The more Yang Hua walked into here, he was instantly attracted by a young figure. The man had deep eyes, and when he lowered his eyes, it seemed that he could see into people's thoughts.
"Meet the warden!"
He lowered his head slightly. Today was different from the past. Chen Sheng had risen from a first-rank prison guard to the position of prison warden. His power was growing day by day, making people awe-inspiring.
If he were to copy this path to advancement and walk it again, it would seem bizarre and difficult, but the other party managed to do it with ease.
"In private, there's no need to be so polite."
Mr. Chen shook his head and sat in the position of the warden. Facing the people that An Ren was familiar with before again, he felt something was not right. He had a feeling of awe and weakness.
He understood that it was the power and authority that frightened people. The warden of the Black Abyss Prison was ranked among the top leaders of the Immortal Sect and was indeed impressive.
"Warden, you are very broad-minded. I think you don't bear any grudge against Chang Qi."
Hearing this, a smile appeared on Yang Huayue's face. He was less reserved, but still unnatural. Fortunately, knowing Chen Sheng's feelings, he was still open-minded and took the opportunity to test the waters for Chang Qi.
"He asked you to come."
Mr. Chen suddenly understood everything and could understand Chang Qi's anxiety. After all, he had hindered his boss's advancement and had failed.
As a subordinate in the Black Abyss Prison under his command, Chang Qi had a lot of grievances.
This matter is not a secret, everyone knows about it, and the warden mentioned it yesterday, asserting that if necessary, he should be beaten, hoping that his heart would be at peace.
Everything depends on the heart, and the overall situation depends on me.
As long as he intended to make things difficult for Chang Qi, it was normal for him to be demoted, and no one would find it strange.
"Chang Qi, Ximen Qiao and Zhao Song are all very worried."
Yang Huayue did not deny that after Chang Qi was defeated, Chen Sheng took over. As a subordinate who had been "disobedient", he had been feeling uneasy and worried.
I was afraid that one day I would be liquidated, and the uncertainty of when that day would come was even more tormenting.
Similarly, Ximen Qiao and Zhao Song were also feeling uneasy.
The hidden worries of these two people come from the fact that they have never dealt with Mr. Chen. People like Yang Huayue, to some extent, have had some connection with Mr. Chen.
Only the three of them seem to be out of touch with the outside world. As a leader, I hate people like this the most.
"Have these three done anything against morality?"
Mr. Chen said calmly.
"Chang Qi is reckless, Ximen Qiao is alert, and Zhao Song is a bit ambitious, but what these three do is in line with the right way."
Yang Huayue shook his head. The three of them had different personalities, but they had spent their entire lives detaining criminals and fighting against the dark side of the immortal world, so their personalities were spotless.
"If that's the case, how could I attack three people without any reason? You're underestimating me."
That's right.
Mr. Chen doesn't care.
He saw the goodwill shown by Chang Qi, Ximenqiao, and Zhao Song, but so what? He had absolute confidence in his control of the Black Abyss Prison, and did not need to maintain a balance. The will of one person could determine the will of the masses.
He treated his subordinates who had never made any mistakes equally, without punishing or humiliating them. This was quite wise of him.
"Yes, these three are bastards, but I think they will be very happy to hear that the warden has forgiven them and will serve them wholeheartedly in the future."
Yang Huayue was very excited. He was happy for Chang Qi and the other two. He also realized that Chen Sheng had not changed and was still upright in character.
Whether as a friend or a leader, following such a person will make you feel at ease.
"Besides that, what else is there?"
Chen Sheng's eyes flashed like lightning, illuminating the empty room, and he seemed to be able to see the floating thoughts in people's hearts.
"That Yanlou... We are not coveting it. No one would touch the Yanlou of Xingyou Xianfang. But with such craftsmanship and reputation, it would be a waste if we don't open a few more in other places."
Yang Huayue hesitated for a breath or two, and finally spoke. The Yanlou of Xingyou Xianfang was becoming more and more famous, and the Mushroom God Banquet attracted many high-ranking cultivators to taste it, which could be said to be making a fortune every day.
Seeing that Ling Jian and Su Lin were receiving a steady supply of cultivation resources, their colleagues at the same level became a little jealous.
"Yeah."
Mr. Chen did not comment, his calm eyes fell on Yang Huayue, as if he wanted to see through him An Ren's attitude towards Yan Lou.
"Of course, everything is based on the warden's plan. After all, we are short-sighted and cannot see clearly."
Yang Huayue shrank back, and when Chen Sheng's eyes dropped, he felt that his thoughts had been seen through. He couldn't help but regret that he should not have agreed to everyone's request and let him bear the scrutiny alone.
"I have other plans for the Yanlou matter, so you don't have to worry about it. But if this is accomplished, you will not be short of cultivation resources."
