American Comics: BOSS Invasion

As evening approached, everyone finished dinner and sat on the ground, staring blankly at each other.

Even if they didn't stare blankly, there was nothing else to do. Due to the large number of people imprisoned, they had begun to be sent out to work in batches.

Those with lighter crimes would at most sweep the floor, clean up garbage, or do some mending and washing.

If their condition was severe, they would be transported in specially made carriages to work in the mines, unable to even get a sip of water all day, their bodies exhausted, unable to even speak.

Especially those lazy beggars who originally relied on the heavens for food, covered in lice and too lazy to even move, were forced by hunger and the supervisors to do the heaviest work.

After returning, they wished they were dead. Although they didn't dare to say anything on the surface, the way they looked at Hong Qigong in private began to change.

It wasn't that they hadn't thought about resisting, but the Six Doors were powerful, and they were also poisoned by a mysterious toxin. Even if their minds rejected it, their bodies would disobey orders and start working on their own, not stopping until every last bit of strength was drained from their bodies.

So, under normal circumstances, no one in the prison spoke anymore, they were simply too tired.

Compared to the unimportant supporting characters, the protagonists who had entered the two prison cells first lived more freely.

Firstly, they had relatively high status in the martial world, and secondly, they were all famous supporting characters. Even if Qi Shan had decided to confront them head-on, it didn't prevent him from liking these characters.

Huang Rong was talking to Guo Jing, her mood was good, but she occasionally looked at Guo Jing's face.

This matter was truly impossible to explain. She had caused the trouble herself, and the Six Doors had made a fair judgment. At most, she would stay in prison for three months before walking out swaggeringly.

Brother Jing was implicated for saving her, and his six masters suffered an undeserved disaster.

Looking at the cell full of experts, it was all her fault.

So, at this time, she must not mention that she was about to be released from prison, otherwise, it would be easy to be resented.

After a while, the constables changed shifts.

Two blue-clad constables, one fat and one thin, replaced the guards at the duty table in front of the prison.

The thin one was taciturn, holding the demon blade to his chest, gently leaning against the cold wall, his eyes half-open, looking at the prison cell, never speaking.

The fat one wiped the sweat from his head while flipping through the books in his hand, muttering, "It's the end of the year, it's almost the end of the year, it's time for the performance appraisal again! Last time, I passed it without understanding anything, what will I do next year if I don't pass this time?"

The thin one said expressionlessly: "It's useless to start praying to Buddha only when you're in trouble, isn't it?"

"Sharpening your spear before battle, even if it's not fast, it'll still be sharp! Besides, the general cultivation methods issued by our team only include the Nine Yin and Nine Yang manuals.

One is like a comprehensive outline of martial arts, with a vast amount of Taoist terminology, making people dizzy and scratching their heads, really unable to understand what exactly is written inside?

The other is even more ridiculous, it's actually a kung fu focused on cultivating internal strength, with a nature leaning towards Buddhism.

Who doesn't know that internal strength can only be cultivated through slow and steady effort? By the time the Nine Yang Divine Skill is mastered, who knows how old we'll be!"

Just as the fat constable finished speaking, a loud bang suddenly sounded from the prison cell, startling him.

Turning his head, he saw Huang Yaoshi's somewhat grim old face, squeezed between the wooden栅栏, staring fiercely at the fat constable, saying: "You said the blue-clad constables are practicing the Nine Yin Manual?"

Bang!

Next to him, another old face squeezed out, Hong Qigong!

"You also have the Nine Yang Divine Skill, which is of the same level as the Nine Yin Manual? Do you know what you're saying?

The Nine Yin Manual was the prize of the Mount Hua Sword Debate more than a decade ago, and it belonged to the number one martial artist Wang Chongyang. Where did the Six Doors get it from?"

Bang!

Before Hong Qigong could finish speaking, another old face appeared next to him, it was Old Urchin Zhou Botong. He actually showed the same expression as Hong Qigong, his eyes wide open, staring intently at the fat constable.

But these things have nothing to do with my year-end assessment! Be honest, don't bother me, let me figure out this secret, maybe I'll encounter fill-in-the-blank questions tomorrow!"

Huang Yaoshi's eyeballs were about to pop out.

He was about to go crazy. This was impossible, how could this be possible? Back then, his beloved wife exhausted her efforts and vomited blood to write the Nine Yin Manual that he longed for.

For more than a decade, he had always wanted to obtain the Nine Yin Manual to burn to his deceased wife as an apology.

It was precisely for this reason that he had been at odds with Old Urchin Zhou Botong.

If the Nine Yin Manual was just something that could be obtained so easily, then what was the meaning of his persistence and actions for more than a decade?

Huang Yaoshi's face turned red.

Hong Qigong secretly thought it was bad, his palm pressed against Huang Yaoshi's back, and his internal force gently flowed, circulating through the meridians.

Finally, before he could erupt, he suppressed the restless true energy.

Hong Qigong shook his head and sighed, and Huang Yaoshi nodded slightly to express his gratitude.

The two looked at each other, and then looked at the fat constable who was looking down at the book, and suddenly had an idea.

"Officer! Aren't you holding a golden rice bowl and begging for food? Is researching martial arts secrets such a small matter that you have to scratch your head in worry?"

Hong Qigong greeted with a smile.

The fat one turned his head: "What do you mean by that?"

"Isn't it obvious? Don't look at us as prisoners, but we were once experts in the martial world. Take the one next to me, for example, he is one of the Five Greats of the World, Huang Yaoshi. He participated directly in the Mount Hua Sword Debate back then, and he is proficient in everything from qin, chess, calligraphy, painting, divination, and astrology. He is very smart. If you don't understand anything, he knows everything.

Why don't you just ask him? Why bother burying yourself in researching materials, racking your brains, and still ending up confused!"

The fat one nodded: "What you said is right, but the Nine Yin Manual is the internal cultivation method of the Six Doors constables, you can't look at it!

Although it's not a rare thing, you can't steal it, so give up on that idea!"

"Don't, don't, we won't look! Didn't you say you don't understand some Taoist terminology? You pick them out and ask, and let Huang Yaoshi answer them one by one!"

The fat one's eyes lit up, this was indeed a good idea!