Chapter 111: Jailer
lso kept in the dark about the truth.As for Zhuang Gaoxian, the Qingjiang River stretching 800 miles was already his to command. He acknowledged that Song Hengjiang had made concessions, but he didn't..."Come in," Bi Zhu Granny sighed inexplicably, then said.
Jiang Wang was very suspicious that once he went in, if Bi Zhu Po had ill intentions and closed the stone gate, he would have no chance of rushing out. But there was a reason why Bi Zhu Po wouldn't harm him at this time.
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He came openly to Diaohailou, and Qi was his safe haven.
So he walked down the corridor first.
Upon entering, I realized that the passage was not as narrow as it appeared from outside. It was much wider than I had anticipated.
When standing outside, one couldn't see things too clearly due to the limitations of the entrance and likely some array formations. This corridor was at least four chariots wide and at least three meters high.
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Grape-sized beads, arranged in a mysterious pattern, unfolded on the walls of the passage. They vaguely resembled some kind of design. But pulling back too far, too much distance, made it impossible to visualize it clearly in one's mind.
The worrying thing didn't happen. Bi Zhu Po, leaning on her dragon-headed cane, also walked into the corridor.
The stone gate behind them did indeed slowly rise, but with an elder from the Fishing Sea Tower standing nearby, there was nothing much to worry about.
Before walking any deeper, Jiang Wang turned back for a look. The entrance was reduced to a single slit, letting in the light from outside the prison, which was soon completely sealed off by the falling stone gate.
It gives people a sense of inexplicable oppression, as if some hope has been extinguished as well.
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“Is this stone gate merely strong and heavy It doesn't seem like it could stop a powerful person.” Jiang Wang asked as if casually.
"Of course, there's more to it." Bi Zhu Po seemed to sense his uneasiness and spoke with great kindness: "If I hadn't moved the door just now, the formation would have activated."
Jiang Wang didn't ask what the specific formation pattern was, just stopped and waited for a while, walking side by side with Bi Zhu Po.
After walking a few steps, Bi Zhu Po suddenly cautioned, “If anyone speaks to you later, just placate them and don’t offend them casually.”
This serious attitude is really a bit nerve-wracking.
"What kind of people would they be" Jiang Wang asked.
“Jailer.” That’s all the old woman with the jade bead said, and she refused to speak another word.
Her aged back did not pause, continuing to go deeper.
Jiang Wang also had no choice but to follow him in.
The passage was very long, and the deeper it went, the longer it seemed to get. Judging by the distance covered, they must have reached the seabed and were still descending.
The long corridor led to another heavy stone gate at the end. There was still no one guarding it.
Jiang Wang pictured the pattern of jewels lining the path he had just walked, and suddenly realized... it was a dragon!
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On both sides of the corridor, two divine dragons were outlined with jewels!
Double Dragon Town Jail
The Diao Hailou really likes to mistreat dragons, making dragon coins, building dragon-bone ships, and using dragons as prison wall murals.
It seems that everything is deliberately echoing, they created a legend about their founder: "One person alone, fishing for dragons on the edge of the world."
This time, there was no need to push the door. Bi Zhu's grandmother directly grasped the doorknob on the stone gate, lightly knocked twice and then let go.
Jiang Wang suddenly felt as if he were being watched by a cold, piercing gaze. The feeling was like having insects crawling under your skin, making you extremely uncomfortable.
Fortunately, "observation" ended soon.
After a short while, the stone gate was pulled open from inside.
Standing behind the door, just having opened it for them, was a ragged drunkard. With hair like a chicken coop and without looking back, he walked inside.
It seemed as if he didn't care at all about Jiang Wang and the others coming over.
Bi Zhu PoPo said nothing, and Jiang Wang remained silent.
Not far from Shimen, there was a dirty table covered with haphazardly placed dominoes.
There were three other people, sitting crookedly in the three places at the table. Two of them were shirtless, each exposing their chest hair and fat. The one wearing clothes had one hand rubbing his toes.
In short, one is worse than the other in terms of appearance, and wine glasses are toppling over at their feet.
Before, they seemed to be drinking and playing Mahjong.
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These people should be the jailers that Bi Zhu Po mentioned, completely different from what Jiang Wang imagined. Someone who could make Bi Zhu Po seriously issue a warning must be a dangerous person. At the very least, they should have a cold and ruthless look, exuding killing intent, only then would it be somewhat similar to the image in mind.
Unexpectedly, they were like a group of disoriented homeless people.
But Jiang Wang thought about it again, perhaps because they could only eat and wait for death here with no other way out, so they were especially dangerous
The chicken coop head who opened the door for Madam BiZhu walked straight to an empty space, burped, and grumbled: "Whoever dares to change my place, I'll make them pay!"
Ten steps behind this table, there is a cast iron fence. The fence has only one gate, which is already open.
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Through the gaps in the fence, one could see that beyond it lay another long corridor. But this time, instead of walls on either side, there were individual cells.
Some jails have people, some don't. But they are all quiet.
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“Fuck your mother!” the shaved-head guard on the opposite side spat, “What good are those lousy cards you got”
Ji Wòtou slammed his fist on the table: "You really did look at my cards!"
He mixed up all the tiles on the table with his hand: "You cheated! This round doesn't count!"
"Cheers!"
The jailer muttered under his breath, but he clearly acknowledged the accusation and didn't stop Ji Wotu from reshuffling the cards.
Bi Zhu Po didn't greet them, she walked toward the iron fence by herself. Jiang Wang followed her silently.
"Hey!" Taking advantage of the moment when Chicken Coop Head was shuffling the cards, the prison guard with cracked heels squinted at Jiang Wang a few times: "Haven't seen you before, where are you from"
Jiang Wang thought about Bi Zhu Po's warning and replied, "Linzi."
“Oh, Qi Ren!”
He wasn't really saying anything bad, just repeating information. After finishing his sentence, he went back to picking at his calluses.
But the jailer, who was already shuffling the cards, suddenly stopped and rubbed his messy hair.
Turning his face, he looked at Jiang Wang with curiosity: "Since you are from Qi, why don't you tell us how Bi Yuan died"
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The other three jailers also turned their eyes over, instantly making people feel some pressure.
"Bi Yuanjie" Jiang Wang frowned. He had never heard of that name.
“He was also a jailer here, but he escaped.” Bi Zhu’s voice explained ahead: “Later, he joined Hell's Gate and became one of the Yan Luo Kings. I think it was... Bian Cheng Wang.”
Hell has no gate, King Bian is the jailer of the prison sea!
Every King Yanluo is a peak powerhouse of the outer courtyard. That is to say, these four guys who play Pai Gow and don't care about their appearance should also be at this level.
Four peak-level martial artists from outside the city became prison guards! Added to that, there's Bi Yuanjie who escaped before. That makes a total of five!
The power of the guards in this prison, Jiang Wang knew it was the strongest he had ever seen.
... No...
Jiang Wang suddenly thought again, since that Bi Yuanjie was a jailer, why did he want to "escape"
It's always the prisoners who escape from jail, never the guards.
Unless, the jailer here cannot leave on their own. They are also under some kind of restriction...
Thinking these things over, Jiang Wang honestly replied, “It seemed like the leader of the night watchman was killed by a palm strike in Lin Hai County.”
The four jailers dealing the cards looked at each other, their expressions a mixture of smiles and frowns, laughter and tears.
>Then they continued drawing cards. No one looked at Jiang Wang again.ongest instinct. This power was born in the land of the divine stomach, where even those withered leaves, at their edges, shone with a ghastly white gleam.Leaves fluttering became steel forged a hundr...