Yes, this boy is Jiang Fa after disguise. Thanks to the effect of Origin-Returning Breath-Concealing Art Form Concealment, Jiang Fa now looks like a different person.
Not only has his body become much thinner, but his appearance has also changed drastically. Without careful observation, even acquaintances would find it difficult to identify his true identity at this moment.
Jiang Fa raised his head and began to look at the cell carefully.
The cell was not big, about one foot square, with rough stone walls on three sides and an iron fence made of thick iron bars on one side.
The ground was covered with a layer of blackened hay, and in the corner stood a broken bowl filled with half a bowl of turbid water.
There is a shallow drainage ditch at the base of the stone wall, and the black dirt accumulated in the ditch emits a stench from time to time.
Jiang Fa squatted down and pushed aside the grass, revealing the damp slate floor underneath.
He tapped his knuckles lightly on the stone slab.
The sound is dull.
Solid.
Jiang Fa retracted his fingers and frowned slightly.
The walls of the cell are all made of solid bluestone, and the gaps between the stones are even filled with molten iron, making them seamless without any gaps.
He tried scratching the stone wall with his nails, leaving only a faint mark. The stone was extremely hard, and it would be difficult for an ordinary sword to break through it.
He turned his attention to the iron fence in front of him.
The iron fence consists of seven horizontal rails and fourteen vertical rails. The gaps between them can only allow an arm to pass through. Each iron rod is as thick as a forearm and feels cold to the touch.
On the right side of each fence, there is an iron lock.
Jiang Fa walked forward, reached out and touched the lock.
"It should be made of pig iron. It's difficult to open without a key, but it shouldn't be difficult to break it by yourself."
Jiang Fa Thinking of this, I suddenly felt confident.
"Don't bother, that thing can't be opened without a key."
At this moment, a slightly lazy voice suddenly came from the front.
Jiang Fa looked up, and in the cell opposite, a young man in his twenties was looking lazily at him through the gap in the iron bars.
This man has a thin face, his hair is disheveled on his shoulders, and he is wearing a gray cloth shirt that has not been washed for many days. He looks a little embarrassed.
The aura all over his body was weak, and he could barely see Middle Stage of Ming Jin's background.
Jiang Fa ignored his sarcasm, looked away from his face, and turned to look at his cell.
The cell where he was imprisoned was almost the same, not much different from his own.
When the young man saw that he was ignoring him, he was not angry and continued to mind his own business and said, "Boy, at your age, which martial arts school do you belong to?"
Jiang Fa glanced at him and casually said, "Rogue Cultivator."
"Rogue Cultivator?" The young man sighed, "Rogue Cultivator can break through Ming Jin at this age, which means that your bones are pretty good. It's a pity that no matter how good your bones are, it's useless after you get here."
He looked at Jiang Fa carefully for a while, and a strange look suddenly appeared on that decadent face.
He couldn't help but ask, "You kid, how can you act like nothing is wrong when you are locked up here? You don't cry or make trouble, and you just go to play with the iron lock. What's the matter, you still plan to get out of this damn place?"
Jiang Fa raised his eyebrows. "Don't you plan to go out?"
The young man glanced at him and snorted coldly, "Who doesn't want to go out? If it were that easy to go out, I would have gone out long ago."
Jiang Fa twitched the corner of his mouth, noncommittal.
Then he ignored him and began to check the situation around him.
He first took a look at the situation in the corridor where he was, and found a guard standing on the far left, looking around constantly.
His position was just at the corner, and when he turned his head, he could take two corridors in different directions into his field of vision.
When Jiang Fa passed by him before, he could feel that he was Early An Jin's cultivation level.
Then he shifted his gaze and looked deeper along the corridor on the right.
The cell he was in was located at the end of the corridor on the far right, and he had a panoramic view of the corridor on the other side.
He found that there was also a guard standing at the end of the corridor on the far right, but this person had a more lazy posture and was taking a nap against the corner.
In the middle of the corridor on the right, you can vaguely see a stone staircase extending downward.
The young man opposite saw Jiang Fa staring at the direction of the stone steps, and couldn't help but lower his voice and said, "That is the entrance to the second floor of the dungeon. The second floor is all An Jin level characters. There is a third floor below. It is said that the ones below are all Transforming Force masters."
He paused, and suddenly there was a trace of sarcasm on the corner of his mouth. "But now, everyone is the same."
Jiang Fa withdrew his gaze and looked at the young man. "How long have you been locked up here?"
"Today is the third day." When the young man saw him asking about this, he said with a look of resentment, "Who do you think I provoked? I was sleeping soundly in the martial arts hall, but before dawn, I was killed by these gods and was caught here without any reason."
Jiang Fa was a little surprised. "Are you a martial arts disciple?"
"Iron Fist Martial Hall, Zhou Kang."
Young people report their family status.
"Iron Fist Martial Hall?" Jiang Fa raised his eyebrows.
Zhou Kang frowned slightly. "What? Is there any problem?"
Of course there is a problem!
Jiang Fa naturally would not tell him that your library owner Luo Tiefeng has entered my little notebook.
He changed the topic and asked him in a low voice, "Do you want to go out?"
"Get out?" Zhou Kang curled his lips and looked at him like a fool. "You still want to go out? You tried it just now. Can you get the lock open? Besides, even if you get it open, there are people guarding the corridor outside day and night, and those people are still An Jin masters. How can we Ming Jin little shrimps get out?"
A sneer appeared on his face, "There was a man who tried to break open the iron lock and escape at night. He was caught by a guard before he even reached the steps. His legs were broken on the spot, dragged back and thrown back into the cell, like a dead dog."
He glanced at Jiang Fa: "If you want to be like him, you can try it."
Jiang Fa did not refute.
Because he felt that what Zhou Kang said was reasonable. All the people imprisoned on this level were of Ming Jin cultivation. Even if they had such strength, they would not be able to pass the guard level.
Thinking of this, his eyes began to scan through the visible cells on the opposite side.
I found that there were men and women, old and young, in these cells, but everyone was listless and looked disheveled.
Almost everyone has a sense of death in them.
"Boy, accept your fate." Zhou Kang saw that Jiang Fa was silent and sighed, "We people can only live one day at a time now."
Jiang Fa was a little surprised and heard the meaning behind his words: "Do you know the purpose of those people who brought us in?"
Zhou Kang looked at his expression and raised his eyebrows. "What? You just knew about it when you were arrested?"
Jiang Fa glanced at him and didn't answer.
Zhou Kang was surprised to see him like this. "What on earth do you think, how can you be so calm knowing that those people want to use our blood essence to make elixirs?"
He paused and began to sigh, "But it's useless to be calm. When you enter this hellish place, you'll be meat on the chopping board. You can't escape the fate of being slaughtered."