Zhou Kang was stunned for a moment. "What... do you mean?"
The lazy look on his face faded a bit and was replaced by a hint of suspicion.
He looked Jiang Fa up and down, and twitched the corners of his mouth. "You kid, don't you want to take advantage of the chaos to escape, do you?"
"Just tell me whether you want it or not."
Jiang Fa interrupted him with a serious look on his face, and his expression didn't look like he was joking at all.
Zhou Kang felt inexplicably shocked when he saw her.
He opened his mouth, closed it again, and glanced at both sides of the corridor.
Under the dim light of the torch, there was a dead silence in the dungeon. The prisoners in the next few cells were sitting or lying, lifeless, as if they had lost all hope.
"Think."
Zhou Kang lowered his voice this time and looked unusually serious.
"Okay, do me a favor and lure those guards over."
Zhou Kang took a deep breath, suppressed his racing heart, and stared at Jiang Fa quietly for a few seconds before finally nodding towards him.
He turned around, faced the corridor, and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Someone is coming! Someone is coming! Someone is coming quickly!"
The voice was sharp and sharp, echoing through the stone walls of the dungeon, making people's eardrums ache.
"What's the fuss about?"
A guard walking quickly from the end of the corridor kicked Zhou Kang's cell with an impatient look on his face. "If you make any more noise, I will chop off your tongue!"
"My lord! My lord!"
Zhou Kang hunched his neck and retreated to the corner, covering his stomach with one hand, the expression on his face was extremely painful. "My stomach hurts so bad, it feels like it's going to explode. Please help me, or give me some medicine. I really can't bear it anymore..."
The guard glanced at him with a frown, and saw that Zhou Kang's face was pale, and there was indeed a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, but it didn't look like he was pretending.
He cursed and took out the key, "You have a lot to do, just wait."
As soon as he put the key into the keyhole, another guard in the next corridor came over to see what was going on.
The moment two guards approached Zhou Kang's cell and turned their backs to Jiang Fa.
A pair of hands suddenly came out from behind them, and the left hand accurately clasped the back of the neck of the guard closest to him, while the five fingers of the right hand pinched the other man's neck like an iron pliers.
The two guards didn't even have time to hum before they were dragged towards the iron fence behind them by an extremely arrogant force.
"Crack!"
"Crack!"
Two crisp sounds sounded almost at the same time.
Jiang Fa twisted his hands, and the cervical vertebrae of the two Early An Jin guards were broken. Their bodies collapsed outside the iron fence, without even a chance to react from the beginning to the end.
Zhou Kang opened his mouth, his whole figure looked like his acupuncture points were tapped, and he froze in place motionless.
"You... you..."
His voice was stuck in his throat and he couldn't speak for a long time.
A Early Ming Jin kid broke the necks of two Early An Jin guards in one go?
Am I fucking dreaming?
Jiang Fa had no time to pay attention to his shock. He calculated the time silently. It was only more than half an hour before the next guard shift change.
He must rescue everyone during this period, otherwise it will be difficult for the people above to get out again when they notice something strange below.
He stretched out his hand from the gap in the fence, touched the lock, and pulled it gently, and the iron lock made of pig iron was torn off by force.
Then he opened the fence door and threw the bodies of the two guards into his cell.
Without saying much, he turned around and headed towards a corridor in the middle.
The last guard was taking a nap against the stone wall. He had also heard the howls of Zhou Kang just now, but he was too lazy to move. He just thought it was another blind prisoner making trouble.
It wasn't until a very light footsteps stopped in front of him that he opened his eyes impatiently.
"So what..."
Before he finished speaking, a palm was already pressed on his Tianling Cap.
An Jin is like a needle, penetrating through the top of your head.
The guard didn't even hum. He rolled his eyes upwards and slid softly down the stone wall, losing his breath.
Jiang Fa retracted his hand, dragged the guard's body into the nearest vacant cell, and then closed the iron gate.
At this point, all three guards on the first floor of the dungeon have been eliminated.
Zhou Kang was still lying on the fence at this time, his eyes widened, looking at Jiang Fa as if he had seen a ghost.
"You... who are you?"
"Don't talk nonsense."
Jiang Fa glanced at him. "If you don't want to die, just stay here. I will release you after I rescue the people below."
After he finished speaking, he didn't rush down.
Instead, he turned around and glanced at the cells on the left and right.
The warriors imprisoned in the cells were all awake at this moment. Some were holding on to the iron bars and looking out, while others were huddled in corners and did not dare to make a sound.
They could clearly hear the two crisp sounds and the sound of the guard falling to the ground.
"This brother!"
"Let us out!"
"Please, help me!"
Low sounds of pleading came from all directions.
Jiang Fa frowned slightly and shouted coldly, "Stop arguing. If anyone wants to die, just keep shouting. I will be happy to give him a ride first."
The voice was not loud, but it carried a chill that penetrated people.
The pleas in the cell were instantly suppressed, leaving only the sound of heavy breathing.
"Listen up."
Jiang Fa walked to the center of the corridor, glanced at the faces peeking out of the cells on both sides, and said in a low voice, "If you want to survive, just stay with me. I will let you out after a while. Before that, if anyone dares to shout and attract the guards, don't blame me for turning against you."
These words instantly poured cold water on everyone, and no one dared to shout louder anymore.
Jiang Fa Seeing this, he said no more, turned around and walked quickly towards the stone steps of the entrance to the second floor.
The stone steps on the second level are narrower and steeper than those on the first level. The rosin torches on the stone walls on both sides are also much thinner. The light is dim and there is a strong smell of moisture in the air.
The surface of the steps under my feet was polished smooth and shiny, making it a little slippery to step on.
When he reached the corner, Jiang Fa suddenly stopped.
In the shadow of the corner, a very light breathing sound reached his ears.
He calmly stepped lightly and glanced at the stone wall at the corner. There was a very narrow depression, and in the depression stood a guard holding a knife.
This person's breathing skills are extremely good, and his breath is almost undetectable. If an ordinary An Jin warrior passes by, he will definitely not be able to detect it.
But since Seven-Colored Glazed Glass Art broke through the third level, Jiang Fa's perception has become extremely sharp.
He stood at the corner, holding his breath and concentrating, pushing Origin-Returning Breath-Concealing Art to the extreme. His whole body was like a piece of dead wood embedded in the stone wall, and even his heartbeat slowed down to almost a standstill.