Dual Transmigration: American Prison, Surviving to a Fantasy Development Stage

After a quick wash, I felt refreshed.

At this moment, I felt my whole body was full of power and my blood and energy were incredibly vigorous.

Lin Feng took out the hardwood bow he had brought before and tried to draw it. It was easy and comfortable, without any difficulty at all.

This made Lin Feng very happy; if things continued to develop like this, he would truly become invincible.

Those black guys in prison must be devastated.

As his strength increased rapidly, his silver expenditure also increased rapidly. In just a few days, he had already spent nearly 80 taels of silver.

Lin Feng was generally satisfied with the money he spent, as he didn't feel bad about it.

At this moment, Lin Feng was as excited as if he had taken stimulants.

I just can't help but vent.

So Lin Feng began practicing standing meditation in the courtyard.

The "Black Tiger Manual" has twelve standing postures for cultivating Qi and blood, also known as the "Tiger Stance," which correspond to the twelve meridians and are mainly about refining Qi and blood to connect the meridians.

But Lin Feng, who had devoured the tiger, was extremely familiar with tigers.

Following the instructions in the book, Lin Feng found it wasn't too difficult.

An hour later, Lin Feng was full of energy and easily completed the three movements, which also meant that the energy and blood in the three meridians were connected.

This was without any experience. If he had experience, Lin Feng felt that completing the fourth and fifth movements wouldn't be difficult at all.

Lin Feng felt that his strength had increased and his physical fitness had improved significantly.

But Lin Feng really didn't know exactly how strong it would become.

One thing is certain: as long as Black Lotus continues to devour wild beasts, his physical abilities will become stronger and stronger.

Although ninety percent of the energy was absorbed by the Black Lotus, it would be enough as long as it was willing to give back to him.

The fastest way to increase your strength right now is to buy wild beasts and let the Black Lotus devour them.

The tigers and wild boars were both very helpful.

I'm looking forward to seeing what Zhao Erniu can bring him next time.

However, one thing shocked Lin Feng: Zhao Erniu was quite something; he could even hunt and kill a tiger.

Lin Feng then looked at the two rabbits, but he didn't eat them; they were completely useless to him.

It's better to save it for grilling.

But Lin Feng was too lazy to do it himself, so after thinking for a while, he decided to wait until evening to find Zheng Hongwen and ask him to do it.

Eat what's ready-made.

Lin Feng believed that Zheng Hongwen would definitely agree.

It was almost 10 o'clock when Lin Feng arrived at the charity hall.

Sun Dayong didn't blame Lin Feng, a newcomer, for arriving so late. The charity hall didn't have many rules; as long as you did your job well, that was enough.

If you can't stick it out for three months, then leave; no one will stop you.

He instructed Lin Feng to prepare the coffin, as they would be going to the execution ground shortly.

He then began to instruct others in martial arts.

Time passed unnoticed. Sun Dayong glanced at the sun and said to Zheng Hongwen, "It's almost noon. You should head to the execution ground now."

"Yes, senior brother."

Then, Lin Feng, Yang Laowu, and Zheng Hongwen loaded a thin coffin onto a cart and headed to the execution ground.

When they arrived at the execution ground, there was only one prisoner kneeling on the execution platform, and not many people were watching the spectacle around him.

Looking at the prisoner kneeling on the execution platform, there were no notices or anything like that around.

As time passed, the executioner and the supervising official arrived.

The executioner stood behind the condemned prisoner, holding a bowl of wine in his hand.

The death row inmate knelt there, dazed and covered in blood.

He had clearly been subjected to severe torture.

The executioner remained silent, awaiting the order from the supervising official.

The executioner checked the time and took out his token.

"It's noon, execute him."

As soon as he finished speaking, the executioner took a big gulp of wine and spat it onto the back of the condemned prisoner's neck.

Under the influence of the alcohol, the drowsy prisoner subconsciously shivered.

