Chapter 132: The Prison, Your Husband Is Here

Chen Yaozu had no choice but to lock those few old Mexicans in the prison first.

To be honest, fortunately he had Hu Ying and the Spirit Mirror, plus thirty-six Mengmeng Soul, enough to cover these yamen and the entire construction site with Ghost Wall.

No need to worry about being discovered by others.

Otherwise, the charge of illegal detention would be unavoidable.

The prison cell was simple, following the style of the Ming Dynasty period; the cells were not brick-and-tile structures, but needed to be dug underground, commonly called dungeons.

Brick and tile walls were easily tunneled through to escape.

Dig a wide trench in the ground, and build walls on the mud pit walls with stone, glutinous rice, lime, and sand; let alone tunneling, even if you were given a chisel, you couldn't chisel it open.

Then, all the partition walls between cells were also stone walls, but the fences outside were made of raw wood, so that jailers could observe conveniently, lest something happen to the prisoners inside that outsiders couldn't see.

But that was ancient times; now, it's all reinforced concrete.

As for beds and such, originally there were none; following the Ming system, generally straw was placed inside.

Who had that spare money to buy you bedding and quilts? But now times are different; every cell has an iron-frame bed, and there are toilets too.

After all, it's the 21st century now; one can't really copy the prison conditions of the Great Ming Dynasty period.

At the entrance of the dungeon, there was a high window letting in sunlight; if no lamps were lit, it was the only light source in the depths of the dungeon.

Such an environment could cause a state of psychological oppression in people, so when truly brought to the gongtang for trial, it would be easier to make them break down.

Ancient prisons were like this.

The cells at the entrance were usually for those not yet fully convicted, temporarily detained, and possibly released.

And those convicted, especially of heavy crimes like murder and robbery, were usually locked in the prison, at the next level deep around a bend.

There was no light there, because after turning a bend and digging down another level, there was also not much sound.

Such cells were torture for those heavy criminals.

Of course.

Now times are different; these cells all have lights installed below, but since there are currently no prisoners, the lights haven't been turned on much.

Those few old Mexicans had no power to resist at all, and were brought by a few weird white men soldiers wearing something like medieval armor to this somewhat gloomy and dark underground place.

They were sent into the third cell.

Only then did they notice they were not the first batch of prisoners in this gloomy underground cell; the first cell already had someone locked up, and it was a woman.

An Eastern woman who, even in a dark environment, could be seen at a glance to be breathtakingly beautiful; that woman heard the noise and hurriedly rushed happily to the wooden fence to look out.

When she discovered it was a squad of soldiers escorting prisoners down, she disappointedly returned to her bed.

The moment Moff saw this Eastern woman, he didn't know if it was because the Puff Soul within him had awakened, but he suddenly blew a lewd whistle, with an extremely soul-stirring expression.

The stunningly beautiful Eastern woman in the cell just glanced at him, then turned her head back to look at the wall, as if the country dog who had just whistled wasn't worth her investing a bit of attention.

Instead, the medieval soldiers escorting them down, as if feeling provoked, smashed down with the Eastern ancient standard long saber together with its scabbard.

Under the terrified gazes of the others, the medieval soldier directly slapped Moff onto the ground with one scabbard strike.

This slap on the back was a bit ruthless, seemingly injuring his lung; the burning pain made the old Mexican cough uncontrollably, and what he coughed up was blood.

Then several soldiers, like throwing trash, threw these few old Moffs into the third building, locked the door, and went out.

"Moff, how are you?"

"These medieval jailers are really ruthless!" Ris and several others who hadn't dared to fart just now hurriedly lifted him onto the bed and checked his injuries.

The oldest one was very experienced; after asking a few questions, he came to a conclusion: "It's fine, just a shock to the lungs; it'll be better in ten days or so! But whether we can hold on until ten days later is now a question! If only we had a cell phone now, I could call the police!"

Compared to unknown dangers, weird medieval soldiers, ancient Eastern architecture, and this gloomy dungeon.

The oldest old Mexican instead hoped more to fall into the hands of the police.

Although American police would empty magazines on the street at the slightest provocation, as long as you didn't give them an excuse or an opportunity, being locked up in prison for decades or even centuries was actually better than unknown fear.

Actually, after experiencing the matter of turning around for more than half the night at this construction site and still not getting out, anyone with a bit of intelligence knew they had encountered something like a fantastic and weird thing.

So, until dawn, except for the injured Moff who fell asleep, no one else slept.

The oldest Mexican wanted to greet the Eastern woman in the first cell and ask what the situation was, but the other party didn't respond at all.

But soon it was noon; the dungeon's big door opened, and two medieval soldiers carrying things walked in.

Hearing the noise, several old Mexicans walked to the cell fence; seeing the food in the two soldiers' hands, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

But then something happened that made them suck in a breath of cold air: the two medieval soldiers stopped at the Eastern woman's first cell, did not put down the food, but put down an incense burner, lit two candles and three incense sticks.

That Eastern woman actually stood at the fence, sniffed the smoke and fire scent, and the two candles and three incense sticks suddenly burned down to the bottom.

Then the woman, as if full, rubbed her belly, responded, left the fence and disappeared; she should have gone back to bed to sleep.

Several old Mexicans looked at me, I looked at you, and all discovered sweat beads on their companions' foreheads and noses.

What kind of good person eats like this?

Could it be that the food for us people here is also this kind? We can't eat this stuff! Fortunately, the two medieval soldiers carrying things came to their cell; on the food tray were not those candles and strange incense.

It was one Mexican corn tortilla per person, a large cup of Coke, and thoughtfully a small bag of ketchup for each person.

After taking it in hand, Ris tried taking a bite; hmm... the taste was not bad.

But the oldest old Mexican looked back at Moff sleeping on the bed and tried to put forward his request.

"My companion's lung is injured; he needs a doctor."

"Also, Mexicans actually don't like drinking Coke; can the Coke be changed to water?"

The medieval soldier before them listened somewhat dully to his request, glanced at the person lying on the bed asleep, and somehow pulled out a piece of paper and a pen.

An old Mexican who had been to school and could understand English saw that the other party actually wrote seriously: Prisoner requests, needs a doctor; Mexicans don't like drinking Coke; apply to change the large cup of Coke to water.

And now.

Tian Erdai had already gotten off the plane; at the airport he was picked up by Zhou Jiping, and together with Li Jianguo was sent over.

Just arriving here, he saw a large construction site under construction, and also a very Eastern ancient-style architectural complex; above the big door of the architectural complex hung a large signboard: 【Great Ming Pacification Office】.

Most importantly, under that big door stood an acquaintance he had known for a long time but was meeting offline for the first time.

This is Mr. Chen Yaozu, who supposedly cultivates in the Mysterious World.

……

Dungeon.

"Tian clan, your husband Tian Ritian has arrived!"

Hu Ying appeared at the first Lao Fang, with two armored foreign soldiers behind her, the foreign soldiers holding trays in their arms, on the trays were phoenix coronets and rosy capes……

(Chapter End)