After passing through the small door on the iron fence and stepping into the corridor with prison cells on both sides, Jiang Wang suddenly felt his entire body become much heavier. 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," Grandma Bizhu explained.
The prison cells on both sides had iron fences as walls. This was to make it easier for the jailers to observe the prisoners inside at any time.
The sound of Grandma Bizhu's dragon-headed walking stick hitting the corridor was very clear. But none of the prisoners curled up in the cell looked outside.
They seemed to have lost the emotion of "curiosity."
This undoubtedly cast a shadow over Jiang Wang's heart.
As he walked further in, there were no more iron fences. There were only stone doors. Apart from a small square opening, there was no other possibility of observation. Presumably, the prisoners in between were more important, so the prison cells were designed with more consideration in mind.
The corridor was still very long, so long that he couldn't see the end.
There were illuminating pearls embedded in the ceiling at intervals, but the end of this corridor still seemed to be connected to a bottomless abyss. He couldn't see clearly, and there was a sense of horror hidden.
Granny Bizhu stopped here.
"I won't go in," she said sadly. "I can't bear to see Qiong 'er suffer."
On the wall between the two stone rooms, there was a shelf that looked like a candlestick. Jiang Wang didn't know what it was at first, until Grandma Bizhu took out an incense stick and stuck it on it.
She used her skinny index finger to gently cut off four-fifths of the incense stick, and the remaining half spontaneously burned.
"You only have so much time," Grandma Bizhu said.
Jiang Wang didn't say anything. He just nodded.
Grandma Bizhu must have talked to the jailers earlier. She took out a stone key and opened the stone door.
She stood by the door and didn't look in, as if she really couldn't bear to see it.
For some reason, Jiang Wang suddenly felt a little hesitant.
He came to the Isle of Huai with a clear goal, which was to see Zhu Biqiong. Once he said it, nothing could stop him. Before the Sea Sacrifice, he had already planned to see Zhu Biqiong.
But now that he was outside the door, with only a wall between them, he suddenly felt a little scared.
What happened to the friend who risked his life to deliver the message for him?
What kind of hard life did she lead in such a heavily guarded Sea Prison?
He was very uneasy, but he still stepped into the cell.
The incense on the shelf reminded him that there was no time to hesitate.
This had been the case for many times along the way. There was no time for him to be weak.
He always faced it this way.
He stepped into the stone room and closed the stone door behind him.
The stone chamber was very dark, but that didn't stop Jiang Wang from seeing everything clearly.
The entire stone chamber was about ten steps square, which was more spacious than he had imagined.
It was quite clean. There was no stench, only the faint smell of the sea breeze. It was unknown where the wind came from in such a deep place.
Two iron shackles were nailed to the wall opposite the door.
A weak woman with long hair was hung on the wall by iron shackles.
Her head was lowered and her breathing was slow. She was probably asleep.
The sound of the door opening didn't wake her up.
She was like a broken puppet, abandoned by a child who liked the new and disliked the old. So she was casually hung in a place, waiting for the day when she would be completely thrown away.
She was the delicate girl who was chased out of Qingyang Town by him burning the space with flame flowers. She was the innocent girl who mistook him for a villain and cried her heart out …
Now she was hanging here.
The Dao Primordial Energy in her body had all dissipated. She didn't have any cultivation left. She was no longer a transcendent cultivator, but an ordinary girl.
Her long hair hung in front of her, covering her face.
Jiang Wang casually made a spell, wanting to condense two stone pillars to help her stand on. Her wrists had been hung until they were purplish-black, almost crippled.
But the elemental energy dissipated as soon as it gathered. Because of special restrictions, Dao techniques couldn't be used in this cell.
Jiang Wang wanted to cut two holes in the stone wall to give her feet a foothold so that she wouldn't have to carry all her weight on her wrists like she was now.
But he didn't know what would happen if he broke the stone wall.
He wanted to cut off the shackles and take Zhu Biqiong away.
But it was impossible for him to take Zhu Biqiong out of here.
Jiang Wang could only sigh in his heart. He held her calf with one arm and lifted her up.
"No! No! Don't! "
Zhu Biqiong seemed to have woken up from a nightmare. She kept kicking her legs, but her strength was so weak.
She was so weak that even her cries were empty.
"It's me, it's me. Fellow Daoist Zhu, don't be afraid. I'm Jiang Wang. "
Jiang Wang comforted her. He flicked a flame with his other hand and hung it in front of his face. Then he raised his head to let Zhu Biqiong see his face clearly.
Fortunately, the magical power came from his body and wasn't affected. This was why the True Samadhi Fire could be flicked out.
It was the first time Jiang Wang did something so extravagant as using the True Samadhi Fire to illuminate his face.
Zhu Biqiong lowered her head. Through her messy long hair, she finally saw Jiang Wang's face.
"Wu …"
She pursed her lips. She tried very hard to hold it in, but she still cried.
Her cries were so weak, faintly whimpering, as if she couldn't catch her breath at any time.
She was crying, but there were no tears because her tears had already dried up.
Her wrist had been temporarily relieved, but it was still motionless, indicating that she had already lost consciousness.
"It's okay." Jiang Wang reached out and gently pushed away the long hair covering her eyes. He tucked it behind her ear and said softly, "It's okay."
"I-I'm sorry …" She wept for a while, and her dry and pale lips quivered, "I've already said it.
"What's wrong?" Jiang Wang asked her softly, "What did you say?"
Zhu Biqiong closed her eyes. She seemed to be too tired, but she tried very hard to open her eyes. She said in a weak voice, "You have Desheng Trading Company. Xiaoxiao is in charge of Qingyang Town. Qian Qian is in charge of flying swords. There is also Zhang Hai who is in charge of alchemy. You have a good relationship with Zhong Xuansheng … Wuwuwu, I, I told you. I didn't want to say it, but … it's so painful. Wu wu wu … "
One could completely imagine what kind of torture there would be in the Sea Prison. It was definitely not something a greenhouse flower like Zhu Biqiong could endure.
"It's okay. I don't blame you. If it were me, I wouldn't be able to endure that kind of torture. Moreover, what you said is not a secret. It won't hurt me at all. "
Jiang Wang supported her with one hand. He comforted her softly while slowly mobilizing his Dao Energy to help her tidy up the Tongtian Palace that had already been shattered into a mess.
Her Tongtian Palace had completely collapsed, and there was no possibility of rebuilding it. Jiang Wang was very clear about this matter.
But what he was doing now was like cleaning up the rubble in a collapsed house. He couldn't rebuild the house, but at least he could make the ruins of the house look a little tidier, thereby reducing Zhu Biqiong's pain — but this might 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 a lot of money. "
Zhu Biqiong's cracked lips slightly moved up.
She smiled.
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