The Mysterious Immortal Clan: Rising from the moment I died!

The next morning.

The sun was shining brightly, and the sky was a clear, deep blue.

However, occasionally a wisp or two of dark clouds would drift by, adding a touch of gloom to this beautiful weather.

With grave expressions, Ni Kun and his son led the steward hurriedly toward the lower city prison.

along the way.

The surroundings were unusually quiet; not even the sounds of chickens or dogs could be heard, as if the entire world had shrunk to just the three of them.

The once extravagant and decadent Upper East Side.

Now it's all ruins; those familiar mansions have been reduced to piles of dust and rubble.

Amidst the ruins, one can occasionally glimpse some white bones, unburied and scattered, adding to the desolate scene.

This scene is truly poignant and moving.

All three knew that if it weren't for the war, this wealthy area would have been restored long ago with their financial resources.

Over time.

The three of them gradually entered the lower city area.

Only then did they occasionally catch glimpses of ragged figures hurrying past with panicked expressions.

Looking around, the houses in the lower district were dilapidated, but at least they were still a place to live.

Unfortunately, either the bones in the courtyard are left unclaimed, or they have long since fled to the famine. In the past, people fled from other places to Hong Kong, but now it's the opposite.

finally.

After a long trek, the three of them slowly arrived at the Lower City Prison—Bao'an Swamp Prison!

From afar, Ni Kun could see the gray-black detention cell.

It stood alone in the desolate landscape, appearing particularly eerie and terrifying.

The high iron bars of the detention cell, like gaping maws, exuded a suffocating atmosphere.

Detention center.

This name is familiar to most people.

It is an agency specifically responsible for detaining prisoners. All prisoners must submit relevant documents here before being sent to prison.

Then, the staff at the detention center will register the prisoner in detail, including his name, age, criminal facts, and so on.

Next, they would verify the person's identity to ensure that the person sent was the one written on the document.

Finally, the prisoners will undergo a body search and change of clothes, and will be taken into custody according to their assigned numbers.

Therefore, people often use "being locked up in jail" to describe someone who has been imprisoned.

At this moment, when Ni Kun and his two companions arrived near the detention room.

They discovered that the entire group of prison guards who were supposed to be watching the prison had been killed.

Their bodies were strung together with bamboo poles, like a string of salted fish being dried, and were haphazardly stuck into the collapsed wooden bridge.

Ni Kun's gaze slowly swept over the row of terrifying heads, finally settling on the front of the detention room.

At the entrance stood two soldiers in standard uniforms.

They looked extremely lazy, with toothpicks dangling from their mouths, standing there casually, whispering lewd jokes to each other.

"Soldier!"

Seeing this, the butler quickly stepped forward, his face beaming with smiles, and spoke first: "We're here to visit you in prison!"

Upon hearing the sound, the two soldiers slowly turned around, glancing at Ni Kun and his two companions shrouded in black robes with utter contempt.

Although the two soldiers immediately noticed the "Ni" character badges on the three men's waists, they looked at them with disdain.

One of the soldiers spat out a toothpick and asked impatiently, "Who goes there? Do you have any paperwork?"

Before he could finish speaking...

The butler quickly replied, "Yes! Yes! Yes!"

As he spoke, he pulled out a handful of loose silver from his sleeve and quickly stuffed it into the other person's hand.

Upon seeing this, the two soldiers immediately revealed satisfied smiles, and the corners of their mouths involuntarily turned upwards.

The two exchanged a glance, nodded knowingly, and muttered, "Hmm, this document carries weight!"

That's all.

The two soldiers casually tucked half of the loose silver into their pockets, then turned and walked into the detention room: "Boss, someone's visiting!"

After a while, a deep voice came from inside: "Bring him in!"

then.

Led by the soldier, the three slowly walked into the infamous Lower City prison.

The head of the detention center wanted to ask for an explanation, but the quick-witted steward silenced him with a large silver ingot.

"Creak!"

With the opening of a decaying door.

The three of them then actually entered the dungeon.

Because the prison was buried deep underground and close to the border sea, the environment was unusually damp and cold.

First level of the dungeon.

The situation here is somewhat better, after all, the prisoners who are imprisoned on this floor all have a lot of money in their families.

However, when everyone arrived at the second floor...

A strong, musty, and rotten smell hit the air, making it almost unbearable.

Previously, all the demonic cultivators below this second level were imprisoned.

Now, those imprisoned on the second floor are not demonic cultivators, nor are they people who have committed more serious crimes, but rather people whose families have less money than those on the first floor.

A moment later.

After finally making it through the dark, downward stone stairs, the three of them arrived at the bottom, the third floor.

Because of its low-lying terrain and swampy shape, all the depressions here are filled with foul-smelling dirty water, hence the name "water dungeon".

Look around.

Along a long corridor, two rows of cells were neatly arranged on both sides.

The cells looked rather dilapidated, with moss and grime covering the walls and emitting an unpleasant odor.

Upon entering the prison area, one can see countless eyes of all sizes swaying in the darkness.

The owners of these eyeballs were either criminals who had been arrested, or framed, or innocent people who had been captured and extorted by the soldiers.

Finally, someone walked in.

These people, as if they had seen a lifeline, clung to the cell pillars and shouted desperately.

"Sir, I'm innocent!"

"Sir, please give me a drink of water!"

"Sir, that old man has been dead in jail for several days!"

Their voices were filled with despair and fear, which evoked pity in the listener.

However, the soldier remained unmoved by these shouts.

He stood in the middle of the aisle, his eyes wide with rage, his face full of menacing features, and he roared like a demon, "What are you yelling about! Anyone who yells again will be dragged out and fed to the dogs!"

Generally speaking, such words are nothing more than a scare tactic used to frighten prisoners.

But on this third level, disobedient prisoners would actually be dragged out and fed to the wolfhounds.

For a moment, all the cells fell silent.

The prisoners who had been shouting earlier were now trembling and dared not utter a sound.

Upon seeing this, the soldier grinned smugly, his lips practically reaching his skull.

finally.

He casually pointed to a dark cell at the far end and said nonchalantly, "Go! You only have fifteen minutes!"

After saying that, he stood still and refused to move.

Clearly, this was a trick that the common soldier had learned from the jailer.

"Soldier!"

Seeing this, the steward quickly pulled out a handful of loose silver coins, stuffed them into the man's hand, and said with a forced smile, "It's quite inconvenient to talk across the cell!"

Seeing this, the soldier's smile twisted into a grotesque grin, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, as he muttered, "Hmm, easy! Easy!"

It's clear that he understood the two points the butler made!

Without hesitation, he shoved a key into the butler's hand, adding, "I'll wait over there, but don't stay too long!"

That's all.

He swaggered out and walked all the way to the end before finding a stone bench to sit down.

Then he excitedly rubbed the loose silver coins together, occasionally biting them with his teeth.

at the same time.

Seeing that the whistle was gone, the three immediately went to the prison door.

With a creak, the dilapidated prison door slowly opened.