Whether Yang Qi drowned or not, Jiang Feng was not interested.

But from the abnormality that happened in Zhenbei Prison more than half a month ago, Jiang Feng knew that this matter was definitely not that simple.

He could vaguely deduce that Yang Qi's death must be related to the whitewashed walls of Room No. 6.

As for what Yang Qi wrote on the wall, which caused him to be killed, and even caused the prisoners in several cells on the side to be murdered, it was nothing more than those three situations.

It's a big rebellion.

Slander the imperial court.

Slander royalty.

Obviously, Yang Shangshu wanted to keep Yang Qi.

In order to keep things down, the prisoners in several cells were eliminated, along with those who heard or saw them.

Half a month later, Yang Qicai drowned.

This shows that the situation is so severe that Yang Rusong can't hold it anymore and has to deal with Yang Qidu.

Whether there are other hidden secrets, Jiang Feng is not interested, these thoughts, but he deduced from everything he saw, what is the truth, he does not want to explore, because it is easy to die.

Half a month.

The cells managed by Jiang Feng were also filled one after another.

It's late in the evening.

It was Jiang Feng and Uncle Huo, when they changed shifts with the other jailers, the two left Zhenbei Prison together, walked together for a mile before parting and walking towards their respective homes.

Uncle Huo turned into an alley.

That alley, called Willow Alley, was a shortcut on Uncle Huo's way home, and he would walk that road every day.

After Jiang Feng took a dozen steps forward, he suddenly stopped and turned to look towards Willow Alley.

With the improvement of strength, he reached the realm of seventh-grade refining marrow, and once there was any wind and grass around, Jiang Feng could sense it. After Uncle Huo entered the Willow Alley, an eight-rank martial artist suddenly burst out of another alley and followed into the Willow Alley.

The other party appeared suddenly.

It is very likely that he went over to Uncle Huo.

Thinking that Yang Qi had been drowned, Yang Shangshu was definitely at the end of his rope, otherwise why would he bury Yang Qi's life, at this time, just in case, he would definitely eradicate all the suspicious people that day.

Uncle Huo came out of Zhenbei Prison that day and told him to go back.

As a result, because he took care of him, he escaped.

If Yang Shangshu rechecks it, it is indeed possible for Uncle Huo to be regarded as the object of suspicion.

Yang Qi is dead, so he must rather kill by mistake than let go.

At that moment, Jiang Feng thought a lot.

On the day Yang Qi was imprisoned, he asked for leave to go out, and then hid for almost 20 days in a row, and he was definitely not the object of suspicion.

If you don't know what to do, you should be able to get away with it.

But thinking of Uncle Huo's meticulous care in the days when he was "injured", Jiang Feng finally sighed and hurriedly followed.

As a seventh-rank marrow refining martial artist, Jiang Feng deliberately followed closely, that eighth-grade bone refining martial artist would not be able to find his trace at all, and Uncle Huo would be even more unlikely to find his trace.

Following behind, Jiang Feng was not in a hurry to make a move.

I'm afraid that I'm cautious and think things too complicated, that eight-rank bone refining martial artist just happened to walk into the alley.

But such thoughts.

As soon as he appeared, he was dispelled by Jiang Feng.

Because he saw that the eighth-rank bone refining martial artist, when he saw Uncle Huo enter the willow alley, a road where there were no people around, he quickly took out a short knife from his arms, took three steps and made two steps, like a night cat, and rushed towards Uncle Huo.

This bastard, the cultivation of the Eighth Rank Realm, even attacked Uncle Huo.

Uncle Huo was carrying a wine gourd, humming a little song along the way, and he didn't notice anything unusual behind him.

"Whoosh."

Jiang Feng secretly screamed badly.

Don't care about anything else.

Hurry forward.

The speed was a few points faster than the other party, and when the other party was about to approach Uncle Huo and stab at Uncle Huo, he grabbed the prey like a cheetah, grabbed the other party's shoulder, and dragged it into the alley, a dim fork in the road.

"Bang!"

Uncle Huo only heard a sound behind him.

When I turned my head, I saw that there was no one behind me.

Then he unscrewed the gourd and poured a sip of liquor into his mouth.

Drink to keep the cold away.

"The mountains here are eighteen bends......"

Then he sang in louder decibels, while picking up his pace and rushing back home.

Inside the fork in the road.

The eighth-grade bone refining martial artist was pressed to the ground by Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng pressed a knife against his neck.

"Say, why do you want to kill Lao Huo?"

Jiang Feng asked.

He broke out in a cold sweat.

If it weren't for the cultivation of the Seventh Rank Realm, plus the praying mantis catching cicada and yellow finch behind, the other party's attention was on Uncle Huo, and he succeeded in a sneak attack, otherwise he was almost stabbed in the chest by the knife in the opponent's hand just now.

It seems that blindly improving the strength of the realm without mature skills is not a solution.

"Brother, I just want to rob money, you let me go, and I will give you all the silver on my body."

The man squeezed out a smile and said.

After seeing that Jiang Feng was wearing a little jailer's uniform, but he was able to sneak attack with one move, and the huge force on his body made him unable to move, he felt incredible, and he could deduce that Jiang Feng was a seventh-rank realm martial artist.

With such a cultivation, how can he still be just a little jailer.

Supposedly, at least a small lieutenant.

"Did Yang Shangshu send you?"

Jiang Feng lowered his voice and said.

Hearing this, the man's complexion changed suddenly, and he seemed to realize that something was wrong, and struggled with all his strength to get up from the ground.

"Poof!"

Seeing this reaction, Jiang Feng couldn't know in his heart, and wiped the other party's neck with a knife.

After hearing him ask Yang Shangshu, the other party felt that it was impossible to live, and wanted to fight back desperately, it seems that the matter really has something to do with Yang Shangshu.

After killing the other party, Jiang Feng groped around on him and found a sum of silver taels, a total of about fifty taels, which was equivalent to two years of money for a little jailer.

Immediately, he threw the other party's body into an abandoned pit nearby, and then left quickly, and then returned to his home at a normal speed.

Sit in the kitchen.

Jiang Feng looks at the panel information.

Name: Feng Jiang

Luck: 276

Exercises: Jailer's Health Preservation (proficient)

Skill: Jailer's Long Fist (Starter +)

Realm: Seven Grades (Refining the Essence)

Divine powers: Immortality

After killing that eight-rank martial artist, Jiang Feng's luck value did not increase, and his luck value changed from 232 to 276, which was the accumulation in the past half a month.

Only by truly avoiding or solving the risks that belong to him, the luck value will increase, like today, saving lives and helping the wounded, fighting injustice, there will be no increase in the luck value.

Even the chain reaction caused by this will not bring a change in Jiang Feng's luck value.

This is also why Jiang Feng is relatively indifferent, nothing more than self-preservation, and thankless.

Tonight, I will save Uncle Fire.

It's all because of Uncle Huo's careful care half a year ago.

It's just that Jiang Feng knows that he can help Uncle Huo block it once, but he can't block it the second time or the third time.

Yang Shangshu would rather kill by mistake than let go, no matter whether the eight-rank martial artist died because of Uncle Huo or not, as long as Uncle Huo did not die, Yang Shangshu would not stop.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, Jiang Feng's complexion changed slightly.

He felt an anomalous aura approaching.