Several monks from the front came out to greet them and chatted with the disciples of the Law Enforcement Hall. What was puzzling was that these monks were all wearing fancy clothes and armor, just like sergeants.
The dark-faced Law Enforcement Hall disciples greeted these Jin Decorators. Several Jin Decorators were more polite and hurriedly led them to a small room to greet them, while the other handyman disciples were waiting aside.
Only a fat, squinty-eyed decorator was left to take the tokens in the hands of the disciples of the Enforcement Hall, took a look at them, and continued to move forward with the three of them.
The law enforcement hall disciple who was pulled into the room couldn't escape for a moment. He glanced at Su Xing from inside the room and said nothing.
After crossing a low corridor, the front suddenly opened up, and the faint screams from somewhere became brighter. The tall prisons on both sides stretched forward, dotted with blazing braziers along the way.
Most of the cells were empty, and the few monks in the few occupied cells were all skinny and disheveled. When they saw a few people coming in, they looked up numbly, then lowered their heads.
Without exception, these people had their arms tied to a huge stone shackle. If they wanted to walk, they could only use their skinny bodies to drag the stone shackle and move slowly on the ground.
Su Xing's heart moved. These monks could faintly feel the spiritual energy in their bodies, but it was not active and seemed to be suppressed. It seemed that most of these stone shackles had the effect of restricting magic power.
At this time, all the means of silence and silence on the three of them had disappeared, and Su Xing asked aloud:
"This senior brother, I don't know where he is taking the three of us."
The fat monk looked back at him, his eyes narrowed even more:
"Which mountain peak are you a disciple of?"
Su Xing was silent and replied:
"Bring rain to Yuli Peak."
Unexpectedly, after hearing this, he turned around and slapped Su Xing.
Su Xing's face darkened, and he moved back slightly.
This monk, who was only at the fifth level of Qi training, was suddenly dodged by Su Xing, staggering and almost losing his balance.
Several chuckles came from the cell next to him.
The fat monk's face turned red, anger appeared, and he looked around:
"Who's laughing?"
No one responded, and everyone in the prison avoided looking and lowered their heads in silence.
Qicai looked at Su Xing again:
"You still dare to hide? A mere spiritual husband entered our law enforcement hall and dared to be so rampant. It seems that you can't wait for that killing blow. I will teach you a lesson first."
Su Xing looked at him coldly, and was about to speak, but Yue Du stood in front of him, raising his head slightly, and the breath of the ninth level of Qi training immediately made the other party throw a tantrum:
"Senior brother, even if the three of us are sent to prison, we will be temporarily detained for investigation and not counted as prisoners. I am the first-level pharmacist of the Dancao Hall, and this uncle is the second-level pharmacist of the Dancao Hall. I think we will be able to wait until the investigation is clear soon. When you get out, I hope that my senior brother will not treat you like a prisoner."
The fat monk's expression froze and he glanced at Yan Shengfang. These people were indeed detained temporarily. But he was used to being domineering in this prison, and he was treated like a prisoner, not to mention that he only chose this level of Qi training to show his power.
He reluctantly put his face away, his squinted eyes curved into greasy arcs, and said in a neutral tone:
"So that's the case. I still take prisoners into custody on a daily basis. No wonder I only said that I was being taken to Area A of the Prison and there was no custody document. Senior sister, don't blame me. I have always done my duty and I have often offended people."
Then without saying much, he turned around and walked forward, glancing at Su Xing as if unintentionally.
After turning a corner and passing through a corridor, it was no longer dark ahead. The walls were dotted with fist-sized luminous pearls, which illuminated the room brightly, and the screams from nowhere almost disappeared.
On both sides of the wall, there are not the round and thick wooden cells outside, but a series of doors embedded in the white wall, each with a number. At the entrance, there is a word "A" written on each side.
"Two senior sisters, please excuse me for now. Let's go in here and wait for the interrogation." He opened the door of a room. It didn't look like a prison. Instead, it was fully equipped with beds, tables, chairs, and stools, and it looked like a fully equipped living room.
The two girls glanced at Su Xing, seeming a little worried, and Yue Du said:
"Su Xing, after I get out, I will continue to teach you medicine."
Yan Shengfang also thought of something and said, "I will ask my uncle to help you clear up your doubts when the time comes."
Both women said this in front of the fat monk, obviously wanting to support Su Xing.
Su Xing nodded. The fat monk heard this and said nothing. After the two women entered, the door closed automatically.
Just lead the way:
"Stop looking and let's go."
After walking a few hundred meters further with Su Xing, he selected a room and pushed Su Xing inside.
Before Su Xing could stand still, the room suddenly became bright. The furnishings are similar to those in Yue Du's room.
With a "boom", a huge stone shackle fell to the ground.
The fat monk patted the storage bag, pointed at the dozens of night-light pearls arranged in an orderly manner above his head, and said:
"I almost forgot, the 'weak magic circle' in the cell here is broken and has not been repaired yet. I would like to trouble you to put on this pair of 'forbidden magic shackles' first."
Su Xing looked at the fat monk with an unkind expression, knowing that the other party did it on purpose, so he asked directly:
"Why don't you switch rooms with me?"
"Change to another room?" The fat monk curled his lips, glanced at Su Xing's handsome appearance, and a trace of jealousy flashed in his eyes:
"Just because of your little face? You were so obsessed with those two female cultivators that you didn't even look at what you actually are. You're just a low-grade miscellaneous spirit root and spiritual plant husband, and you're in prison. How dare you You're so talkative, do you want to change a room? Do you think you're in an inn?"
"Although I don't know what you have committed, you are only temporarily detained in Area A. However, although Area A is relatively loose, it is also a legal prison and has strict management. No one from the outside dares to reach out here, don't think those two female cultivators can help you.
Huh, I'm not bullying you, but if you don't have a weak magic circle, you have to wear a forbidden magic shackle. This is the rule.
If you dare to violate the rules of the prison, I will not be the only one to entertain you. "
Su Xing glanced at him coldly, without saying anything, and slowly stretched his hand to the middle of the stone shackles.
The stone shackles seemed to be sensitive. When he put his hand on it, the half of the shackles that were originally stretched out above immediately fell down, locking his hands in it.
Su Xing suddenly felt that his magic power was blocked and its movement was sluggish. The effect is similar to Xiao He's "quiet" words just now.
Seeing Su Xing obediently put on the shackles, a sneer appeared on the fat man's face, and he put a foot on Su Xing's shoulder. Su Xing staggered, but he did not fall to the ground because his hands were holding the heavy stone shackles.
There was pain in his shoulders, and when his body was kicked and his arms were twisted by stone shackles, there was also pain.
The fat monk squinted and smiled, holding Su Xing's shoulder with one hand to straighten him up, and gently patted away the dust from the footprints on his body with the other hand.
During the filming process, waves of stirring spiritual energy poured into Su Xing's body.
Su Xing's own spiritual energy was suppressed by the stone shackles and could not be resolved. Soon, blood poured out of his throat, and his internal organs seemed to be damaged.
But he just said nothing, swallowed the blood in his throat, and looked at the fat monk indifferently.
The fat monk was a little embarrassed by what he saw, and he smiled gloomily:
"Be careful and don't fall again. I hope to see you in Area C of the Prison in the future, and then the fat man will treat you well."