Chen Sheng flatly rejected the thoughts of the Dark Blade people. He said that Yanlou would be of great use to him, so he decided to coordinate and manage it, radiate in all directions, build an intelligence network for the Black Abyss Prison, and also have a money bag.
As long as this is accomplished, Dark Blade will not lack resources for cultivation, and the voice and ability of the Black Abyss Prison will also greatly increase.
"Yes, I will pass this message to my colleagues."
Yang Huayue didn’t know what Chen Sheng’s subsequent arrangements were, but this incident was finally over, which made him feel relieved.
At this time.
A young slave came to the Black Abyss Prison. He had a handsome face and looked a little flustered. After he told his origins, he had a smooth journey and came to where Chen Sheng was.
"Senior, the old warden has passed away."
He was breathing heavily, but he was very smart. He grasped the main point and explained the matter clearly.
"What!"
To Mr. Chen, this was like a thunderclap. His mind was shaken, and the energy he had been holding back dispersed. The whole room was filled with a hazy aura, as if the real world had been torn apart, making people feel a little sad.
"The warden is a gentle man, but he has a fierce authority. I will stick to my duties, and that is the safest way."
Yang Huayue was shocked by the news, but the scene of Chen Sheng exuding power also shocked him deeply.
He could never see through Chen Sheng. His path from jailer to warden was lukewarm, but gave people a harmonious and natural feeling.
It seemed as if he was supposed to be in that position, and even if he didn't fight for it, they had to give way to him. It was extremely unfathomable.
"When did it happen?"
Mr. Chen focused all his attention on the warden and asked the young slave for more information.
"Today at noon, dark clouds covered the sun, and the warden passed away."
The young servant told the story slowly and clearly. When he woke up this morning, he found that the warden was busy sorting out old things and putting them aside. He also wrote some words, but no one knew what they were for.
Perhaps feeling a little sleepy, the warden sat down and squinted. At this moment, his breath stopped and he passed away.
"well……"
Mr. Chen sighed. The warden must have anticipated something, perhaps he had sensed it yesterday and summoned him. Those words clearly showed the earnest expectation and concern of an old man.
He sorted out his thoughts, looked at Yang Huayue, and said, "Spread the news first, let them prepare, and then we will all send the warden off together."
As far as he knew, the warden was alone and had no children, so they were the ones who arranged his funeral.
"yes."
Yang Huayue left in a hurry.
…
This way.
Chen Sheng released a magical power, picked up the young slave, and instantly left the Black Abyss Prison, flew across the sky, and came to the mountain palace where the warden was kept.
Inside the palace, the warden's body had grown cold and his breath had stopped. His time had indeed come.
Beside him, there were some old things, a black sword, a jade slip of inheritance, and a storage bag.
"There are magical instruments lingering around the old warden, as if he is on guard, or as if he is waiting."
The young servant whispered.
“Buzz…”
Chen Sheng walked over and the black sword rushed forward, but it sensed the correct breath, circled around him twice, and gradually dissipated its brilliance, and placed on the ground like a stone ruler.
"Leave it for me?"
Mr. Chen whispered, and saw a white paper on the ground with words written on it. He pulled it over to read it and found that his guess was correct.
"Qingdi, I am gone now. I have no regrets in this life. You don't need to feel too sad."
"These are the external things that you cannot bring with you when you are born and cannot take with you when you die. I give them all to you."
These two short sentences were the warden's last words.
He left in a carefree and relaxed manner, with everything arranged and he left peacefully.
"I'll take you on this last journey."
Mr. Chen remained silent for a long time, still finding it hard to let go, but he could only slowly sort himself out and focus more of his energy on the present.
By the time Yang Huayue and others arrived, Chen Sheng had already been settled here. The palace was surrounded by white silk, and it was solemn and dignified. In the hall stood a coffin made of a century-old wood, and the warden was lying inside it, with no life left.
"Warden, if there is anything else you need, I can help you."
Chang Qi learned from Yang Huayue that Chen Sheng had never had any grudges against him, and he felt relieved. He also knew that this was a rare leader and that there was a great future for him if he followed him. So he changed his previous timid attitude and became extremely attentive.
"You will stay here for the next three days and guard the warden."
Although Mr. Chen could handle all the matters, the presence of everyone prevented the mourning hall from appearing deserted, and there would also be help in the subsequent burial when the coffin was opened.
"yes."
Naturally, everyone did not refuse. After walking around, they found that there was not much chores to do, so they rested beside the coffin, lit a bonfire, looked at the stars, and spent the long night.
"Our new warden has a very good character, which is admirable."
