Proxy Hand and Fire Giver

Cheng Shi walked quickly. Before long, the two of them had passed around a sprawling shantytown filled with uneven buildings and women standing outside the doors, arriving near a huge, crude earthen house. His eyelid twitched as he stared at the so-called prison before him, its door wide open, roof damaged, and one wall even half-collapsed. His face was covered in black lines.

If this counted as a prison, then the prisoners inside had to be remarkably well-behaved. Otherwise, why hadn't they all escaped?

The Blind Man smiled at the sight.

"The Door of Falling is tangled up with various factions, most of them fighting over resources exchanged between the underground and the surface. So unless necessary, they generally won't waste resources raising 'idlers.'

"Most prisoners here are sent to the mines for hard labor. Only those who affect excavation efficiency but still have some use are temporarily confined in certain prisons.

"And to beg for survival, most prisoners won't leave on their own, either. They still have to make a living here. As long as they endure until their sentences end, they can always go back to doing the work they're supposed to do.

"So we're lucky today. This... prison is clearly holding several lucky ones."

Cheng Shi naturally knew that several old brothers were being held inside, but his expression still turned somewhat strange after hearing this.

He had a feeling the Blind Man was mocking him. The problem was that there really wasn't anything wrong with what she had said; only her tone was a little off. So instead of going in immediately, he stopped and turned back to look at the Blind Man curiously.

"You know so much about this place. Did that person from the History School tell you?"

The Blind Man froze, then nodded