Yu Fei Again

Wang Chen began his first patrol of Zone J-9.

Since he was a newcomer, he had been assigned to a veteran jailer, who would familiarize him with the patrol route.

The jailers of Yongle Dungeon were also divided into ranks.

Setting aside the bottom layer apprentice jailers, all jailers were graded according to their years of service.

Three years per rank.

Everyone started at Rank One. After working for three full years without leaving, they would automatically advance to Rank Two.

And so on.

Higher-ranked jailers received slightly better benefits.

But not by much.

Moreover, in dangerous or unusual situations, higher-ranked jailers held command authority over lower-ranked ones.

The latter had to obey the former's orders.

The two jailers who had come to Wang Chen's door yesterday to make trouble both had two silver stripes embroidered on their uniform cuffs, indicating that they had been here for more than three years but less than six.

The jailer assigned to guide Wang Chen had three silver stripes.

Yet this man seemed to dislike newcomers—or perhaps he simply disliked Wang Chen. He kept a stern face the entire way and spoke to Wang Chen only sparingly.

Given the other man's attitude, Wang Chen naturally had no intention of pressing a warm face against a cold backside.

The two awkwardly completed a patrol along the designated route. Then, as though casting off a burden, the old jailer could not wait to ditch Wang Chen and leave him to act alone.

A jailer's work was undoubtedly dull and tedious.

Walking the same route seventeen or eighteen times a day was perfectly normal.

After the old jailer left, Wang Chen was the only person remaining in the long corridor.

This place lay who knew how many zhang underground. Obsidian Lamps hung along the hard, rough