Chapter 635.

Underground prison, no sun or moon.

The nine floors of this Yongle Dungeon held more than just thousands of prisoners.

There were also a large number of jailers like Wang Chen.

The dawning hour had just arrived, and he instantly awoke from his slumber.

The inside of the dungeon was filled with Yin Fiendish Qi, which mixed with the spiritual Qi of heaven and earth to form a special environmental atmosphere.

Cultivators in the dungeon were easily sleepy and needed to sleep longer than normal in order to regain their optimal state of mind, so the guards worked day and night shifts.

Last night, Wang Chen didn’t have a night shift, so he had a long sleep.

After getting up and washing up, Wang Chuan left his residence and went to the prison hall in District C6 to start his shift.

He received his duty belt tag and a serving of Immortal Food.

The duty waist tag is equivalent to a jailer’s work permit, which needs to be claimed once for each duty, and then handed over at the end of the day, and can’t be carried outside.

The immortal food is the daily ration for the jailers, similar to the military rations in Wang Chuan’s previous life, customized rationing and exclusive packaging, rich in nutrition but the taste is hard to say.

Often the jailers complained, this immortal food for the dog will not eat!

But the immortal food contains abundant spiritual energy and qi and blood essence, which is very beneficial to the cultivators who work in the dungeon for a long time.

Therefore everyone cursed and grumbled and ate their meals as usual.

“Wang Dust.”

The cultivator in charge of ordering in the Supervision Hall said with a smile, “You’ve been performing well lately, you’ll soon be promoted to official jailer.”

Wang Dust smiled, “I take your good advice.”

He had already heard the other party say the same words three times.

Every time he heard it, he heard an unkind flavor, like gloating, like derision and mockery.

But Wang Chen never pretended not to understand.

A special environment can easily distort a person’s mind.

After staying in the dungeon for a long time, both the officials in charge and the jailers tend to have some psychological problems.

For example, Wang Chuan’s most familiar Dan Lingfeng, who was often godly, would say something unintelligible after a jug of spirit wine was consumed.

As for the twisted character, gloomy and malicious, insensitive ……

The dungeons of Yongle are full of people who are not in a position to understand what is going on!

This Yongle dungeon has nine layers, one layer and eight doors, devouring an unknown number of prisoners and jailers.

Hanging the duty tag on his waist, Wang Chen carried the food box and started the day’s work.

The food box was a special space item that held the fixed food for the prisoners, also called prisoner food.

After passing through a cell, Wang Dust opened the food box and took out a portion of the fixed food, pushing it into the small specialized window for the prisoners to take their own food.

Only one meal was given in three days.

Prisoners locked in the dungeon were all blocked from magical power and not given enough spirit food, just to keep them in a long-term weak state, experiencing the pain of the Yin Fury Qi attack day and night, and not having the strength to break out of the dungeon and escape.

It is said that since the Yongle dungeon was built, it has held countless prisoners.

However, only three of them escaped by their own strength!

This was still what Dan Lingfeng secretly told Wang Chen after he got drunk, saying that the names of these three people couldn’t even be mentioned, or else they would lead to huge trouble.

“This kind little brother ……”

When Wang Dust shoved a fixing into the window, the prisoner lying inside pleaded with dying breath, “Can you give me one more serving of food, I’m about to die, I just want to have a full meal before I die.”

“When I get to the Yellow Springs, I don’t want to become a starving ghost!”

Sounds very miserable, and this prisoner’s hair is white and ragged, his body is withered and stooped, a look of a lamp running out of oil, looking at it makes people feel pity.

However, Wang Chen’s heart was like iron, and he was simply indifferent.

Turning his head, he walked away.

“Really.”

The old prisoner who was dying just a moment ago moved nimbly to rise from the ground, probing his hand to grab the paper lunch box resting on the small window.

“Young people nowadays, ah, they don’t know how to respect their seniors at all, they’re too impolite!”

While spitting, he wolfed down the entire box of fixed food in three or two bites.

At the end, he rubbed the meal box and stuffed it into his mouth as well.

Chewed and swallowed!

At this time, Wang Dust hadn’t even taken ten steps out.

Although he didn’t have eyes in the back of his head, he was probably clear about the other side and was not surprised.

What kind of people are in this dungeon, there are innocent people who have been wronged, there are also poor people who have suffered doom and gloom.

But more than that, there were ferocious maniacs who were great traitors and evil.

Wang Chen did not have the ability to distinguish whether they were innocent or not, so no matter what kind of people were locked up in the dungeon, whether it was a delicate beauty or a senile old man, just treat them as NPCs.

When the fixed food in the food box was distributed to the last one, he found that the innermost cell in Area C6 was empty.

That charming and heavenly-boned Rain Concubine had unexpectedly disappeared.

Dead?

Wang Dust was slightly stunned.

Since entering the Yongle Dungeon as a jailer, Wang Dust’s deepest impression was undoubtedly this Acacia Sect female cultivator.

It wasn’t that the other party was the prettiest and most eye-pleasing within the crowd of prisoners, but rather that her seductiveness and ferocity index were directly proportional.

Those sinful cultivators who were sent to the opposite side of Yu Fei’s cell to be imprisoned, often within a few days were either obsessed or committed suicide by self-inflicted injuries, and Wang Chuan had witnessed how one of the prisoners had gone crazy.

That scenario was chilling to think about!

But Fei Yu did not dare to use similar tactics on the guards, Wang Chuan was seduced by her a few times, but it was more like teasing, after the two were familiar with each other, she became serious instead.

When Wang Chuan inspected here, he would occasionally have a few words with Consort Yu.

Somehow, realizing that this Acacia Sect female cultivator had disappeared, his heart felt a little disappointed.

Shaking his head, Wang Chen expelled the inexplicable emotions out of his sea of consciousness.

He turned back and continued to patrol along the fixed route in Area C6.

Only at nightfall did Wang Chen return to the Supervisory Hall.

He had just handed in his belt tag and food box, when the cultivator in charge of the counting pointed to the room next to him, “Wang Dust, Lord Chen wants to see you, quickly go in.”

This cultivator was not the one from the morning, and Wang Dust quickly saluted, “Yes.”

When he knocked on the door of the room over there, he only saw a middle-aged cultivator in a Confucian shirt sitting inside, writing furiously without lifting his head, “Sit.”

“Thank you, my lord!”

Wang Chen sat down on the chair beside the table.

This middle-aged cultivator was the supervisor of District C6, and his position of authority was second only to the Jindan jailer Lu Peng, who had brought Wang Duan down in the first place.

Lu Peng didn’t care much about prison matters, and he was usually seen as the head of the dragon, so he was the real person in charge of the C6 District.

Wang Dust had been here for three months and had only seen the other party four or five times.

“Wang Chuan, right?”

The middle-aged cultivator put down the wolf brush in his hand and looked at Wang Dust with a bland gaze, “How long have you been here in the Forbidden Prison Division?”

Wang Dust’s heart tightened, “Reporting back to Your Honor, it’s been three months.”

“Three months ah.”

The middle-aged cultivator seemed to recall something and asked seemingly offhandedly, “I remember you were brought down by Realizer Lu, right?”

Wang Chen replied, “Yes.”