As soon as I looked up, I saw the executioner raise his sword and bring it down.

With a single slash, blood splattered instantly, covering the executioner's clothes.

The head did not roll off; instead, a layer of skin remained attached to the neck.

The scene was extremely bloody.

The method of execution was simple and brutal, something Lin Feng had never seen before, and his facial features scrunched up in pain.

Zheng Hongwen cupped his hands in a salute to the executioner and said with a smile, "Senior brother, your technique is becoming more and more skillful."

The executioner simply nodded without saying a word, then sheathed his executioner's blade and turned to leave.

Yang Laowu hurriedly stepped forward, straightened the head, and began stitching.

The skull was left with the skin attached so that it would be easier to suture, which is why Zheng Hongwen said that.

It was Lin Feng's first time watching a beheading, and he was really not used to it.

That's incredibly brutal.

However, Yang Laowu's skills were quite good, and he quickly sealed the head and neck.

Then Lin Feng put on gloves, wrapped the body in a straw mat, and lifted it onto the coffin.

He had just died; his body was not yet stiff.

Looking at the calluses on the death row inmate's hands, Lin Feng realized he must be a trained fighter.

I think this corpse has some value.

Zheng Hongwen remained silent throughout the journey, pulling the coffin as he walked out of the city.

When he passed the street corner of the charity hall, Yang Laowu left alone.

His main job was to sew up corpses; he didn't handle anything else.

When Lin Feng was about to head to the cemetery, he was stopped by Zheng Hongwen.

Zheng Hongwen said excitedly, "Junior Brother Lin, there's meat to eat at the charity hall today! Let's hurry back, or there won't be any good meat left!"

Lin Feng: "Senior Brother Zheng, you go ahead. I have no appetite after watching the beheading. You can have the meat."

"It only happens once every ten days, it would be a waste not to go," Zheng Hongwen really wanted to go.

Lin Feng: "Senior Brother Zheng, I've given you mine. I'll go to the cemetery alone."

Upon hearing this, Zheng Hongwen shook his head and said, "How can you let me go to the cemetery alone? Isn't that bullying you?"

What makes me different from Zhou Ming?

Let's eat together, and eat when we get back.

"Brother Zheng, I really have no appetite."

"Let's go, let's go..."

Passersby made way for the charitable organization's oxcart.

They still respected the charity hall of the Black Tiger Martial Arts School.

Upon arriving at the cemetery, Lin Feng and Zheng Hongwen found an inconspicuous open space, just like before, and began digging a pit.

An hour passed quickly, and the two men finished digging the pit and placed the condemned prisoner's coffin inside.

As Zheng Hongwen prepared to bury the body, Lin Feng stepped forward and said, "Senior brother, you've worked hard. Go and rest. I'll bury it myself."

Zheng Hongwen: "Junior Brother Lin, you're so embarrassed."

"I'm new here, this is what I should do. Senior brother, you should go and rest. Besides, I have a lot of energy to spare."

Upon hearing this, Zheng Hongwen looked at Lin Feng with even greater favor.

This junior brother is so sensible.

Since Lin Feng was willing, he was happy to enjoy it.

"Then I'll have to trouble you, Junior Brother Lin."

After Zheng Hongwen left, Lin Feng took the iron stake and began filling the soil.

Compared to last time, Lin Feng filled the soil much faster this time.

Its strength has also increased.

Looking at Lin Feng, who was wielding soil like rain, Zheng Hongwen was also surprised, feeling that Lin Feng was even more powerful than him today.

Shaking my head, I felt it was just my imagination.

How could Lin Feng, who has only just begun his training, be more skilled than him? That doesn't make sense.

Taking advantage of Zheng Hongwen's inattention, Lin Feng touched the corpse with his palm, and the corpse in the coffin disappeared instantly.

One minute later, Lin Feng began to fill the soil.

As time went on, sweat began to bead on Lin Feng's forehead; filling the soil was also physically demanding work.