Immortal Cultivation – I Can Save The Costs

2022-04-28

Chapter 27 Sanxiang City Mental Hospital

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

He guessed that the Divine Foot Sutra was stimulating the growth of the body. Fortunately, as long as it has unnoticeable influence, there is no need to worry about being noticed by others.

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

Ren Qing practiced Blade Technique in the courtyard in the early morning, and when he was exhausted, he recovered by eating pig’s eyes.

It’s a pity that there are not many pig’s eyes left. If Blood Dog Gang still doesn’t get involved in the stew business, the speed of life extension may be greatly reduced.

The sound of a rooster crowing sounded.

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

Ren Qing did not act recklessly. He specifically asked Bo Feng about the situation of Sibuzhai.

Sibuzhai is in a closed state in the yamen, and many people are detained in it, and the yamen is not allowed to approach without orders.

In Ren Qing’s impression, Sibuzhai is a place where yamen are temporarily imprisoned.

Among them are mainly yamen wardens who have committed crimes awaiting trial, or temporary confinement like the fireman on Hexing Street.

Even Bo Feng has never been in, and his information 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 cultivator who mastered the magic.

Too bad.

However, for Hundred-Eyed Person, he has narrowed the target range to the yamen who are over forty years old. It should not be difficult to find some time to waste.

Ren Qing is not in a hurry, because as long as the pig’s eyes can be obtained covertly, the threat of Hundred-Eyed Person 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 searched around Sibuzhai, and through his eyesight, he found that the doors and windows of each room were locked with strong chains.

He vaguely saw that some of the houses seemed to have people living in them, but the light was dim, and he didn’t know whether the yamen was being detained.

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

Fortunately, Sibuzhai is not very 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 a bit gloomy and terrifying.

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 footsteps approaching, these people began to hit the wall with their bodies, accompanied by heart-piercing shouts.

Ren Qing saw the movement was so loud, 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 didn’t react at all, not even moving his head.

Ren Qing forcibly stabilized his mind. After seeing the cannibal Martial Artist and the living human skin, he was almost scared by a lunatic.

He leaned closer to the rear wall 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, and it looked at me and smiled.”

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“Kill him, only kill him!!”

Ren Qing suddenly guessed that it is very likely that Sibuzhai is detaining those people who have gone crazy because of contact with strange things.

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 complaining: “Actually, it’s the most appropriate name for Sanxiang Mental Hospital.”

After the horror 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 looks like it can accommodate seven or eight people.

Ren Qing searched for one hour in a row, and finally found the group of fireman on Hexing Street in a deep 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.”

“Yeah, in fact, the outside of the city has nothing to do with the plague…”

“Shut up, can you talk nonsense about this?”

Ren Qing relaxed, it should be The three of you are right, are your concerns too suspicious?

He lowered his throat and said, “Now 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.”

It sounds more mature. The fireman said: “You are new to Sibuzhai, I heard your voice for the first time.”

According to Ren Qing’s memory, the fireman who returned to Sanxiang City at that time did indeed contain A man in Lent.

Ren Qing continued: “It’s really the first time here, so I shouldn’t have offended you.”

“Of course not, but it’s really cold here at night, so please help us brother. Get some quilts, many thanks.”

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.

There was no other way, Ren Qing decided to leave Sibuzhai when he saw this, at least he made 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, subconsciously stunned in place.

The memory in my mind began to blur again, including the picture of the fireman on Hexing Street in the teahouse, in which the older fireman was disappeared from 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 fireman in Ho Hing Street.

What is it that can affect memory, even forcibly erasing a living person from the yamen’s Sibuzhai.

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

Is it some kind of restricted area?

You must know that the strange things above Half-Corpse Realm have spiritual wisdom. If a large number of cultivators die in the restricted area, what kind of existence will those strange things form?

Ren Qing’s eyes twitched, his right hand grabbed the handle of the Greatseed Blade, 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 clouded over.

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)