"This is Ji's first time back to prison. Is there anything I should pay attention to?"

The old man was hunched over, his throat seemed to be filled with thick phlegm, and he spoke in a confused manner:

"The imperial prison is divided into nine floors. The upper three floors are for the detention of those corrupt officials who have committed serious crimes.

They are more or less valuable, so they are locked up here to survive and are not allowed to see the light of day all year round.

On the middle and third floors, most of them are heretical evil spirits, some of them are minions of the Four Gods, their minds are infected and they are hopeless.

They are bloodthirsty and greedy for sex, and there are even some non-human beasts who like to eat human flesh and poison the whole village.

The reason why he is not dead is probably because he hides secrets that have not been discovered yet, or he may have other uses.

The lower three floors... I have never been there either. Only the governor of Black Dragon Terrace can enter and exit.

Even the two commanders of Nan Ya and Bei Ya are not qualified."

Black Dragon Terrace?

Governor?

It seems that the prison standards are very high.

You have to go beyond your own guessing.

"Thanks for clearing up the confusion."

Ji Yuan's heart trembled when he heard this. According to this statement, the cells on the seventh, eighth and ninth floors were.

It is probably an important place to suppress the master demon and the great rebel.

"My surname is 'Zhou' and my first name is 'Yi'. The people of Qianhu call me 'Zhou Laotou'."

The pale old figure took off an ancient bronze lamp and gently fiddled with the wick.

After shaking twice more, the flames condensed into a beam, illuminating the deep void.

The stone steps slowly spread downward, leading to an unknown place.

"This dilapidated cave was originally called the 'Mud Plow Sutra' and is extremely close to the underworld's underworld.

Later, after a great war, it became torn into pieces, and all its ideas had long since escaped, leaving no trace at all.

Because every five days, the Nine Nether Cold Wave will erupt. The stronger the Qi and blood of the martial arts master, the greater the damage he will suffer.

So the Governor Ying took it and personally marked out nine areas to serve as prisons to imprison serious criminals."

Zhou Laotou carried the ancient bronze lamp and walked down, explaining its origin.

"Unjustly accused..."

"Come here! I want to see the Minister of War..."

"Three generations of my family have made contributions to the imperial court and shed blood..."

Ji Yuan walked down the stairs and heard many intermittent and chaotic sounds.

"These are prisoners who have been incarcerated for a short period of time. They have not yet adapted to their situation. After two days of starvation, they will no longer have the energy to howl."

Zhou Laotou's tone was flat, as if he was used to it.

"The prison only delivers meals once a day, and there are no great elixirs to replenish the depleted energy and blood. Someone like you, Qianhu, who has a strong body and sufficient energy, can probably survive for two or three years.

An ordinary thing turns into a diseased person in less than half a month. Not to mention crying about injustice, even moving your fingers is too tired."

Ji Yuan's mouth twitched. He didn't want to go to the imperial prison and experience what it was like.

There is no sun or moon in this ruined cave, and it is shrouded in gloomy thick fog all year round.

A few days later, there was still a cold wave from the Nine Netherworld that eroded the muscles and bones and wiped out the Qi and blood.

Even if the Grandmaster of the Five Realms falls in, it feels difficult to withstand it.

No wonder those officials in the court and the remnants of the world.

Even the minions of the four gods who don't care about life and death bring harm to the country and rebel against the party.

When they heard the word "prison", they were as scared as tigers and avoided it.

"Here we are, this is the third level of the Imperial Prison, the Jia Tian Prison."

Zhou Laotou held an ancient bronze lamp and said slowly:

"Children of Qianhu, please do as you please. If anything happens, call me again."

Ji Yuan nodded, took down a torch from the wall, and walked to Cell No. 7.

The light flickers on and off, and a dark wind blows from time to time.

It was like an invisible thing roaring in a low voice, trying to gnaw away its own flesh and blood.

The deeper you go, the heavier the frost-like cold air becomes, surging in all directions like the touch of a snake or a snake.

It rolled like a living creature and made all kinds of weird noises.

There were the sounds of chains shaking, cries for help from drowning, screams of throats being cut open, and many strange, thin and dense movements, like crawling on the ground.

"It's just a ghost, but it's here to make a fuss!"

Ji Yuan sneered, there was no need to activate the masculine energy and blood, he only summoned the fierce god who suppressed his destiny.

The red python's clothes automatically swayed in circles of thin snake-like soul-destroying underworld flames without wind.

Tsk tsk, tsk tsk tsk!

It's like fat meat pressed on a red-hot iron plate!

Those wandering souls of Yin Qi that had accumulated over time suddenly rolled up like waves.

Accompanied by sharp and long hisses, they continued to melt and turned into tangible gray-white airflow.

Ji Yuan's eyes were cold and he simply invited the God of Travel to possess him.

Just open your mouth and suck it in, then eat all the remaining souls.

It's like swallowing ice cubes in the middle of summer, which gives you a refreshing feeling that's refreshing.

"Ferocious! Too fierce!"

"Harder than a ghost, run!"

"Eat ghosts! People eat ghosts..."

In the A-shaped prison, the lingering ghosts dispersed instantly, as if they were frightened to death.

They have always been the only ones to suck the essence of living people and eat their flesh and blood.

Have you ever seen a person from the Yang world who swallows Yin energy and eats Yin souls!

"Are you the Taoist Baishu?"

After cleaning up the ghosts, Ji Yuan came to Cell No. 7

It is no different from other prisons. It is nothing more than a huge cage made of fine iron as thick as an arm.

A thin figure in tattered Taoist robes was sitting inside with shackles and handcuffs.

"That's me! Qianhu robe? Given a python robe? Looking so young, could it be that you got promoted by selling your ass?"

Taoist Baishu is indeed a Jianghu evildoer imprisoned in the third-level prison. Compared with the weak prisoners on the first and second levels, he appears to be much more energetic.

He was originally a Qi practitioner who practiced Taoism, so he was not harmed much by Jiuyou's cold wave.

In addition, he took a side road and managed to contain some miscellaneous Yin Qi, and his strength was preserved to eight or nine points.

It is simply much better than other felons in prison who are worse off than death.

"Yes, I appreciate your current unruly look. Keep it up."

Ji Yuan waved his sleeves, swept open the closed cage, and strode inside.

"What are you going to do? Boy, don't take advantage of Jing Chao's status as a hawk dog to be so arrogant that you corner the Taoist master and eat you alive!"

Taoist Baishu was also very arrogant. He stood up violently with a clanking sound of iron chains.

Those slightly yellow eyes exuded an evil and inhuman aura.

"Very good, there is still a bit of madness. I need such a crazy person who treats life as nothing but a piece of evil!"

Not only was Ji Yuan not annoyed, he nodded with satisfaction and said:

"For some reasons, I am going to extract your soul later. If you have any last words, please tell me in advance.

By the way, I hope your emotions will become more intense,

It's better to have the kind of extreme resentment, the strong murderous intention that wants to skin me and tear me apart...

If you can't do it, I can only do it myself."

Taoist Baishu opened his eyes wide and stared blankly at this young Qianhu who was talking slowly and calmly, as if he was having a friendly discussion.

He didn't know whether it was because he had been locked up for too long, or because the world outside was changing too quickly.

Why is it that the imperial official of Beizhen Fusi is more like an evil person than himself?
To be continued...