Regarding the things in the dungeon, General Qi can also guess something, and the Taoism in this will not be less than in their military camp.

However, General Qi didn't bother to care about these things, even if the old man took some oil and water and treated that person preferentially, what did he have to do with him? The relationship between them was originally one of mutual use, and as long as the old man didn't exaggerate too much, he would turn a blind eye.

It's just that he doesn't know why, General Qi vaguely feels that this young man in the prison is different from other prisoners, but he can't say what the difference is from this person.

Hearing the sound of heavy footsteps fading away, the young man huddled in the corner of the cell slowly raised his head, his dusty cheeks seemed to be slightly bruised, but his eyes were exceptionally clear.

As General Naqi was slowly moving forward, suddenly a soldier in front of him walked quickly, bowed his hand slightly, and said, "General, there is a vacant cell over there, but for some reason the cell door cannot be opened......

General Naqi glanced at this person slightly, and when he saw that it was a completely raw face, he was a little clear.

Naturally, the armor soldiers patrolling the city cannot be fixed forever, and his group of city patrol guards will naturally intersperse a few newcomers every now and then, and they don't know what kind of basket they will poke out.

Qi Zhou raised his head slightly towards him, motioning for him to lead the way, and behind them, the thin cell boss also followed, but under the smiling face, the thin fingers were slightly clenched.

With the sound of iron armor rubbing, the three of them walked all the way to attract the attention of some prisoners in the prison, in this dreary dungeon, looking at the reactions of these military masters every once in a while, it was slightly novel.

"This is it, General. ”

The young soldier led the way to a special cell, which was noticeably much tighter than the others, with thick stone walls on all sides, and even the door was made of heavy solid iron, except for the vents above the door, not even a single iron window was left, and even the corners of the inside could not be seen.

In front of the door of the cell, in addition to the young soldier who led the way, there was another armored sergeant who was obviously much older, and when he saw the general's gaze, a look of helplessness appeared on the face of the general.

Obviously, when the newcomer noticed the strangeness of this cell just now, he had already dissuaded it, but it was obvious that there was no effect, and then he found General Qi's body.

General Qi glanced up and down at the heavy iron gate, and before he could say anything, the old man who had been following them approached, glanced at the heavy iron gate, and said with a wry smile: "General, this is the place where some dangerous death row prisoners were held in the early years, and it has long been abandoned in these years, and the method of opening the door is very cumbersome, if the general has some doubts, it is better to give the old man some time, and let the old man get the key......"

The old man's expression when he spoke was not the same, and the sincerity in his words seemed to really open the iron door, but it was difficult for others to notice that when he spoke, his left hand, which was slightly shrunk in the cuffs, made a slight button-sized gesture and shook it slightly at the general.

"Haven't opened it in years?"

When General Qi Zhou saw the appearance of the old man, he seemed to know something in his heart, raised his hand and pressed it on the heavy iron door, and asked rhetorically.

"Hey-yes, this cell hasn't been opened for twelve years since the 'Iron Arm Marquis' was locked up back then, and once this iron lock is closed, at least nine locks must be opened in a row to open it, where will it be ...... on weekdays?"

Rumble!

Before the old man could finish speaking, General Qi's palm pressing on the iron door shook slightly, and a huge force suddenly spread in his palm, and a loud sound instantly spread throughout the entire dungeon, making those prisoners who looked numb subconsciously poke out half of their heads.

This is a kind of inch strength technique, don't look at his arm without moving, the huge force transmitted in the palm of General Qi's palm is enough to reach thousands of stones in an instant, not to mention a door, even a wall should be shattered logically.

However, in front of General Naqi, the iron door was still unmoving, but in the gap in the corner of the iron gate, a thick layer of dust flew out of it, and in the blink of an eye, it wrapped all the people in front of the door, obviously it had not been opened for a while.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

The old man was caught off guard, opened his mouth and didn't know how much dust he had swallowed, his face was swollen and red, as if he was about to cough out his internal organs, and his nose and tears flowed sideways, looking extremely embarrassed.

The other two soldiers in front of the cell door didn't seem to have expected such a huge reaction from the general's palm, and they naturally made a fuss for a while.

"It seems that it has indeed not been opened for a while, so forget it, there will not be so much time to spend with you!"

General Naqi raised his hand and patted the dust on the armor, his face full of disgust, turned to glare at the previous recruit, and walked out of the cell.

It's just that at the moment when he staggered with the cell leader, the general's palm shook slightly, and the old man also bowed down and made a respectful gesture. However, no one noticed that there was already a small button in his slightly raised palm.

There was nothing in this small storage artifact, only a faint wisp of bloody qi was dissipated.

"Withdraw!"

Hearing the commander's order, several soldiers in iron armor looked at each other, but they didn't say a word, even if they hadn't finished inspecting the entire dungeon, they followed behind the commander and walked outside the cell.

One soldier after another passed by the old man, and although there was a little disdain in his eyes, no one deliberately embarrassed him.

As a cell leader, he can always accumulate some things in his hands, although the big ones have obviously been honored to the leading generals, but these soldiers who patrol the city can also get some oil and water, except for those newcomers who don't understand the rules, naturally no one will trouble him.

The smile on the old man's face remained the same, and it was not until the last soldier left the low crypt that the smile on his face slowly retracted, and a faint cold light flashed in his cloudy eyes, like a lone wolf in the night, cunning and dangerous.

On weekdays, the lone wolf will not show its claws at will, and only in the realm of lore will it reveal its bloodthirsty wildness.