"Not bad. ”

The General Qi nodded slightly, and the expression on his face eased by three points, which made the cell boss breathe a sigh of relief.

Although he was nominally the head of the dungeon, he was not actually the commander of the barracks, and the dungeon where the prisoners were held did not see sunlight all year round, but it was often bloody, dark and damp, and many soldiers would rather fight in front of the battle than anyone wanted to stay here all year round.

However, what disgusted many soldiers is a "beauty difference" for some people.

Like those lying in their cells, with half their faces sticking out, staring at the many prisoners over here.

This old man is not young, although he is so humble and flattering in the face of these ordinary soldiers, but in fact he was also a terrifying stubble many years ago.

Who would be banished to this Demon Pass, but this old man was obviously much luckier than the other prisoners.

He did not die in the day's labor, and with a few wrists, he crawled out of the prisoners who were inferior to pigs and dogs, and although he still stayed in this gloomy dungeon all day, at least his life was safe.

Yes, this seemingly humble old man was in fact one of the many prisoners, except that he was obviously much smarter and luckier than those men.

He never resisted, and on the one hand, he obeyed the orders in a submissive manner, but on the other hand, he secretly catered to the preferences of these generals, and finally secretly killed the cell boss at that time, and he stayed in this dark dungeon for decades.

Seeing the relieved expression on the general's face, the old man also relaxed slightly, he was a very smart person, even though he was now out of the status of a prisoner, he had not forgotten his status.

Although the general in front of him is not a high rank, being able to lead troops to patrol already shows his ability, and it is definitely not something he can offend.

"It's a little little bit less this time......"

There was a slight deep meaning in the words of the general surnamed Qi, which made the old man nervous again for a while, bowed down slightly, and lowered his voice: "There are not many goods in this batch, and the wind has been too tight in the past two days, so there is really no good way......

Before the old man finished speaking, when he saw General Naqi's slightly frowning brows, he changed his words and said, "But fortunately, the next batch is ...... It's coming soon, and then it's time to honor General Qi......"

When General Naqi heard this, he glanced at him again, but he didn't say anything, turned his hand and put the wine jar into the magic weapon, and then got up and walked towards the many cells.

Seeing this, the old man hurriedly got up and followed, but he also knew the smell of his body, so he never followed too closely, and kept a safe distance.

General Qi noticed the old man's actions, and although he was noncommittal on his face, he was quite satisfied in his heart.

There are six dungeons in the Demon Gate, but only the head of this cell is the most interesting, and every time you come here, you can always get some benefits.

The goods they had spoken of earlier were not the jars of wine he had in his pocket. Most of the soldiers in this level are good drinkers, but the wolves have more meat and less meat, and the wine is not enough at all, so they spend some means to get some wine, although it is not in line with military regulations, but most of the commanders also turn a blind eye to it.

If it was just this jar of wine, the two of them would not need to be so careful, and the soldiers behind him would not have made any difference about it, and there was no need to deliberately block their view.

However, when the cell leader raised his hand to take out the wine from the ribbon, there was a small button-shaped magic weapon in the palm of his left hand that was handed over to him.

It was a low-level storage vessel, with only the most superficial array engraved on it, and the storage space in it was only the size of a palm, such a narrow thing was of no use except here.

However, only the two of them knew that what was carried in that palm-sized space was the real good thing that would kill people.

The general's heavy footsteps echoed in the dungeon, and he didn't walk fast, his eyes just swept randomly among the cells on either side, and he didn't do anything to count the number of people.

The dungeon was much bigger than they had imagined, there were more than a hundred cells, and even so, most of the dark and narrow cells were crowded with several people, and this was only one of the dungeons in the Demon Pass, and there were six such dungeons.

Not only were there many prisoners, but the number was so difficult to determine, almost every day that a few of them were folded outside the walls, and over time, there was no need for them to be counted.

It was enough to be sure that the iron lock in the cell was still secure, that the jailer in the dungeon had not dozed off, and that the prisoner had not died.

General Qi's gaze swept over the cells, and he looked at the dusty and thin faces, and there was no trace of pity in his eyes, which he had long been used to.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, General Naqi's footsteps stopped slightly, and at this time, the cell in front of him was not as densely packed as the others, lying horizontally and vertically, and there was only a thin young man cowering and leaning in the corner.

"This is the last batch of sent, it is said that it is a high-ranking official from the imperial capital, but because of the involvement of relatives, he was implicated in a line, so he went to prison here, and several people in the same prison were unlucky to be stoned to death when repairing the outer wall two days ago, and this became a ......"

As if sensing General Qi's slight pause, the old man who had been following behind walked quickly to the general's side, glanced at the young man in the cell, and whispered.

"Hmm. ”

And when General Naqi heard this, he glanced at the old face full of smiles, nodded noncommittally, and didn't pay attention to anything anymore.

He stopped because the cell was so empty, and although it was still dark and damp, it was obviously much better than the others, and there was only one person in the cell, apparently as a result of the jailer's preferential treatment.

As for what the old man said earlier, that his fellow prisoners were unlucky enough to be stoned to death, although he was noncommittal on his face, he sneered in his heart. Although it is true that many prisoners died two days ago because of the anger of the barbarian king outside the gate, there is no prison at all when those prisoners are escorted back.

After all, there are some death row inmates here, after walking out of this cell in the morning, whether they can come back in the evening is a matter of two questions, there is no specific cell number assigned to them at all, it is the result of the random placement of the jailers and cell heads in this dungeon.

These words are obviously just prevarications, and both of them know it, but they haven't broken it.