Cultivating Immortals: I Can Save the Price

   Chapter 25 Sanxiang City Mental Hospital

  Ren Qing woke up feeling sore all over, especially the bones of his legs.

   He guessed that the nerve foot was stimulating the growth of the body. Fortunately, as long as it was subtle, there was no need to worry about being noticed by others.

   After all, he was only seventeen years old, so it was not too late to grow taller.

  Ren Qing practiced swordsmanship in the courtyard in the early morning, and when his physical strength was exhausted, he recovered by eating meat.

The    effect is definitely not as good as pig's eye, but it's better than nothing.

   Now there is a lack of channels for pig eyes, if the Blood Dog Gang still does not interfere in the business of stewed cooking, the speed of life extension may be greatly reduced.

   The sound of a rooster crowing sounded.

   Bo Feng and others woke up one after another, and then the yamen gradually became lively.

  Ren Qing did not act recklessly, he specially asked Bo Feng about the situation of Sibuzhai.

  Sibuzhai was in a closed state inside the yamen, and many people were imprisoned inside, and the yamen was not allowed to approach without an order.

   In Ren Qing's impression, Sibuzhai was a place where yamen were temporarily imprisoned.

   Among them are mainly yamen officers who commit crimes and await trial, or temporary confinement like firemen on Hexing Street.

   Even Bofeng has never been in, and his news was also learned from the patrolling and catching fast mouth, and the accuracy is doubtful.

  Ren Qing went in the direction of Sibuzhai. On the way, he contacted the yamen consciously or unintentionally, hoping to find a monk who mastered the magic.

  Too bad.

   But for the Hundred Eyes, he has narrowed the target range to yamen servants over forty years old, so it shouldn't be difficult to find some time.

  Ren Qing is not in a hurry, because as long as he can secretly obtain the pig's eyes, the threat of the Hundred Eyes can be minimized.

   He soon came to Sibuzhai.

   The exterior of the building looks more ordinary, but the yamen's supervision of it is extremely strict. There are five police officers patrolling the entrance alone.

  Ren Qing probed around Sibuzhai, and through his eyesight, he found that the doors and windows of each room were locked with strong iron chains.

   He could vaguely see that there were people living in some of the houses, but the light was dim, and he didn't know whether the yamen was being held.

  Ren Qing knows that many places in the yamen are not as simple as they seem, and may even contain strange objects.

   Fortunately, Sibuzhai is not strict, at least it means that there is not much danger.

  Ren Qing didn't hesitate too much, went straight to a remote corner, turned into Sibuzhai, and removed the footprints.

   Speaking of which, this place is really used to imprison yamen, why is it so eerie?

   He obviously felt that after entering the building, the surrounding temperature dropped a lot, which should be related to the shady side of the sun.

  Ren Qing stepped on the wooden floor, and several scavenging mice made vigilant calls, reminding his companions to be careful.

   He turned into the corridor leading to the depths. There were closed doors on both sides of the wall, and there were obviously people living inside.

   Hearing the footsteps approaching, these people started hitting the wall with their bodies, accompanied by heart-piercing shouts.

  Ren Qing saw such a big movement, he couldn't help standing up, his legs were showing signs of a werewolf, and he was ready to escape at any time.

   The patrolling hunter did not respond at all, not even moving his head.

  Ren Qing forcibly stabilized his mind. After seeing cannibal warriors and living human skins, he was almost scared by a lunatic.

   He leaned closer to the rear partition and listened carefully, all muttering frantically.

   "Don't kill me, human flesh doesn't taste good."

   "I saw it, the monster was in the dark, it looked at me and smiled."

   "Kill him, only kill him!!"

  Ren Qing immediately guessed that it was very likely that Sibuzhai was detaining those people who had gone mad because of their exposure to weirdness.

   After all, there are both male and female voices, but there has never been a woman serving in the yamen.

  Ren Qing couldn't help but complain: "Actually, it's most appropriate to call it Sanxiang Mental Hospital."

  After the veil of terror was lifted, the fear disappeared.

   He looked around in Sibuzhai, and found that there was a quiet area. Not surprisingly, this was the place for temporary confinement of yamen.

  Most of the rooms are empty, and the furniture inside seems to be able to accommodate seven or eight people.

  Ren Qing searched for half an hour, and finally found the group of firemen on Hexing Street in a deeper corner.

   They were detained in a room with candles lit and faint sandalwood wafting out, showing that the treatment was not bad.

  Ren Qing made no secret of coming to the door, and a man's voice sounded inside: "Brother, I don't know when we can go out. It's too boring to have no deadline."

   "Yes, in fact, the outside of the city has nothing to do with the plague..."

   "Shut up, can you talk nonsense about this?"

  Ren Qing breathed a sigh of relief, it sounds like there should be three people right, is it that his concerns are suspicious?

   He lowered his throat and said, "Now that the yamen is strict, it is unrealistic to want to go out in a short time, but you can tell me if you have any needs."

   The fire worker who sounded more mature said: "You are new to Sibuzhai, right? I heard your voice for the first time."

  According to Ren Qing’s memory, there was indeed a man in his 40s among the fire workers who returned to Sanxiang City.

  Ren Qing continued: "It is indeed the first time here, so I shouldn't have offended you."

   "Of course not, but it's really cold here at night, so please, brother, help us get some more quilts, thank you."

  Ren Qing chatted with them for about ten minutes, and tried to talk a few times, but the older fireman was very tight-lipped.

   But when it comes to the plague outside the city, their tone is inevitably full of fear, and even hesitant.

   had no choice. Seeing this, Ren Qing planned to leave Sibuzhai, at least to make sure that nothing strange happened.

   It took a long time to get in, but it only took a few minutes to get out.

  Ren Qing was about to climb over the wall when suddenly his pupils shrank, and he froze in place subconsciously.

   The memory in my mind began to blur again, including the picture of the fire worker on Hexing Street in the teahouse, where the older fire worker actually disappeared from the memory.

  Ren Qing pinched his temple against the wall and recorded it with his fingers.

   But as long as you close your eyes, you will forget it in the blink of an eye, and finally rely on the connection of irrelevant memories to reluctantly write down.

  Ren Qing suspects that there are more than three fire workers on Hexing Street.

   What is it that can affect memory, and even forcefully wipe out the living people from the yamen's Sibuzhai.

   There should be no strange things on them, otherwise the jailer will definitely notice.

Is    some kind of restricted area?

   It is necessary to know that the strange things above the half-corpse realm have intelligence. If a large number of monks die in the restricted area, what kind of existence will those strange things form?

  Ren Qing's heavy pupils turned, and his right hand couldn't help but hold the handle of the Damiao knife, and even his legs were covered with werewolf.

  It took him more than ten breaths to calm down, but the urgency in his heart was like a cloud.

  It is reasonable to say that when the sky falls, there will be tall people on it, but there will be eggs under the nest.

   (end of this chapter)