deceitful cultivator

Chapter 25 Sanxiang City Mental Hospital

Ren Qing felt sore all over after waking up, especially the bones in his legs.

He reckoned that it was the Shenzu nerve that stimulated the growth of the body. Fortunately, as long as it was subtle, there was no need to worry about being noticed by others.

After all, he is only seventeen years old, it is not too late to grow taller.

Ren Qing practiced knife skills in the courtyard in the early morning, and recovered by eating meat after exhaustion.

It's definitely not as effective as a pig's eye, but it's better than nothing.

Now that there is a lack of channels for pig eyes, if the blood dog gang still does not intervene in the stewed business, the speed of life extension may be greatly reduced.

The sound of cock crowing sounded.

Bofeng and others woke up one after another, and then the yamen gradually became lively.

Ren Qing did not act recklessly, he specifically asked Bo Feng about the situation of Xia Si Bu Zhai.

Sibuzhai is in a closed state in the yamen, and many people are imprisoned inside, and the yamen guards are not allowed to approach without orders.

In Ren Qing's impression, Sibuzhai was a place where government servants were temporarily detained.

Among them are mainly the government servants who have committed crimes and are waiting for trial, or they are temporarily confinement like the pyrotechnic workers on Hexing Street.

Even Bofeng had never been inside, and his news was also learned from patrol officers, so the accuracy was doubtful.

Ren Qing headed in the direction of Sibuzhai. On the way, he came into contact with the servants intentionally or unintentionally, hoping to find a monk who mastered the spell.

Unfortunately nothing came of it.

But for Hundred Eyes, he has narrowed down the scope of his targets to government servants who are over forty years old, so it shouldn't be difficult to find them after some time.

Ren Qing is not in a hurry, because as long as the pig's eyes can be obtained covertly, the threat of the Hundred Eyes can be minimized.

He soon came to Sibuzhai.

The exterior of the building looks ordinary, but the yamen guards it very strictly. There are five police officers patrolling the entrance alone.

Ren Qing searched around Sibuzhai, and through double-pupil eyesight, he found that the doors and windows of each room were locked with strong chains.

He vaguely saw that there seemed to be people living in some of the houses, but the light was relatively dim, and he didn't know if there were government servants in custody.

Ren Qing knows that there are many places in the yamen, which are not as simple as they appear on the surface, and there may even be strange objects stored there.

Fortunately, Sibuzhai is not strict, at least it shows that it is not too dangerous.

Ren Qing didn't hesitate too much, and went straight to find a remote corner and turned into Sibuzhai, and removed the footprints.

By the way, this place is really used to detain government servants, why is it a bit eerie.

He obviously felt that after entering the building, the surrounding temperature dropped a lot, which should be related to being in the shade of the sun.

Ren Qing stepped on the wooden floor, and several scavenging mice made vigilant calls, reminding his companions to be careful.

He turned into the corridor leading to the depths. There were closed doors on both sides of the wall, and there were obviously people living inside.

Hearing footsteps approaching, these people began to hit the wall with their bodies continuously, accompanied by heart-piercing yells.

Seeing such a big commotion, Ren Qing couldn't help standing up, his legs showed signs of being a werewolf, and he was ready to run away at any time.

But the patrolling policeman didn't respond at all, and didn't even move his head.

Ren Qing forcibly stabilized his mind. After seeing cannibal warriors and living human skins, he was almost frightened by the madman.

He leaned closer to the rear partition and listened carefully, all of which were maniacal murmurs.

"Don't kill me, human flesh doesn't taste good."

"I saw it, the monster was in the dark, and it was looking at me and smiling."

"Kill him, only kill him!!"

Ren Qing immediately guessed that it was very possible that Sibuzhai was imprisoning those people who went crazy because of contact with strange things.

After all, there are male and female voices, but there has never been a woman serving as a yamen servant.

Ren Qing couldn't help complaining: "In fact, it is most appropriate to call it Sanxiang Mental Hospital."

After the veil of terror is lifted, the fear is gone.

He searched around Sibuzhai, and found that there was a relatively quiet area, and it was no accident that this was the place used for temporary confinement of government servants.

Most of the rooms are empty, and the furniture inside looks like it can accommodate seven or eight people.

Ren Qing searched for half an hour, and finally found the group of pyrotechnic workers on Hexing Street in a deeper corner.

They were imprisoned in a room with candles lit and a faint scent of sandalwood wafting out, which showed that the treatment was not bad.

Ren Qing came to the door without any concealment, and a man's voice sounded from inside: "Brother, I don't know when we can go out, there is no deadline, it's too painful."

"Yeah, actually, the outside of the city has nothing to do with the plague..."

"Shut up, can you talk nonsense about this?"

Ren Qing breathed a sigh of relief, it sounds like there should be three people right, could it be that his worries are paranoid?

He lowered his throat and said, "Now the yamen is under strict control, it's unrealistic to go out in a short time, but you can tell me if you need anything."

The more mature fireworker said: "You are new to Sibuzhai, this is the first time I heard your voice."

According to Ren Qing's memory, there was indeed a man in his forties among the pyrotechnicians who returned to Sanxiang City.

Ren Qing continued: "It's indeed the first time here, so I shouldn't offend you."

"Of course not, but it's really cold here at night, please help us get some quilts, thank you."

Ren Qing chatted with them for about ten minutes, and tried to get some words out of them a few times, but the older Pyrotechnician was extremely tight-lipped.

However, when it comes to the plague outside the city, their tone is inevitably full of fear, and they even become hesitant.

Having no choice but to see this, Ren Qing planned to leave Sibuzhai, at least to make sure that nothing strange happened.

It took a long time to turn and turn when coming in, but it only took a few minutes to go out.

Ren Qing was about to turn over the wall when suddenly his pupils shrank and he subconsciously froze in place.

The memory in my mind began to blur again, including the scene of seeing the fireworker on Hexing Street in the teahouse, and the elderly fireworker disappeared from memory.

Ren Qing squeezed his temples and leaned against the wall, and recorded them on the wall with his fingers.

But as long as you close your eyes, you will forget it in the blink of an eye, and finally rely on connecting unrelated memories in series to barely remember it.

Ren Qing suspected that there were more than three pyrotechnic workers on Hexing Street.

What is it that can affect the memory, and even forcibly erase the living people from the Sibuzhai of the yamen.

There should be no strange things on them, otherwise the jailer will definitely notice it.

Is it some kind of restricted area?
We must know that the strange things above the half-corpse level have spiritual intelligence. If a large number of monks die in the restricted area, what kind of existence will those strange things form?
The double pupils in Ren Qing's eyes turned, and his right hand couldn't help holding the handle of the Da Miao Dao, even his legs were covered by werewolves.

It took him more than ten breaths to calm down, but the sense of urgency in his heart was shrouded like a cloud.

It is reasonable to say that when the sky falls, there will be a tall one to support it, but there will be eggs under the nest.

(End of this chapter)