Jiang Feng knew that he couldn't let Uncle Huo fiddle with it.

Otherwise, if you escape the risk of prison, but you are planted in the hands of Uncle Huo, it will be more than worth the loss.

He let Uncle Huo discover in the morning that he could consciously roll his eyeballs.

When it was noon, Uncle Huo noticed that he was starting to blink.

At night, both of his eyes can move, and these changes make Uncle Huo extremely excited, and he doesn't dare to be sloppy with the two medicines in the morning and evening. I didn't forget to help Jiang Feng pinch his legs and rub his shoulders, for fear that Jiang Feng's blood would not flow and his body would stiffen because of his lack of activity.

By the morning of the third day, Jiang Feng couldn't hold back his feces and urine, so he could only slowly allow himself to sit up.

Uncle Huo was smiling from ear to ear while cleaning the toilet.

Another day, Uncle Huo was able to help Jiang Feng bask in the sun in the yard, and he could also take the time to go home to see the situation.

So seven days passed.

Jiang Feng was finally able to walk on the ground, but he still looked a little weak.

Uncle Huo couldn't rest assured, so he went back and forth twice a day to decoct Jiang Feng, and from time to time he brought a few eggs and bought a fish to replenish Jiang Feng's body.

In the blink of an eye.

Ten days have passed since the day Jiang Feng "fell" at the door and broke his head.

Uncle Huo went back to his cell today.

Jiang Feng looked at the panel information.

Name: Feng Jiang

Luck: 732

Exercises: Jailer's Health Preservation Skill (Proficient+)

Skill: Jailer's Long Fist (Starter +)

Realm: Eight Grades (Bone Refining)

Divine powers: Immortality

Jiang Feng found that his luck had not changed much since the seventh day, and he was sure that the turmoil in the cell should have passed, and on the tenth day, he finally let Uncle Huo return to work in the cell.

"The last time there was a thief in the house, I almost lost my life, and it only increased by more than 200 in total, during this time, the increase in the value of luck was more than last time, and it seems that the turmoil in the cell is more dangerous than last time."

"I just don't know what's going on."

"If Uncle Huo can come back tonight, I'll go back tomorrow."

Jiang Feng thought in his heart.

"Let's see how much strength you can improve."

Looking at the more than 700 points of luck.

Jiang Feng directly added five hundred points to the jailer's health preservation skills.

The content of the panel changes instantaneously.

Name: Feng Jiang

Luck: 232

Exercises: Jailer's Health Preservation (proficient)

Skill: Jailer's Long Fist (Starter +)

Realm: Seven Grades (Refining the Essence)

Divine powers: Immortality

Sure enough, with the improvement of the jailer's health skills, Jiang Feng's realm also changed, and he got his wish and became a seven-rank marrow refining martial artist.

He saw that the plus sign behind the jailer's health gong disappeared, and calculated in his heart that the next time the plus sign appeared, he was afraid that it would be when the luck value of the deqi reached a thousand, or even higher.

However, Jiang Feng is not in a hurry.

He lives forever.

There is a time that people can't imagine, slowly grinding, as long as he can avoid risks one time at a time, sooner or later, he will be able to accumulate his luck value to an unimaginable point, so that he can become the number one master of Datang.

The remaining more than two hundred qi luck points, Jiang Feng kept them first, and did not use them on the jailer's long fist.

At present, it is still subject to improving the strength of the realm.

If there is a real emergency, you need to improve the Jailer's Long Fist, and it is not too late to use it at that time.

At night.

Uncle Huo came out of the cell.

specially came to see Jiang Feng, and found that Jiang Feng had recovered well and would be able to return to the cell tomorrow to make up for the shift, so he was relieved to leave.

Jiang Feng sent Uncle Huo out of Chaoyang Alley.

He didn't ask a word about what had happened in the cell in the past ten days, he didn't want to ask, he couldn't ask, and he didn't dare to ask indiscriminately.

Anyway, I'll be back in my cell tomorrow.

If there is anything abnormal in it, Uncle Huo can find it, he can naturally find it.

Early the next morning, as soon as the sky was bright, Jiang Feng changed into a little jailer uniform and rushed to Zhenbei Prison.

He was the same as usual.

After finishing his own work, such as cleaning the workshop and wiping the torture equipment, he then pushed the wooden cart and carried the empty barrels and basins to receive the rice porridge, which was distributed to the prisoners in the 30 cells within the specified time.

Last time, Yang Qi was locked up in room six.

Jiang Feng paid special attention.

It was found.

From room 1 to room 10, there were 10 prisoners in total, but all of them were nowhere to be found.

Yang Qi was nowhere to be seen.

It's just that the walls of room 6 seem to have just been painted, and they look very neat and shiny.

You must know that there are many marks on the walls of each cell, and some prisoners are usually bored, so they like to scribble on them.

Like the current room of Room 6, the whole wall, neat and well-tiled cell, not to mention the first floor, even the second floor, the third floor, there may not be a few.

What's more, Jiang Feng has been in charge of the food distribution between room 1 and room 30, and he knows the situation here best.

But seeing that there were no prisoners between room 1 and room 10, Jiang Feng didn't dare to think about it for the time being, so in order not to attract attention, he pushed the wooden wheeled cart and didn't stop all the way, and came to room 11.

The deaf and blind middle-aged man who was deaf and blind was imprisoned in the eleventh room, and it was said that he wanted to redeem the deed of sale, but the money was not enough, and he was poked blind by the owner and deaf his ears.

He put the rice porridge in the cell.

Then he struck the lower iron pillar hard.

The vibrating touch made the man sense the abnormality, fumbled for the bowl, and savored it.

Jiang Feng continued to push the wooden cart and delivered porridge to the thirty cells, where there were prisoners.

Then I found that there was no one in room 12th, 13th, and 14th.

After waiting for the incident, he pushed the wooden cart and went back to the workshop, this time, he didn't even look at room six, as if he didn't notice anything abnormal.

When I got back to the workshop.

Uncle Huo is already brushing the barrel inside.

Jiang Feng didn't see Niu Wang.

I didn't see the jailer who was transferred to replace Da Zhuang a while ago. The little jailers who came into their workshop, except for Uncle Huo, were all unfamiliar faces, and everyone greeted each other, and they didn't talk about what had happened in the cell recently.

I don't know if they are all aware of it, or if they have just arrived at Zhenbei Prison, they don't know what has happened recently.

In short, Jiang Feng ignored it and did his job as usual.

Half a month has passed.

Many Qinglou women in Longdu plunged into the moat, the reason was that the talented Yang Qi, who was drunk last night, fell into the moat and drowned.

Many green buildings cried.

The jailers in Zhenbei Prison are also talking about Yang Qi's romantic past, and many people sigh that Yang Qi is worth it in this life, even if he becomes a drowned ghost, he is also a romantic drowned ghost.

Jiang Feng also echoed a few words.

is full of envy for Yang Qi's romantic stories, and when it comes to excitement, he even slaps his thighs fiercely, lamenting that people are more popular than people.