The Secret Way of Immortality

After waking up, Ren Qing felt sore all over, especially in his legs.

He guessed it was the Godly Legs Sutra stimulating his body to grow, but fortunately, as long as it was gradual, he wouldn't have to worry about being noticed by others.

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

Ren Qing took advantage of the early morning to practice his swordsmanship in the courtyard, and when his energy was exhausted, he recovered by eating meat.

The effect was definitely not as good as pig eyes, but it was better than nothing.

Now, the supply of pig eyes was scarce, and if the Blood Hound Gang still didn't interfere with the braised food business, his lifespan extension would probably be greatly reduced.

The rooster crowed.

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

Ren Qing didn't act rashly. He specifically asked Bo Feng about the situation at the Si Bu Zhai.

The Si Bu Zhai was in a closed state within the yamen, holding quite a few people, and yamen runners were not allowed to approach without orders.

In Ren Qing's memory, the Si Bu Zhai was a place for temporarily detaining yamen runners.

It mainly housed yamen runners who had committed crimes and were awaiting trial, or those temporarily confined like the fire workers from He Xing Street.

Even Bo Feng had never been inside. His information was obtained from patrol officers, so its accuracy was questionable.

Ren Qing headed towards the Si Bu Zhai, intentionally making contact with the yamen runners along the way, hoping to find a cultivator who had mastered spells.

Unfortunately, he gained nothing.

However, regarding the Hundred-Eyed One, he had narrowed down the target range to yamen runners over the age of forty. It shouldn't be difficult to find with some time.

Ren Qing wasn't in a hurry, because as long as he could secretly obtain pig eyes, he could minimize the threat of the Hundred-Eyed One.

He soon arrived at the Si Bu Zhai.

The building's exterior looked ordinary, but the yamen's supervision of it was extremely strict. There were five constables patrolling just at the entrance.

Ren Qing explored the Si Bu Zhai, and through the vision of his Double Pupils, he discovered that the doors and windows of each room were locked with sturdy iron chains.

He vaguely saw that some rooms seemed to be inhabited, but the light was dim, and he didn't know if yamen runners were being held there.

Ren Qing knew that many places in the yamen were not as simple as they seemed on the surface, and might even contain strange objects.

Fortunately, the Si Bu Zhai wasn't too tightly guarded, which at least indicated that there wasn't much danger.

Without much hesitation, Ren Qing went straight to a secluded corner of the wall, climbed into the Si Bu Zhai, and cleaned up his footprints.

Was this place really used to detain yamen runners? Why was it so gloomy and terrifying?

He clearly felt that after entering the building, the surrounding temperature dropped a lot, which should be related to its location on the shady side of the sunlight.

Ren Qing stepped on the wooden floor, and several scavenging rats made cautious cries, reminding their companions to be careful.

He turned into a corridor leading to the depths, with closed doors on both sides of the wall, and it was obvious that people were living inside.

Hearing footsteps approaching, these people began to constantly slam their bodies against the walls, accompanied by heart-rending screams.

Seeing such a commotion, Ren Qing couldn't help but feel his hair stand on end, and his legs showed signs of werewolf transformation, ready to escape at any time.

But the patrolling constables didn't react at all, not even moving their heads.

Ren Qing forcibly steadied his mind. After seeing man-eating warriors and living human skin, he was almost scared by lunatics.

He approached and listened carefully through the wall, and all he heard were crazy murmurs.

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

"I saw it, that monster is in the darkness, it's smiling at me."

"Kill him, only by killing him!!"

Ren Qing immediately had a guess. It was very likely that the Si Bu Zhai was holding those civilians who had gone mad from contact with strange things.

After all, there were male and female voices, but the yamen never had female employees.

Ren Qing couldn't help but complain, "Actually, calling it Sanxiang Mental Hospital would be more appropriate."

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

He searched around the Si Bu Zhai and found an area that was relatively quiet. As expected, this was the place used for temporarily confining yamen runners.

Most of the rooms were empty, and the furniture inside looked like it could accommodate seven or eight people.

Ren Qing searched for nearly half an hour before finally finding the group of fire workers from He Xing Street in a deeper corner.

They were being held in a room with candles lit and a faint scent of sandalwood wafting out, indicating that the treatment wasn't bad.

Ren Qing didn't hide his presence as he came to the door. A man's voice sounded from inside: "Brother, I don't know when we can get out. It's too hard to endure without a deadline."

"Yeah, in fact, the city outskirts have nothing to do with the plague..."

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

Ren Qing breathed a sigh of relief. It sounded like there were indeed three people. Could his worries be just paranoia?

He lowered his voice and said, "The yamen is strict now, and it's unrealistic to want to get out in a short time, but you can tell me if you have any needs."

The fire worker who sounded more mature said, "You're new to the Si Bu Zhai, right? This is the first time I've heard your voice."

According to Ren Qing's memory, among the fire workers who returned to Sanxiang City at that time, there was indeed a man in his forties.

Ren Qing continued, "It's indeed my first time here. I hope I haven't offended you."

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

Ren Qing talked with them for about ten minutes, trying to get information out of them several times, but the older fire worker kept his mouth shut.

However, when the topic of the plague outside the city came up, their tone was inevitably filled with fear, and they even became hesitant.

Helpless, Ren Qing decided to leave the Si Bu Zhai, at least confirming that no strange phenomena had occurred.

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 his pupils suddenly contracted, and he subconsciously froze in place.

The memories in his mind began to blur again, including the scene of seeing the He Xing Street fire workers in the teahouse. The older fire worker had disappeared from his memory.

Ren Qing pinched his temples and leaned against the wall, using his fingers to record on the wall.

But as long as he closed his eyes, he would forget it in the blink of an eye, and finally he barely remembered it by connecting unrelated memories.

Ren Qing suspected that there were more than three fire workers from He Xing Street.

What exactly could affect memory, and even forcibly erase living people from the yamen's Si Bu Zhai?

There shouldn't be any strange objects on them, otherwise the prison guards would have noticed.

Could it be some kind of forbidden area?

You should know that strange objects above the Half-Corpse Realm have intelligence. If a large number of cultivators die in the forbidden area, what kind of existence will those strange objects form?

The Double Pupils in Ren Qing's eyes turned, and his right hand couldn't help but grip the handle of the Great Miao Sword, and even his legs were covered by werewolf transformation.

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

Logically speaking, there are tall people to hold up the sky when it falls, but when the nest is overturned, no egg remains intact.