Red Heart Survey

   Chapter 849

   Crossed the small door on the iron fence and stepped into the tunnel with prison rooms on both sides. Jiang Wang felt that his whole body was suddenly heavier. Even a simple step requires more strength.

  "In this area, everyone will be more stressed. This is to avoid some prisoners from overpowering." Granny Bizhu explained.

The prison rooms on both sides of    are walled with iron bars. This is to facilitate the jailer to observe the prisoners inside at any time.

   Granny Bizhu’s dragon head cane, the sound of knocking on the corridor is very clear. But none of the prisoners curled up in the cell looked out.

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

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

  Go inside again, and there will be no iron gates, only stone gates. Except for a square hole, there is no possibility of observation at all. Presumably the prisoners are more important, and the firmness is more considered when designing the cell.

  The tunnel is still very long, and it is too long to see the end.

  Obviously, every some distance, there are illuminating orbs embedded on the top, but the end of this passage still seems to be connected to the bottomless abyss. It is not real, and there is a sense of horror hidden.

   Granny Bizhu stopped here.

   "I won't go in." She whimpered: "I don't see Qiong Er 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 Mother Bizhu took out a stick of incense and inserted it on it.

   With a light stroke with her skinny index finger, the incense was cut off by four-fifths, and the remaining half was spontaneously ignited.

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

  Jiang Wang did not speak, only nodded.

  Thinking that she had passed through the jailer's ditch earlier, and Mother Bizhu directly took out a stone key and opened the stone door.

  She stood by the door herself and didn't look inside, as if she couldn't bear it.

  Don't know why, Jiang Wang suddenly felt a little hesitant.

  He came all the way to Wai Island with a clear goal, which is to save Zhu Biqiong. With a word, everything is clear. Taking a look at Zhu Biqiong before the sea festival is also something that has been decided long ago.

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

  What is the friend who ventured to spread the message for him now?

  How hard is she living in such a heavily guarded prison sea prison?

  He was very upset, but he stepped into the cell anyway.

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

  This is the case many times along the way, and he has no time for weakness.

  He always faced it like this.

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

  The stone room was very dark, but it did not prevent Jiang Wang from seeing it clearly.

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

   is also quite clean, there is nothing foul-smelling, only a touch of sea flavor road-I don't know where the wind comes from in such a deep seabed.

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

  A weak woman with hair-drape was hung from the wall by iron shackles.

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

  The sound of opening the door did not wake her up.

  Like an old puppet, she was disgusted by children who love the new and hate the old, so she was hung in a random place, waiting for the day when she was completely thrown away.

  The pretty girl who was driven out of the space in Qingyang Town with fireworks, the innocent girl who mistakenly thought that he was a wicked person who was crying with rain...

   is hanging here now.

  The Dao Yuan in the body has all been dispersed, and there is no more cultivation base. She is no longer an extraordinary monk, but an ordinary girl.

  Long hair hanging in front of her, also covering her face.

  Jiang Wang casually pinched a Daojue, and wanted to condense two stone piles to help her pad her feet, because her wrists had been hung in black and purple, and they were almost useless.

  But the strength of the unit is dispersed as soon as it gathers. Due to special restrictions, Taoism cannot be used in this cell.

  Jiang Wang wanted to cut two dimples on the stone wall, so that her feet would have a point of force, so that all the weight was on her wrists.

  But I don’t know what the consequences of breaking the stone wall will cause.

  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 sigh in his heart, put one arm around her calf, and lifted her up.

   "No! Don't! Don't!"

  Zhu Biqiong seemed to wake up from a nightmare, kicking his legs constantly, but the strength is so weak,

  She was so weak that even the crying was vain.

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

   Jiang Wang was relieved, and used his other hand to eject a little flame, hanging in front of his face. Then he raised his head to let Zhu Biqiong see her clearly.

  Fortunately, the magical powers come from oneself and are unaffected. Only the real fire of this samādhi can pop out.

  It is the first time that Jiang Wang has done such a luxurious thing with the real fire of Samadhi.

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

   "Woo..."

  She closed her mouth, trying very hard to hold it back, but she still cried.

  Her cries were so weak, she swallowed softly, as if she couldn't catch her breath at any time.

  She was crying but she had no tears, because the tears had already dried up.

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

   "It's okay." Jiang Wang stretched out his hand and gently helped her to remove the long hair that covered her eyes, put 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 it all.

   "What's wrong?" Jiang Wang asked her softly, "What did you say?"

Zhu Biqiong closed her eyes, seeming to be too tired, but opened them very hard, and said in a weak voice: "You have a Desheng firm, Qingyang Town is in charge of small businesses, and forward is practicing Feijian. , There is also Zhang Hai who refines alchemy. You have a good relationship with Chong Xuan Sheng... Uuuu, I, I have said it all. I don't want to say it, but... it's painful. Uuuuu..."

  It is completely conceivable, what level of torture will be in the prison. That was definitely not something that Zhu Biqiong could hold.

  "It’s okay. Don’t blame you. It’s me, there’s no way to endure the torture. Besides, what you said is not a secret. It doesn’t hurt me in any way."

  Jiang Wang half-supported her with one hand. While softly relieved, Dao Yuan was slowly mobilized to sort out the messy Tongtian Palace for her.

  Her Tongtian Palace has been completely shattered, and there is no possibility of reconstruction at all. Jiang Wang realized this very clearly.

  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 it can make the ruins of the house look neater, thereby reducing Zhu Biqiong’s pain-this may also be futile.

   "You should say something more useful." Jiang Wang said: "For example, tell them that you are a good friend of Jiang Wang. As long as they are willing to let you go, Jiang Wang is willing to spend money, willing to spend a lot of money."

  Zhu Biqiong's chapped lips moved up slightly.

  She smiled.

  　Thanks to Shuyou Di D for his leader award! Add more tomorrow night!

  (End of this chapter)