The further you go in, the more gloomy it becomes. There is a damp and rotten smell all around, and the passage gradually becomes narrower.
The distance between the cells was also increasing. Soon, they entered a narrow passage, and Qiao Ye suddenly stopped.
There is a cell on the side, which is very small, only about three meters wide. There is a man in it, his head is hanging down, his hair is disheveled, and his face cannot be seen clearly.
The clothes on his body were almost torn, and he was as skinny as a stick. Thick chains were put on the man's body one by one, and both ends were nailed into the wall. In addition, the man's body was also nailed with steel and shoulders.
A pair of iron claws were driven into the position, and the other end of the iron claws was also tied with an iron chain and was nailed into the wall.
It looked extremely miserable, as if he was dying and about to die.
However, Qiao Ye felt a dangerous aura from all the men. The blood energy in his body had probably been weakened after being tortured for too long, but the energy was still very strong.
This is probably a strong man in the Demon King Realm. Even if he is not, his cultivation level should be close to the peak of the ninth level of the Demon King Realm. Of course, this should be true at the peak period. As for now, the man has obviously been imprisoned for a long time.
, the body is locked, and even the most basic meditation practice cannot be done. And in practice, if you don't advance, you will retreat. Compared with the peak period, you will inevitably become weaker.
"Come on, what are you looking at!"
At this time, the jailer behind Qiao Ye urged, pushed Qiao Ye, and asked Qiao Ye to move forward.
Qiao Ye withdrew his gaze and continued to move forward.
Walking in the cave passage, Qiao Ye could feel three or four strong auras around him. Unfortunately, he did not pass by the cells and was taken to the solitary cell.
In fact, the solitary cell is the same as those cells, or in other words, this is a place where special prisoners are detained. However, some people are always detained here, and some are detained here briefly.
Qiao Ye was pushed into a cell. The space was very small. He could move at most half a step to the left and one or two steps back and forth. There was some water under his feet. There was a rotten smell all around. There was a broken white skeleton in the corner.
The environment in this place is indeed worse than the cells outside.
The jailer did not take off Qiao Ye's shackles and said directly: "Reflect on it here."
After the jailer locked the gate, he quickly left, leaving Qiao Ye alone. The surroundings were silent, extremely quiet, even, it could be said to be terrifyingly quiet.
Qiao Ye understands the meaning of confinement.
Human beings are still social creatures after all. Loneliness is terrible. When a person is completely confined in a small space, unable to see anything clearly, unable to hear any sounds, and without any entertainment, even if he meditates and practices to consume time, it will not be enough.
It may go on endlessly and without stopping. After a long time, various negative emotions will continue to appear.
I feel irritable, anxious, restless, or even driven crazy by you.
It's such a cramped place to lie down, even if you just come in, it can make people feel impatient.
However, for Qiao Ye...
It doesn't matter!
Qiao Ye can find something to do for herself, even in such a dark and small space.
Qiao Ye first practiced meditation as usual. After a few hours, the meditation practice reached its limit. Although meditation practice is just sitting, it actually requires continuous use of Qi to move around the sky. Generally speaking, the number of three is three at a time.
, six or nine weeks, and you must rest after that. Although cultivation requires hard work, you cannot blindly work hard. Crazy use of Qi machines to circulate the heavens will only cause damage to the physical body.
After meditating, Qiao Ye stood up and entered the martial spirit state.
A wisp of smoke lingered around Qiao Ye's fingertips. Soon, night crows condensed from Qiao Ye's fingertips one by one, flew out from the gaps in the fence, and entered various parts of the passage to explore.
The few breaths I sensed before.
Then Qiao Ye took off her shirt, exposing her tendons, walked to the edge of the wall, grabbed two iron nails used to hang the chains, and then began to do pull-ups for exercise.
This kind of confinement is indeed a challenge to the mind and will, and people who are weak in both may indeed be defeated.
However, for Qiao Ye, it is not even a challenge. Anyway, people are just being imprisoned here. With Night Crow, Qiao Ye can go out for a walk and see everything he wants clearly. Moreover, in this way
In the dim environment, night crows are almost difficult to detect.
At the same time, maintaining the martial soul state is also a kind of exercise for the martial soul.
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Nightmare Island, villages and towns!
In the room, Lin Jiao's whole body was wrapped in gauze, and white cloths were hung on his hands and feet.
After all, his hand was broken, his leg was broken, his whole face was swollen, two teeth were missing and he could hardly speak. These were only superficial injuries, what was more important were internal injuries. Lin Jiao was beaten to the core by Qiao Ye.
He was injured and had difficulty eating. He lay in bed for three days and took a lot of elixirs to treat him, but he still could only drink some gruel.
Lin Jiao lay down, leaning on the bedside table, and tried hard to pick up the spoon, but suddenly his hand shook and the spoon fell back into the bowl.
Lin Jiao suddenly looked angry, grabbed the porridge bowl and threw it out with all his strength. The porridge bowl fell to the ground and shattered instantly.
His uncle was the adjutant of the Warden, and he came to Nightmare Island for gold plating. Everyone here looked after him, and he had suffered such a big loss before!
At this time, a jailer heard the noise and ran into the room. He hurriedly picked up the bowl and said with a smile: "Lin Boss, don't get angry. You are recovering from your injuries. Getting angry is not good for your health!"
Lin Jiao said angrily: "Look at how I look now, can you not be angry?"
The jailer only promised.
Lin Jiao took a deep breath, and then asked: "How is the boy doing now?"
The jailer said: "Tou'er Shi had someone throw him into solitary confinement for three days now."
"Humph, this kind of prick needs education!"
Lin Jiao was in a much better mood. A solitary cell was not meant for people. It would really drive people crazy.
Lin Jiao said: "Did Shi Zhan say how long he will be detained?"
The jailer shook his head and said, "No."
Lin Jiao said: "Send someone over to tell me that unless that kid agrees to kneel down and kowtow in front of me to admit his mistake, I will never let him go!"
The jailer looked hesitant and smacked his lips, but did not speak.
Lin Jiao noticed the abnormality and said directly: "What? Is there any problem? For such a small matter, can you still not give me face?"
The jailer said: "No, no, just..."
Lin Jiao said angrily: "If you fart, let it go quickly, don't hesitate!"
The jailer said: "The kid seems to be doing okay in the solitary cell. He meditates and practices every day, and then exercises in the cell. There seems to be no change in his mood."