Red Heart Survey

After crossing the small door on the iron gate and stepping into the corridor with cells on both sides, Jiang Wang felt that his whole body suddenly became much heavier, and even a simple step required more strength.

"In this area, everyone will be under more pressure, this is to prevent some prisoners from having too much energy." Granny Bizhu explained.

The cells on both sides are walled with iron bars, which is for the convenience of the jailer to observe the situation of the prisoners inside at any time.

The sound of Granny Bizhu's dragon-headed cane being tapped on the corridor was very clear. But none of the prisoners curled up in the cell looked out.

They seem to have lost the emotion of "curiosity".

This undoubtedly cast a shadow over Jiang Wang's heart.

Going further in, there is no iron gate, only stone gates. Except for a small square opening, there is no possibility of observation at all. It must be that the prisoners are more important, and the strength of the cell is more considered when designing the cell.

The corridor is still very long, so long that there is no end in sight.

Obviously, there are illuminated orbs embedded on the top every certain distance, but the end of this corridor still seems to be connected to the bottomless abyss. Can't see clearly, and there is a sense of horror hidden.

Grandma Bi Zhu stopped here.

"I won't go in." She wailed, "I don't want Qiong'er to suffer."

On the wall between the two stone chambers, there is a shelf similar to a candlestick. Jiang Wang didn't know what it was for at first, until Grandma Bi Zhu took out a stick of incense and stuck it in it.

She swiped lightly with her skinny index finger, and four-fifths of the incense was amputated, and the remaining half ignited spontaneously.

"You only have so much time," said Granny Bizhu.

Jiang Wang didn't speak, just nodded.

Presumably because 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 by herself and didn't take a look in, as if she really couldn't bear it.

For some reason, Jiang Wang suddenly felt hesitant.

He came all the way to Huai Island with a clear goal, which is to save Zhu Biqiong. Once a word is spoken, there is no hindrance. Taking a look at Zhu Biqiong before the sea festival is also something that has been decided long ago.

But at the moment, he was outside the door, only separated by a wall, and he suddenly became a little scared.

What is the friend who took the risk to deliver the message for him now?

What kind of hard life did she live in such a heavily guarded prison?

He was disturbed, but he stepped into the cell anyway.

The burning incense on the shelf reminded him that there was no time to hesitate.

As has been the case many times along the way, he has no time for weakness.

He always faces it like this.

Stepping into the stone room, the stone door behind him has been closed.

The stone room was very dark, but it didn't prevent Jiang Wang from seeing clearly.

The entire stone room is about ten steps square, which is a little more spacious than imagined.

It's fairly clean, there's nothing foul-smelling, just a faint smell of sea breeze—I don't know where the wind comes from such a deep seabed.

In the middle of the wall opposite the door, there are two iron shackles nailed.

A weak woman with loose hair was hung on the wall by iron shackles.

She lowered her head, breathing slowly, she should have fallen asleep.

The sound of the door opening didn't wake her up.

She is like an old puppet, rejected by children who love the new and dislike the old, so she is hung in one place randomly, waiting for the day when she is completely thrown away.

That delicate girl who was driven out of Qingyang Town by him burning the space with flames, that innocent girl who mistakenly thought he was a villain and cried so hard...

Hang here now.

The Dao Yuan in the body has all dissipated, and there is no more cultivation base. 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 pinched a Dao Jue casually, trying to condense two stone piles to help her feet, because her wrists had been hung black and purple, and they were almost crippled.

But once the Yuanli gathers, it dissipates. Due to special restrictions, Taoism cannot be used in this cell.

Jiang Wang wanted to cut two pits on the stone wall so that her feet would have a landing point, 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 one sword and take Zhu Biqiong away.

But he decided it was impossible, and took Zhu Biqiong out of here.

Jiang Wang could only let out a long sigh in his heart, put one arm around her calf, and lifted her up halfway.

"No! Don't! Don't!"

Zhu Biqiong seemed to wake up from a nightmare, kicking her legs non-stop, but her strength was so weak,

She was so weak that even her crying was vain.

"It's me, it's me. Fellow Daoist Bamboo, don't be afraid. I'm Jiang Wang."

Relieved, Jiang Wang popped out a little flame with his other hand and hung it in front of his face. Then she raised her head so that Zhu Biqiong could see herself clearly.

Fortunately, the supernatural powers originate from oneself and are not affected. This is the only way the true fire of Samadhi can pop out.

It was the first time for Jiang Wang to do such a luxurious thing with Samadhi real fire lighting.

Zhu Biqiong lowered her head, and finally saw Jiang Wang's face through her messy long hair.

"Woo..."

She pursed her mouth and tried very hard to hold back, but she cried out anyway.

Her crying was so weak and she swallowed faintly, as if she could not catch her breath at any time.

She was crying but there were no tears, because the tears had dried up long ago.

Her wrist has been temporarily relieved, but it is still motionless, indicating that she has lost consciousness.

"It's okay." Jiang Wang stretched out his hand, and gently helped her push away the long hair covering her eyes, pinning 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 everything.

"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 firm, Xiaoxiao is in charge of Qingyang Town, and Xiangqian is practicing flying swords. , and there is Zhang Hai, an alchemist, you have a very good relationship with Chongxuansheng... woo woo woo, I've said it all. I don't want to say it, but...it's so painful. Woo woo woo..."

It is entirely conceivable what kind of torture there will be in the prison. That is definitely not something that a small 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 doesn't do me any harm."

Jiang Wang half-supported her with one hand. While comforting softly, he 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. Jiang Wang was very aware of this.

But what he is doing now is like cleaning up rubble in a collapsed house. It is impossible to rebuild the house, but at least the ruins of the house can be made to look tidy, 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, a lot of money."

The corners of Zhu Biqiong's chapped lips moved up slightly.

she laughed.

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