Chapter 71

Shen Yao Xing lay in bed for several days before getting up, which made her feel terribly bored. Even with someone by her side to chat, she still felt stifled and was eager to go out for some fresh air.

Although sunlight couldn’t penetrate here, at least the air was better than inside the room.

Jiang Ming Yue remained by her side. Shen Yao Xing stretched out her arms to loosen up her muscles, pounded her waist that had become a bit stiff from lying down, and glanced at him, “Don’t you have other things to attend to in your chambers?”

The implication was that she actually wanted to be alone.

Jiang Ming Yue shook his head, completely ignoring her intention.

These past few days, the young man had been extremely clingy, as if he wanted to be attached to her. Although she didn’t reject it, after a long time, Shen Yao Xing still felt the air was a bit suffocating.

After thinking for a moment, she felt the need for something to pass the time and liven up the atmosphere, “Do you have anything fun around here?”

Jiang Ming Yue tilted his head slightly. His originally gaunt face had regained its color, and his jet-black hair was as smooth as before. A few strands blew against his cheeks, and below his upturned eye corners was a tear mole, adding a touch of bewitching charm to his entire face.

If he didn’t have absolute power, such a face would probably have been fought over until it withered and faded long ago.

It’s such a pity he wasn’t born a woman with looks like that, otherwise they could have been sisters, Shen Yao Xing thought silently.

The young man seemed to think of something, his lips curling up as he looked at her intently, “I’ll take you to see something, you’ll definitely be happy.”

“What thing?” Shen Yao Xing asked instinctively.

“Follow me.”

Jiang Ming Yue took the girl’s hand, and seeing no reaction from her, the smile on his lips grew increasingly sweet and enchanting.

Shen Yao Xing was really quite curious about what this “thing” was, so she allowed him to lead her.

The figure walking in front was tall and straight. It had to be said that his height was quite in line with her aesthetic, taller than the average man in this world. His face was also good-looking, although his methods were a bit cruel and his temperament a bit odd. However, after spending these few days together, she clearly felt that this person had changed quite a bit.

He was very patient, and unlike before, he didn’t show a cold face at the slightest provocation.

Hmm, getting married didn’t seem so bad.

Jiang Ming Yue led her through several winding small paths, finally stopping in front of a gloomy door. Why say gloomy? Because the light here was even dimmer, everything around was deathly still, and on either side of the door stood two men with rigid faces, expressionless like mannequins.

A faint chill was even seeping out from inside the door.

This scene was truly unsettling.

Shen Yao Xing didn’t really want to go in, but her hand was held by the young man, and her feet unconsciously followed him.

After entering, there was a stone staircase leading down. The path was spacious, with torches on both walls at intervals. Even though there were torches all the way down the stairs, they couldn’t ward off the chill that seemed to emanate from the walls, cold enough to give her goosebumps.

Sensing the girl’s discomfort, Jiang Ming Yue stopped and turned back, “What’s wrong?”

He seemed unable to imagine that the girl would be cold, after all, martial artists generally know better how to use their inner energy to resist cold. Moreover, he had long been accustomed to this kind of chilly air and didn’t feel it was any different from outside.

Shen Yao Xing, whose injuries had not yet healed, naturally couldn’t use her inner energy. She raised her hand to touch her cool neck and honestly said, “It’s a bit cold.”

Jiang Ming Yue frowned, his eyes showing a trace of frustration. He turned slightly to the wall, took down a torch and handed it to the girl, “Hold this to keep warm.”

His hand had never let go from the beginning, carrying an indescribable stubbornness. The orange-yellow firelight shone on his face, revealing an eerie gentleness.

For some reason, Shen Yao Xing always felt there was a sense of incongruity. Can a person really change so much in such a short time?

After taking the torch, they continued down the stone stairs. As they got closer to the bottom, the cold intensified, and Shen Yao Xing brought the fire closer. The view gradually opened up, and what met her eyes was a dungeon.

The young man was still leading her, and as they passed cell after cell, Shen Yao Xing glanced into each one. The light inside the cells was not very clear, and she couldn’t distinguish whether the prisoners were male or female, but their conditions were all similar.

It was as if their souls had been sucked out. Some sat slumped against the wall, some lay on the ground, some curled up in balls. With so many people locked up, she couldn’t hear a single groan of pain or cry for help.

Completely different from prisoners in other jails.

As if they had despaired to the point of losing all desire to live, like dead people.

“You need not pity them,” Jiang Ming Yue suddenly spoke as he walked in front. His voice seemed to be tinged with the chill of this place. Even though he deliberately softened his tone, he couldn’t hide the coolness that peeked through.

“Everyone locked up here has blood on their hands, they are evil people who deserve to die,” Jiang Ming Yue turned back, his pitch-black eyes looking at her as he slightly curved his lips, as if explaining to her, “If they were set free, I’m afraid many innocent people would suffer.”

The young man said this without any sense of gravity, as if he was simply informing her of the consequences. There was even a faint hint of pleasure in his tone.

Shen Yao Xing almost believed his nonsense.

Passing through row after row of cells, they turned left and unexpectedly came upon a water prison. In the dim view, Shen Yao Xing vaguely saw a figure in the center of the water prison, hands chained up, head hanging limply.

The body exposed above the water looked somewhat familiar to Shen Yao Xing. Just as she was about to use the light from her torch to see more clearly, the light in the water prison suddenly brightened as several rows of candles on the wall were lit.

Shen Yao Xing finally saw the person clearly.

“How is it her?” It was actually that Diran!

“I captured her,” Jiang Ming Yue said.

The corners of Jiang Ming Yue’s mouth were raised high, his eyes looking at her with burning intensity, full of a desire for praise.

But Shen Yao Xing didn’t look at him, squinting at the woman whose thighs were submerged in water. She wasn’t sure if it was her imagination, but she thought she saw something wriggling in the water just now.

Before she could see clearly what it was, her eyes were covered, and the young man’s dissatisfied voice sounded in her ear.

“Why are you staring at her like that?”