there was a beam lying above him, and he immediately jumped on it, avoiding the patrolling people.
Wuming escaped several patrolling guards on the way, and finally came to the elevator, but he did not act rashly.
Because when Wuming came to the elevator, he found two guards guarding it, and the switch of the elevator was controlled by a jailer. Wuming hid behind the wall not far from the elevator. He took a deep breath. He knew he couldn't alert the guards here, otherwise his plan would be ruined.
He approached the guard quietly, trying not to make a sound. He observed the guards' gaze and found that they were staring intently at the elevator switch.
Suddenly, a strange sound came from the other end of the corridor. The sound was a bit harsh, which attracted the guard's attention. Wuming took the opportunity to quickly approach the guards, and in an almost imperceptible way, he led them towards the direction from which the sound came.
Wuming quickly approached the elevator and knocked out a guard at lightning speed. When the guard's body fell and made a sound, the guard operating the elevator realized that there was someone beside him.
The guard assassin who was on duty with him had already fallen. Just when the guard wanted to shout, Wuming quickly approached, covered his mouth, and put a dagger on his neck. .
"Don't scream! If you scream, I will kill you. Then listen to me, otherwise you will never have a chance to see the sun again." At this point, Wuming paused: "If you think you can hide, You can try it in the past."
As he spoke, Wuming instantly cut off a strand of the guard's hair. The guard's pupils suddenly shrunk and his expression became extremely panicked. He quickly nodded to express his cooperation with Wuming's order. He was not to be blamed for being weak. The knife that Wuming had just struck was close to his body. His skin there was old, and if he shook it at that time, he would lose a piece of skin.
"Which floor is your boss on? There are always several floors in the prison," Wuming asked.
"The warden is...on the...fifth floor. There are...a total of nine floors in the prison." The guard's voice was trembling at this moment, and his legs were shaking uncontrollably. Now in front of the elevator The door has been closed by Wuming's order, so no one can see what's going on inside.
"Let's go to the fifth floor. Then you will take me to the warden." Wuming said.
The guard wanted to cry at this time. If the warden saw him bringing a person who sneaked in, he would definitely think that he was with Wuming. By then, his wife and children would probably be arrested as well. .
"My lord, I think I have an elder and a younger one. If I go over there, I'm afraid the younger one's whole family will be ruined!" The guard was really crying now, thinking of his son who was only a few years old, and that fifty-year-old son. He is really afraid that his old mother will be gone next year.
The guard's words made Wuming look stunned. He looked at the guard and saw that the other person's expression was full of fear and helplessness, and he couldn't help but feel a little shaken in his heart. He was silent for a moment, thinking about what Liu Hongyan had said. They were forced to work here because of their livelihood. They couldn't help themselves. Moreover, he was just a mortal, not a cultivator of the Blood God Sect. Wuming After thinking about it, I didn’t intend to embarrass him.
"Well, I won't embarrass you, just take me to the floor where the warden is, and I'll go find the warden myself." Wuming said slowly.
The guard was stunned when he heard this, and then showed an expression of relief. He quickly nodded in agreement, feeling a little grateful to this mysterious man in his heart.
The two of them arrived at the fifth floor. When the elevator door opened, there were bursts of screams and cries from the cell, which made the guards look a little heavy.
"Okay, you go up and lie down next to the person just now. Just pretend that you have been knocked unconscious." Wuming got off the elevator and waved to the guard.
The guard immediately opened the elevator and returned to the top. If he was discovered, he would lose his last chance.
Wuming discovered that the fifth floor was very different from the one above. Most of the fifth floor was made of stone walls with several iron doors. There were several windows about a foot wide on the stone walls. It looked like they were used to place meals for the prisoners. The window was not large enough for the prisoner to escape.
Wuming touched the iron door and found that it was actually made of cold iron. Wuming took out the key and looked at the keyhole of the iron door. He found that it did not match the key. Wuming looked at the locks of several other iron doors. The holes are all inconsistent.
It seems that this key is not used in the prison cell. There must be other places in the prison where this key will be used.
Wuming was walking, looking for where the warden was. During the process, he encountered many patrolling jailers, but Wuming avoided them all.
"Hey! You." At this time, Wuming had just escaped a wave of jailers and was startled by the sudden sound. Wuming looked towards the source of the sound and found that it was coming from a nearby cell. From the window of that cell, A pair of eyes looked at him.
You must know that at this time, most of the prisoners are asleep, and even the jailers are fewer than during the day. At this time, there are still people who are not asleep.
In the cell, a thin figure stood in front of the door, his face full of vicissitudes of life and exhaustion. He looked at Wuming and said in a hoarse voice: "Aren't you a jailer? Why do you hide when you meet other jailers?"
Wuming was startled by the sudden sound. He looked at the thin man and found a trace of vigilance and curiosity in his eyes.
When Wuming didn't answer, he seemed to have been in the cell for a long time, so he started talking to himself.
"My name is Ah San. I just woke up from hunger. I saw you when I got up. It's the first time I've seen you in three months since I came here. It's quite unfamiliar. Let me tell you, there is definitely something scary in the prison today. There are often prisoners here who are taken to unknown places and never come back." Ah San said slowly, with a hint of helplessness and fear in his tone.
"Is it possible that he was released after serving his sentence? Or was he sent for execution?" Wu Mingjian asked hurriedly as if he knew something.
"Impossible. None of the people on this floor are death row prisoners, and many of those taken away still have several years left in prison." Ah San retorted.
Wuming's brows furrowed. He looked at Ah San and couldn't help but feel a little confused. He suddenly remembered what Liu Hongyan once said. There were many secrets hidden in this prison. Combined with what Ah San said, he had an inference that these prisoners would be taken to the Blood God Cult for blood-sucking purposes. To practice.
