He listened for a moment and confirmed that there was no abnormal noise coming from the third floor, and then he slowly breathed a sigh of relief.
Although the fight just now was short-lived, it still caused some movement. He was afraid that the guards on the third floor would notice something unusual.
At this time, in the cell on the second floor, a suppressed commotion was spreading.
The scene where Jiang Fa knocked down several guards just now had already been seen by the warriors in the cells on both sides.
Some were horrified, some were suspicious, and some had hope suddenly ignited in their eyes.
For a moment, the noise spread like ripples in the corridor.
"Shut up!"
Jiang Fa gave a low drink with a cold face.
The noise was instantly suppressed.
He stood in the middle of the corridor, his eyes quickly scanning the faces peeking out of the cells on both sides.
The number of prisoners on the second floor was much smaller than that on the first floor. He took a cursory glance and saw that there were about thirty cells occupied, all with An Jin cultivation.
These people's hands were Essence-Locking Chain hung on the stone wall, and their strength was suppressed to the point of being almost imperceptible.
Jiang Fa glanced at these people's faces one by one, and walked deeper along the corridor.
"Brother! Don't leave! Let us out!"
"Please! Help me! I am from Chengdong Liu Family!"
"I am a disciple of the Boulder Martial Hall. As long as you rescue me, my master will be very grateful!"
Jiang Fa turned a deaf ear and continued searching.
Suddenly, his steps stopped.
In the dim light, a familiar figure was hung by Essence-Locking Chain on the stone wall.
The man was wearing a gray cloth outfit whose original color could no longer be seen, and his hair hung loosely in front of his face, covering most of his face.
But that figure, that silhouette with wide shoulders and narrow waist, Jiang Fa will never be mistaken.
He quickly walked to the cell and shouted in a low voice through the iron fence, "Elder brother."
Wang Shi's body trembled slightly.
He slowly raised his head, his eyes a little unfocused, as if he had not yet fully awakened from his long drowsiness.
He squinted his eyes and looked at the figure outside the iron fence for a long time, frowning slightly.
Why does this face look familiar?
But he couldn't remember where he had seen it.
He asked hoarsely, "Are you...?"
Jiang Fa looked at his confused expression and guessed that the other party did not recognize him.
He immediately started to use the Origin-Returning Breath-Concealing Art mental method, and within two or three breaths, his thin body immediately became smooth and plump like the rain after a long drought, and even his thin facial contours returned to his original appearance.
"Big Brother."
He called softly.
Wang Shi was shocked all over.
He looked at the familiar face in front of him with a look of disbelief. "Jiang...Junior Brother Jiang?"
"It's me."
Jiang Fa nodded slightly.
Wang Shi's pupils trembled violently, and it took him a while to recover. He couldn't help but look at Jiang Fa and asked, "How did you get in?"
Jiang Fa spoke quickly, "Don't ask so many questions yet, we don't have much time."
He exerted force with his right hand, and the iron lock holding Wang Shi in the cell was torn apart by his brute force.
He opened the door and his eyes fell on the chain around Wang Shi's neck.
"How do you open this thing?"
Wang Shi shook his head. "Don't bother."
There was a hint of bitterness in his voice. "I've tried it before, but it can't be opened without a key. The mechanism of this Essence-Locking Chain is located inside the iron ring. Unless there is a special key, otherwise..."
Before he finished speaking, Jiang Fa had stretched out his hands and grabbed one end of Essence-Locking Chain around his neck.
"Junior Brother Jiang, you..." Wang Shi swallowed the words halfway.
I saw Jiang Fa tightening his five fingers, holding Essence-Locking Chain tightly, and suddenly pulling it to both sides.
"Crack."
There was a crisp sound.
The thumb-thick Cold Iron chain link was torn in half in his palm.
Wang Shi opened his mouth and stared blankly at the object that had been broken into two parts on the ground, unable to say a word for a long time.
"This..."
He raised his head and looked at Jiang Fa, his eyes filled with indescribable shock.
This is Essence-Locking Chain, Cold Iron cast. Let alone tearing it apart with your hands, even if it is struck by an ordinary sword, it will not leave a few white marks.
But Jiang Fa just pulled it with both hands and tore it off like a hemp rope.
Jiang Fa briefly explained the current situation to Wang Shi, and then said very quickly, "Senior Brother, time is pressing. Go and open all the cells on the first and second floors and release the people. Remember not to make too much noise to avoid disturbing the people on the third floor."
Wang Shi suppressed the shock in his heart and nodded heavily. "Okay, I'll go right away."
He moved his wrists and ankles that had been locked for several days, and the long-suppressed strength in his meridians surged again like a thawed river. Although it had not yet returned to its full strength, it had already recovered 70% to 80% of its strength.
Wang Shi turned around and walked towards the nearest cell, stretched out his right hand, An Jin filled his five fingers, clasped the cast iron lock and twisted it suddenly, and the iron lock snapped.
The warrior in the cell was stunned for a moment, then his face showed ecstasy, and he bowed and thanked him repeatedly.
Wang Shi warned him and walked to the next cell.
Jiang Fa Seeing this, he no longer hesitated, turned around and walked quickly towards the entrance to the third floor.
He roughly estimated in his mind that it was less than a stick of incense time before the guard shift change, and he had to hurry.
The stone steps on the third floor are steeper than those on the second floor, and the surface of the steps has been sunken by time.
The musty smell in the air became stronger and stronger, mixed with a faint smell of blood, which made people feel nauseous.
Jiang Fa urged Origin-Returning Breath-Concealing Art to the extreme, and the whole person was like a silent shadow touching down against the stone wall.
At the end of the stone steps, a heavy iron door was ajar.
The door panel is half a foot thick, and there are two torches embedded in the stone walls on both sides of the door frame. The orange-red firelight illuminates the scene inside the door clearly.
Jiang Fa pressed against the stone wall inside the iron door, condensing his breath to the extreme and looking quickly across the corridor.
The layout of the third floor is completely different from the two floors above.
The corridor is in the shape of a cross, with four short corridors extending in four directions from the central intersection. There are five or six cells at the end of each short corridor.
There was a wooden table placed at the central intersection, with a teapot and a few plates of food on it. Two men in gray robes were sitting on both sides of the table, chatting away from one another.
The man on the left is tall and thin, with prominent cheekbones, and is about forty years old.
The man on the right is much shorter and fatter, with a round face and a wide mouth, a neck as thick as a barrel, and two arms that are disproportionately thick.
The two people have extremely strong auras, they should both be Middle Stage of Transforming Force.
This battle is several times stronger than the second level of guards?
Jiang Fa observed for a moment through the gap in the iron door.
The position where the two men in gray robes sit is very telling. No matter which direction he comes from, he will be exposed to their sight immediately.