In the underground prison, there is no sun or moon.
The ninth floor of Yongle Dungeon holds more than just thousands of prisoners.
There are also a large number of jailers like Wang Chen.
As soon as Mao Shi arrived, he woke up from his deep sleep in an instant.
The dungeon is filled with evil spirits, mixed with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, forming a special environmental atmosphere.
The monks were easily sleepy while there and needed longer sleep than normal to restore their optimal mental state, so the jailers worked in shifts day and night.
Wang Chen didn't have the night shift last night, so he took a long nap.
After getting up and washing up, Wang Chen left his residence and went to the Supervisor's Hall in Bingliu District to light his meal.
I received a duty badge and a portion of fairy food.
The duty badge is equivalent to the jailer's work permit. You need to apply for it once every time you are on duty and hand it in at the end. It cannot be taken outside.
Immortal food is the daily ration for the jailers. It is similar to the military food in Wang Chen's previous life. It is customized and packaged in a certain amount. It is rich in nutrients but the taste is hard to describe.
Jailers often complain that even dogs won’t eat this fairy food!
However, the immortal food contains abundant spiritual power and essence of Qi and blood, which is very beneficial to monks who work in dungeons for a long time.
So everyone cursed and cursed, but the meal was still served.
"Wang Chen."
The monk in charge of the warden's hall said with a smile: "I have been doing well recently and I will be promoted to a formal jailer soon."
Wang Chen smiled: "I accept your good advice."
He has heard the other party say the same thing three times.
Every time I heard it, I heard a malicious tone, like gloating about someone else's misfortune, but also like teasing and ridicule.
But Wang Chen always pretended not to understand.
Special circumstances can easily distort people's minds.
After staying in the dungeon for a long time, both the clerks in charge and the jailers who work often have some psychological problems.
For example, Dan Lingfeng, whom Wang Chen is most familiar with, is often chattering away. After drinking a pot of spiritual wine, he will say something incomprehensible.
As for those with twisted personalities, gloomy and unpredictable ones, and insensitive ones...
It abounds!
This Yongle dungeon has nine floors, with eight doors on each floor, and has swallowed up countless prisoners and jailers.
Hanging the duty tag on his waist, Wang Chen picked up the food box and started today's work.
The food box is a special space item that contains fixed meals for prisoners, also called prison food.
After passing a cell, Wang Chen opened the food box, took out a fixed meal, and pushed it into a special small window for the prisoners to eat by themselves.
Only one meal is given in three days.
All the prisoners locked up in the dungeon had their magic powers banned and were not given enough spiritual food in order to keep them in a long-term weak state and suffer the pain of the evil spirit day and night, without the strength to escape from prison.
It is said that since the Yongle Dungeon was built, countless prisoners have been imprisoned.
But only three people managed to escape on their own!
This was what Dan Lingfeng secretly told Wang Chen after he was drunk, saying that the names of these three people could not even be mentioned, otherwise they would cause huge trouble.
"This kind-hearted little brother..."
When Wang Chen stuffed a set meal into the window, the prisoner lying inside was dying and begged: "Can you give me one more meal? I'm going to die, and I just want to have a full meal before I die."
"When we reach the underworld, we won't starve to death!"
It sounds very miserable, but the prisoner has white hair, ragged clothes, a thin body and a stooped body. He looks like his lamp has run out of fuel, which makes people feel pity for him when he looks at it.
However, Wang Chen's heart was as stone and he was completely indifferent.
Turn around and leave.
"Really."
The old prisoner who was dying just now climbed up from the ground nimbly and reached out to grab the paper lunch box placed in the small window.
"Today's young people don't know how to respect their seniors at all. It's so rude!"
While complaining, he wolfed down the whole box of set food in a few mouthfuls.
Finally, he rubbed the lunch box and stuffed it into his mouth.
Chew it and swallow it!
At this time, Wang Chen hadn't even walked ten steps away.
Although he didn't have eyes in the back of his head, he probably knew the other person's situation and was not surprised.
There are all kinds of people in this dungeon, there are innocent people who have been wronged, and there are also poor people who have suffered misfortune.
But more of them are treacherous and evil thugs and madmen.
Wang Chen doesn't have the ability to tell whether they are innocent, so no matter who is in the prison, be it a pretty girl or an old man, just treat them as NPCs.
When the last meal in the food box was distributed, he found that the innermost cell in Block B6 was empty.
The naturally charming Yu Fei has disappeared.
do you died?
Wang Chen was slightly startled.
Ever since he entered Yongle Dungeon as a jailer, Wang Chen was undoubtedly impressed most by this female nun from the Hehuan Sect.
It's not that the other party is the most beautiful and eye-catching among the prisoners, but that her charm and cruelty index are directly proportional.
Those criminal cultivators who were sent to the cell opposite Yu Fei often became crazy or committed suicide within a few days. Wang Chen witnessed with his own eyes how one of the prisoners went crazy.
That scene makes people shudder just thinking about it!
But Yu Fei didn't dare to use similar tactics on the jailer. Wang Chen was seduced by her a few times, but it was more like teasing. After the two got acquainted, she became more serious.
When Wang Chen inspected this place, he would occasionally say a few words to Yu Fei.
For some reason, he felt a little disappointed when he discovered that the female cultivator from the Hehuan Sect had disappeared.
Shaking his head, Wang Chen discharged the inexplicable emotions into the sea of consciousness.
He turned back and continued to patrol the B6 District along the fixed route.
It was not until nightfall that Wang Chen returned to the supervisory hall.
He had just handed over his belt badge and food box when the monk in charge pointed to the room next to him: "Wang Chen, Mr. Chen wants to see you, please go in quickly."
This monk was not the one from the morning. Wang Chen quickly saluted and said, "Yes."
When he knocked on the door over there, he saw a middle-aged monk wearing a Confucian robe sitting inside. He was crouching down and writing rapidly. He said without raising his head: "Sit down."
"Thank you, sir!"
Wang Chen sat down on the chair next to the table.
This middle-aged monk is the chief clerk of Bingliu District, and his power is second only to Lu Peng, the prisoner of Jindan who brought Wang Chen down.
Lu Peng, however, doesn't care much about the prison affairs and usually sees the beginning but not the end of the dragon, so he is the real talker in B6 District.
Wang Chen has been here for three months and has only seen each other four or five times.
"Wang Chen, right?"
The middle-aged monk put down the wolf brush in his hand and looked at Wang Chen blankly: "How long have you been in the Prison Department?"
Wang Chen's heart tightened: "Reporting to your lord, it has been three months."
"It's been three months."
The middle-aged monk seemed to have recalled something, and asked seemingly casually: "I remember that you were brought down by Master Lu, right?"