The death row was dark and damp, with puddles of water and mud on the ground, mixed with rotten flesh and blood, including the flesh and blood of death row prisoners, rats, and maggots.
The smell in the entire death row was extremely bad and disgusting.
The disciple from the Law Enforcement Hall pushed Fang Jian directly into a damp cell, locked the heavy iron door, and hurried away.
After Fang Jian entered the cell, he discovered that most of the cells here were made of virtual iron.
Although cultivators cannot use virtual iron to refine magic weapons, it is an excellent material for refining things to deal with cultivators.
Fang Jian stepped on the prison floor with both feet, and rays of spiritual light spread out under his feet. His Qingxia Yudou Qilin robe was spotless.
In the dark prison, Fang Jian discovered that he had a cellmate, who was looking at him with a pair of bright eyes.
Fang Jian walked forward and sat down not far from her. The moment Fang Jian sat down, the dust and dirt on the ground instantly scattered around. That was the dust-repelling power of the Qingxia Yudou Qilin robe.
After sitting down, Fang Jian looked carefully at his cellmate. She was about fifteen or sixteen years old, thin and shriveled, with unhealthy black skin, but her eyes were exceptionally bright. Fang Jian even saw a hint of unyielding will in them.
"What's your name?" Fang Jian asked the young inmate.
The young inmate looked at Fang Jian curiously, then said in a hoarse voice, "Zhe Yu."
Upon hearing this, Fang Jian immediately used his magical power to write two words in the air and asked, "Are these the two words?"
Zhe Yu shook his head and said, "I can't read. That's the right of the young masters and young ladies."
"What are the rights of young masters and young ladies?" Fang Jian asked.
Zhe Yu said, "The children of high-ranking demon cultivators are naturally nobler than us low-ranking demon cultivators. Learning to read and write, and comprehending the Dao are their privileges."
Fang Jian heard this and asked curiously, "Then how do low-level demon cultivators practice?"
Zhe Yu said, "Every demon cultivator from a lower-ranking tribe is born with a Qi training method passed down through their blood. However, it's not a high-level method, just an ordinary Qi training method that only allows them to practice and gain magical power."
Having said this, Zhe Yu looked at Fang Jian and said, "Don't you know?"
Fang Jian shook his head and said, "I don't know."
Zhe Yu looked at Fang Jian quietly for a while, then said, "I just saw you use your magic power. Magic power is very precious here, you'd better keep it."
"Why?" Fang Jian asked.
Zhe Yu said, "Because they might keep you locked up forever, and by then you'll have to rely on mana to sustain your life. Also, this entire prison is made of virtual iron, so the spiritual energy is extremely thin."
"I do feel that, but this is a death row. Why would they keep him there forever? Shouldn't they be taken out for execution soon?" Fang Jian asked.
Zhe Yu said, "Imprisonment until death is also a form of execution."
"That's right, but I'm not worried now that you said that, because I don't have to worry about not having enough mana." Fang Jian said with a smile.
"Why?" Zhe Yu asked.
Fang Jian said, "Because they might drag me out and chop me up tomorrow."
"..." Zhe Yu had never seen such an optimistic person. Who among those thrown into death row wouldn't cry and wail in grief? How could there be such a person?
"What crime have you committed?" Zhe Yu asked.
Fang Jian said: "I was a deserter at the front line."
Zhe Yu heard this and said, "Oh, no wonder. Deserters will definitely die, and their souls will be destroyed."
Fang Jian looked at her again and asked, "What about you? What crime did you commit?"
Zhe Yu said, "I used to be a maidservant of a young master from the upper clan of the Zeng family. One time, the young master asked me to kneel down and let him ride me like a horse. I refused, so he beat me and then forced himself on my back. I leaned back and threw him to the ground."
"How long have you been imprisoned?" Fang Jian asked.
Zhe Yu said, "It's been almost a thousand days."
At this point, Zhe Yu looked at Fang Jian and said, "My mana is almost exhausted. If I run out of mana here, I will die soon. If I die and you are still alive, can you save me?"
Fang Jian said, "Sure. How do you want me to save you?"
Zhe Yu said, "If I die, send me to the plum tree outside the prison. I watched it grow in the crack of the wall."
"Okay, it's a deal." Fang Jian said with a smile.
Zhe Yu also laughed, and laughed happily, because she finally found someone who was willing to save her.
Fang Jian was happy, Zhe Yu was happy, but someone was unhappy.
This person was Lu Ying. He was floating quietly outside the prison, listening to the conversation between Fang Jian and Zhe Yu. He couldn't help but say coldly, "Don't worry, he will definitely die before you."
Hearing Lu Ying's voice, Zhe Yu immediately turned around and looked outside the prison.
Fang Jian had known that Lu Ying was coming, but he just didn't pay attention. When he heard Lu Ying's words, he looked over with Zhe Yu.
When Zhe Yu saw Lu Ying, her face suddenly changed. It was obvious that she recognized Lu Ying, so she couldn't help but look at Fang Jian again.
Fang Jian looked at Lu Ying outside with a smile and said, "Fellow Daoist, come in and sit down."
"Fellow Daoist?" Lu Ying was confused by Fang Jian for a moment, but he quickly reacted. He looked at Fang Jian expressionlessly and said, "You're quite good at playing dumb, but this time you've ruined the reputations of both the Lu and Yuan families. You won't be able to save yourself by playing dumb."
Fang Jian was slightly surprised when he heard this. "You are Lu... No, who are you to me?"
Lu Ying's eyes grew even colder as he stared at Fang Jian and asked, "You really don't know me?"
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