Yang Yu's eyes flickered for a moment and he said nothing.
Looking back on the cold-faced head catcher, I can't seem to see that he was so warm-hearted.
After thinking about it, Yang Prison and the old jailer started a family feud.
The jailer's name is Wang San, and he is the oldest person in the prison. According to him, he was a jailer at the age of sixteen, and he is already sixty-six this year.
He has no children, and he eats, drinks, and lives in the prison. He hasn't left the prison door in countless years.
The jailer's job was much more leisurely than Yang Yu had imagined. During the whole day, apart from chatting with the old jailer, there was nothing to do.
Escorting prisoners to work in the mines naturally had nothing to do with him.
"Okay, you can get used to it gradually. This is our business. It's up to you. Even if you sleep, as long as you don't lose the prisoner, that's up to you."
The old jailer walked away slowly with his pipe in his mouth.
Yang Prison watched the old jailer leave, digesting his words in his heart.
The Black Mountain City Prison occupies a very large area. One person like him has to guard a large area with about forty prisoners.
There are far more jailers in Black Mountain City than there are arrests. It is said that there were over a hundred people at its peak.
"Of the four thousand criminals, which one will be the target of the Liansheng Cult?"
Yang Yu touched his chin and thought secretly.
He has not forgotten the purpose of going to prison.
During his conversation with Wang Er, he also confirmed that in recent months, there had indeed been many new jailers who had come in because the old jailers had been killed.
However, the Heishan City Prison is huge, with one hundred jailors and four thousand prisoners, so it is impossible to tell who is a member of the Lian Sheng Cult.
And what is the goal of Lianshengjiao?
After thinking for a while, Yang Yuti flicked on the oil lamp and began to inspect the cells.
The entire Black Mountain Prison is connected in all directions. The jurisdictions of a hundred jailers are connected to each other, and each jurisdiction has ten cells.
There may be one or two people, or four or five people inside, and they have different control and treatment depending on the severity of their crimes.
Most of the cells under his jurisdiction were filled with serious crimes, but they did not lead to death.
Yang inspected the cells from cell to cell. The prisoners were either numb, indifferent, or shouting hysterically, but they were all skinny and ragged.
The laws of the Ming Dynasty were extremely strict in controlling the death penalty.
Taizu Zhang Yuanzhu believed that human life was a creation of heaven, and the only person qualified to determine life and death was the 'Son of Heaven'.
Therefore, all states, prefectures and counties in the world have no right to kill prisoners.
Only by reporting the death penalty and obtaining the approval of the court can the execution be executed at the same place after the fall.
But raising these prisoners is a huge expense in itself. Prisons in many counties often reduce the food rations for prisoners and increase their workload.
Many prisoners often die in prison like this.
When relatives come to make trouble, they often only get a four-word answer: "suicide out of fear of crime."
The first day as a jailer passed by wandering around in prison, and the following few days were much the same.
There was no clue at the moment, so he was not in a hurry.
Every day when I go to work, I paddle, seemingly sleeping, but in fact I am breathing in and out to practice. At night, I soak in medicinal baths, and at the same time, I refine the newly obtained ingredient ‘Yellowing Ancient Book’ in the Cauldron of Gluttony.
One blood transfusion is just the beginning, there are two and three blood transfusions.
The strength of blood energy is not only related to the strength of inner energy, but also restricts the progress of martial arts.
After a blood exchange, no matter whether it is the internal practice of subduing qi or the external hard work, you can only cultivate to the third level.
The Iron Crotch Technique and the Subduing Qi Technique each have nine levels.
Yang Yu will naturally not stop the blood transfusion.
The rest of the time, he wandered around the many stalls, small shops, and even pawn shops on the North and South Streets.
Want to find other ingredients.
Unfortunately, I only found a handkerchief with the words "Zhu Feng Bu" written on it.
When selling things in the market, people often buy new ones rather than old ones. They only want to buy old things, but there is no place to buy them.
After all, in a place like Black Mountain City, there are no 'elegant people' who appreciate antiques, calligraphy and paintings.
The squires prefer food and gold.
It is not easy to find one.
Just like that, half a month passed in a blink of an eye.
Perhaps it was because he knew the Iron Crotch Kung Fu, but the refining process went surprisingly smoothly this time. It took only about ten days to refine it.
Obtained the iron crotch skill in this ancient book.
Sure enough, with comparison, Yang Yu discovered that the same Iron Crotch Kung Fu was refined by the Cauldron of Gluttony, and it seemed to be very different.
However, there are only some minor changes.
He was unable to enter the Iron Crotch Kung Fu for more than ten days, but he successfully entered it on the first day after refining the ancient book.
"Iron crotch skill, finally achieved."
In the dark corner of the prison, Yang Prison slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, with a touch of joy.
At the same time, I also felt the difference in my body.
The warm internal air flows to the crotch, which is like covering the crotch with a layer of iron clothing. At the same time, the strength of the waist and abdomen also increases a lot.
The increase in strength was enough. As for whether he could withstand heavy blows or even swords, he was unwilling and did not dare to try.
"The waist and hips are an important place that cannot be ignored when it comes to exerting strength. The enhancement of the strength of the waist and hips has increased my strength in disguise."
Yang Yu was satisfied:
"According to the Iron Crotch Skill, this is the first level. The Qi Convincing Method is faster. I'm afraid I'm already at the second level..."
His progress is far beyond that.
Close your eyes slightly, the progress bar on the cauldron wall is vividly visible:
[Blood exchange: progress (16/100) second blood exchange]
[My mother wants you to be convinced: the first level of progress (9/100)]
[Iron Crotch Skill: Progress (3/100) First Level]
[Zhufengbu: Progress (25/100) third level]
In half a month, Yang Prison's progress was extremely rapid.
Not only did I practice Feiqilu to the second level, but I also practiced Zhufengbu to the third level.
After eating some 'iron beads' to replenish his physical strength and the Cauldron of Gluttony, Yang Yu stood up.
First, he relaxed his muscles and bones, then moved his steps and waved the broken sword, practicing the sword technique and the wind-chasing step at the same time.
The progress of martial arts skills is not restricted by the blood level.
"It's a pity that my sword skills have not progressed. Maybe it's because I haven't acquired a complete sword skill?"
While practicing slowly, Yang Yu had some calculations in his mind.
The skill of the sword naturally fell on Old Man Wei.
He was almost certain that the ghost-headed sword must be an ingredient that could be refined!
However, he was not in a hurry, but waited.
Autumn has arrived, the execution ground has been tidied up, and it is time for the prisoners on death row to leave with the autumn.
Tap tap tap~
Half an hour later, Yang Yu felt something in his heart, slowly stopped his posture, and looked towards the direction of the prison door.
The person who came was none other than the young policeman who had gone to look for Weihe that day.
"Yang Prison!"
The policeman stopped in the distance, holding his nose and waving.
Yang Yu casually handed the cell key to another jailer and followed the policeman out the door.
Just as he expected.
The day of execution after autumn has arrived.
The old parents of Heishan City, nicknamed "Three Feet High in the Sky", also rarely went to court to speak to a very vicious criminal in prison.
"This beast is extremely vicious. It is said that he has practiced a certain external skill to an extremely high level. In order to catch this man, many of our brothers died.
Among them, there is also a nephew of our Lord."
The policeman kept walking and talking, trying to explain the situation to Yang Prison as concisely as possible:
"When you carry out the execution at noon tomorrow, remember to kill this person first!"