Chapter 185

"Exactly," fortunately, someone finally knew, and he agreed very simply.

"What is the function of Drunken Yuan San?"

"There is no other use, this kind of thing is like *, eating more at one time does not necessarily show symptoms immediately, if you eat a little less, the toxins will slowly accumulate. When the toxins accumulate to a certain extent, the fifth-order martial cultivation will become a first-order martial cultivation, "Speak quickly, three or two sentences, and introduce the characteristics of drunken Yuansan without regrets."

"Then can't these steamed buns be eaten?" Suddenly remembered what the middle-aged team leader had said about Drunken Yuan San, according to Ming Buregret's statement, Lin Xuanzhong felt that the poison in the steamed buns might be a little different from what Ye Long and the others used at that time, so that people would not have symptoms of poisoning immediately after eating them, but the operation of the true qi in Wu Xiu's body would definitely be affected, so Lin Xuanzhong wanted to know the key question.

"The drunken Yuansan of steamed bread is the most common of all drunken yuansan, and the person who takes it will only be gradually affected, and only when the toxins accumulate to a certain extent can Wu Xiu become an ordinary person. After a brief explanation, he said with a serious expression: "If you are not afraid of starvation, it is best not to eat, anyway, I can not eat it." ”

Thinking of the rules in the prison, Ming Buregret couldn't help frowning, and sighed again: "I really don't know how long it will last." ”

Ming's tone was heavy, but what he said was very simple. The two of them, who have understood a lot, understand that steamed buns can be eaten, but the more they eat, the worse it is for themselves.

The feeling of impatience just now disappeared in an instant, and Lin Xuanzhong and Qing Yi were like frosted eggplants. Look at the hot steamed bun in your hand, you can't eat it, and you can't eat it.

"Do you want to eat?" After watching it for a long time, Lin Xuanzhong asked Qingyi helplessly.

On the other hand, after clarifying the problem of steamed buns, Qing Yi was also embarrassed, constantly thinking about not being hungry, eating is not good for his health, and he didn't know what the other party wanted to do with him, so he couldn't starve to death in prison first.

"Let's eat," another long sigh, watching the two of them grinding and chirping for a long time, thinking of the fact that the two of them had to eat sooner or later, but instead took out a piece of steamed bread from the burden in his hand and chewed it as if he was affected.

A bitter face, a deep helplessness reflected on his face, as if the food in his hand was really difficult to swallow. When the two hesitated, they suddenly heard Ming Buregret speak, first looked at the steamed buns in their hands, and then looked at Ming Buregret.

I don't know when Ming Buregret was also holding a white steamed bun in his hand, and the two wanted to ask what was going on, but when they saw the burden in Ming Buregret's hand, the two of them successively understood that Ming Buregret also had food.

When the two observed themselves, Ming Buregret kept signaling the two to eat steamed buns, as if he was the only one who couldn't enjoy eating alone.

"Let's eat," Without waiting for Qing Yi to reply, Lin Xuanzhong seemed to have lost all patience, and didn't want to ask anything more and had already put the steamed bun in his mouth and chewed it dry.

There's nothing you can do in a dark prison, and if you can really escape, how can you still hold so many prisoners. Thinking about the way through, ten steps and a guard, the prison is full of guards, Lin Xuanzhong doesn't think that he has enough strength to run away, not to mention that there is Zhang Lao outside the prison who can't see the realm, the more he thinks about it, the more he feels that there is no hope of escaping, and as a result, he eats, eats Lin Xuanzhong simply sat on the ground, and the whole person became very indifferent.

"Brother Ming, how long have you been arrested here?" Sitting on the dirty ground, Lin Xuanzhong seemed to have changed his appearance, but became curious about the situation here.

"It didn't take long, it's only been three days," Ming Buregret didn't want to hide anything, and directly stated the facts.

"Can you escape here?" While eating, because he was idle, Lin Xuanzhong wanted to find out the news from Ming Buregret.

I don't regret that I feel bored here alone, and now someone is talking to me and answering everything.

"The security here is stricter than that of the Nan family's mansion, even if you give you wings, you don't want to fly out," Ming's unrepentant tone was very sure, mixed with deep helplessness, and the two chatted like this.

Qing Yi on the side saw that Lin Xuanzhong had no longer care about the problem of steamed buns, and no longer hesitated under the urge of hunger, so he simply sat opposite Lin Xuanzhong, picked up a piece of steamed bread and ate it. The two of them were eating like this, chatting with Ming Buregret, and there were no guards coming.

After a period of time, through continuous communication, the two learned some new things from Ming Buregret, it turned out that as long as everyone who was caught had to eat this kind of steamed bun. According to the different realms, a certain amount of steamed bread is given, and generally a martial artist eats the steamed bread sent by the guards, and in the end his body will be weaker than ordinary people.