During the quiet time, the ten people also had some exchanges. Mr. Chen is now prominent, but he has no airs. The fact that he handled the funeral for the old warden really shows that he has a righteous mind.
"Anyway, I am convinced."
Chang Qi resolved his worries and became loyal to Chen Sheng, almost as loyal as Zhao Da.
This man is a die-hard supporter of the warden. Because of Chen Sheng's promotion, he was also promoted and is now the captain of the tenth team.
"Brother Yang, will Yanlou really escape from our control?"
Su Lin and Ling Jian are extremely concerned about the affairs of Yanlou. After all, with such a golden rooster that can produce resources continuously, anyone would want to keep it as a treasure.
When they thought of what Yang Huayue had said, that the warden had other plans for Yanlou, they became anxious.
"Go ask where the warden is."
Yang Huayue was getting a little annoyed. He was asked this question several times a day. He looked at her and knew that was where Chen Sheng was.
"How could I have the guts to do that?"
Su Lin and Ling Jian sighed. This was the time when Chen Sheng was in the worst mood. If they rushed over, they would be in trouble.
Moreover, it involves a conflict of interests, which is the most intense. I am also a little afraid that if I ask too much, I will be directly demoted.
"Then shut up."
Yang Huayue curled his lips.
He had been stubborn once, and after calming down, he began to regret it. He decided not to get involved in sensitive topics in the future.
…
Three days later.
The coffin was opened in the hall and everyone followed.
Mr. Chen arranged the hiding place on the mountain where Dafu was located. There were tombstones of the two old friends, facing each other from afar, so it shouldn't be too lonely.
After everyone settled down, Chen Sheng started to make arrangements. Some people went to dig the soil, some people built the tombstone, some people put up white flags, and some people spread yellow paper.
After a while, new graves were piled up on the lonely mountain peak. The autumn wind blew across the tombstones, like the whispers of dead souls, with a lingering aftertaste.
"It seems that the warden knows a lot about funeral etiquette."
Kuang Shucheng is over 200 years old and has participated in many funerals, big and small. However, if he were to preside over the funeral, he might not be able to do it as well as Mr. Chen.
"The warden has done it before."
Zhao Da had followed Chen Sheng and knew that this man had collected many miscellaneous books and had also personally carried the coffin and built the tomb for Da Fu. Everything had a traceable path.
"We work diligently, and perhaps we will be treated like this after we die."
Huang Sheng lived a solitary life, which was similar to the situation of the old warden and Dafu. He originally didn't feel much about this, but when this thought suddenly came to his mind, he couldn't help laughing.
“Why do I feel like there’s a way?”
Zhao Da and the others fell into deep thought. Putting aside all relationships and looking at it from an objective attitude, it was a rare affirmation in itself to have a high-ranking member of Guangxiu Xianzong personally preside over the funeral after death.
"Come and light a stick of incense."
Mr. Chen didn't know what everyone was whispering about, otherwise his expression would have been very complicated. At this moment, he was standing in front of the warden's grave, immersed in sadness.
Yang Huayue and others stepped forward one by one. In front of the tomb was yellow earth, and incense and candles shone like stars, with wisps of smoke rising.
"More than a decade has passed in a flash."
Mr. Chen looked at the new grave. Hazy smoke was floating in the air, and the figure of the warden seemed to emerge, but he was lying horizontally, without any sound.
How long ago was the sound? Actually, not long ago.
When he was the captain of the Dark Blade Team, they were still unfamiliar with each other and had never met each other. It was after the Rooster Case that the two came into contact and felt that they had met too late.
Quick, short, and passionate, it suddenly becomes cold and quiet.
This makes things seem a bit rushed, and I feel a lot of regret.
“Wuwuwu…”
The sound of suona was heard on the barren mountain.
Mr. Chen stood on the top of the mountain, his black robe dark and his eyes filled with an lingering depth. The wind blew away, touching the sky, which was filled with dark clouds. The sky was dim and everything lost its color.
When the music reached a high pitch, thousands of mountains and valleys seemed to be about to collapse, and the hundred-shou roared in an extremely shrill voice.
“This sound…”
Yang Huayue looked at his arm, his hair stood on end, his heart seemed to be blocked, he felt very depressed and wanted to burst into tears.
The sound of the suona, filled with sadness, has floated out of the material world and rushed into the spiritual world.
"Doon?"
Everyone looked at each other in shock. They were sure that it was a mundane sad song with nothing magical in it, but it truly shook their hearts.
It can only be said that Mr. Chen has reached a high level in this regard, and can make all things in heaven and earth mourn with him with just one song.
"Warden, goodbye."
Mr. Chen was immersed in sadness. After the song was over, his eyes regained tranquility and he bowed to the new grave in farewell, feeling free and easy, yet helpless.
(End of this chapter)