After confirmation, the guards will take people away, and they will be sent to wherever they should be delivered, and how many days it takes to eat steamed buns, how many days people will be locked up in prison, so Wu Xiu, who is locked up here, will eat as long as he doesn't want to be starved to death, but whether he eats it in one day or a few days, the result is the same.

In addition, the prison is empty except for some hay, and no one dares to hide the steamed buns in the grass or throw them in the dung bucket, otherwise they will be found to give you some steamed buns again, or at worst they will force you to pick up and eat all the steamed buns hidden in various places, so those who know the rules dare not play tricks.

People like Lin Xuanzhong and the others who don't know the rules, when no one reminds them, will only think that steamed buns are normal food and there is no problem, and they will eat them more quickly due to hunger. The guards in the prison patrol every morning and take people away if they find someone finished eating.

Like Lin Xuanzhong, they naturally went to be taken to hard labor, and there were other corresponding measures, in short, in terms of controlling personal freedom, there was no mistake here. Those who dare to let them go wrong are also long dead.

Through the form of questions and answers, Lin Xuanzhong and the others knew more and more information, and even learned what happened to those female martial arts cultivators who were locked in prison. In the past, Ye Yun also said that some women voluntarily entered the tavern as prostitutes, and after a period of discussion, from other people's discussions, Lin Xuanzhong reluctantly accepted Ye Yun's statement, but now thinking about the miserable appearance of the female martial artist who was locked up, Lin Xuanzhong overturned his original idea in his heart.

Maybe many of the Hongchen women in those taverns were forced to become prostitutes by people like Zhang Lao like Qinglan, the more I thought about it, the more angry I became, people were living well, but these people just let them live worse than death, Lin Xuanzhong really wanted them to taste this feeling that life was worse than death, but he knew in his heart that he was not capable of saving those people. After a period of excitement, the mood gradually returned to calm.

"Brother Ming, is it really a dead end to be a hard labor?" I remember that Qing Yi said that the two were arrested for hard labor. At the thought of a martial artist dying in the mine, Lin Xuanzhong felt that life there must be worse than death.

"It's not a dead end, but it makes life worse than death, where you lose your freedom completely, and there is never a chance of escape. Ming Buregret's tone was very heavy, as if he had seen his miserable life after going to hard labor.

In fact, the situation is more serious than Ming Unrepentant said. Not only Lin Xuanzhong will lose their personal freedom, but also those people in the black mines often disregard people's lives and don't treat hard labor as human beings at all, so their lives are still in danger. The situation of hard labor is like the one that Lin Xuanzhong and Qing Yi saw outside the city in the past who had been kept in captivity for generations to grow food and medicinal herbs for the Nan family, but the hard labor was even more miserable than them.

Just listening to Ming Buregret's tone, Lin Xuanzhong was scared for a while. If the vigilance there was really like this prison, Lin Xuanzhong didn't dare to imagine that he would be enslaved for the rest of his life, and he would never see Qinglan and them again.

An invisible fear grew, and Lin Xuanzhong, who had just eaten two steamed buns, felt that his body instantly became abnormal, and he had no appetite to eat again.

When Lin Xuanzhong was in a heavy mood for the information that he did not regret, Qing Yi on the side also had a solemn face, completely losing his usual demeanor.

"The boat will naturally go straight to the bridge," seeing that the two of them seemed to be frightened by their own words, Ming did not regret it and quickly relieved, "Don't worry too much, as long as you don't die, we still have a chance." "Saying this is actually a comfort to myself, thinking that I was arrested because I owed a lot of gambling debts, and I really want to chop off my hands if I don't regret it.

It's a pity that no matter how much you regret it, it's useless, so you don't regret it and plan to take one step at a time.

The three of them chatted for a long time without stopping, and by now Lin Xuanzhong and Qingyi had fully understood their situation. After eating the steamed buns, they should be sent to the mines, and if they only eat one a day like Ming Buregret, then they will stay in prison for a few more days.

According to Ming Bu Remorse, it is obviously more comfortable to be hungry in prison than to go mining a day earlier. Now that he thinks about it carefully, Lin Xuanzhong really feels that there is some truth in what Ming Buregret said, but he is a little hungry, how can two steamed buns fill Wu Xiu's stomach, so this is a contradictory question.

Since leaving the ghost city, he has not had such an experience as he has now, his face is full of gloom, and under the contradictions, Lin Xuanzhong gradually loses his sense of proportion.

Now the safety of the two is not certain, there are so many people outside, once they fail to meet at the agreed place, Lin Xuanzhong can't imagine how the middle-aged team leader will risk looking for the two. Besides, even if they all go out, they may not be able to find where the two are.

First, they separated at first because they were worried about the relationship between the robbers and how they would find the robbers in the huge city that never sleeps. Second, even if they found out that the two were not taken captive by robbers, how could they find Zhou Wuji and them.