CIATB Chapter 494 - 327: Divine Prison_2
Chapter 494 - 327: Divine Prison_2
Chapter 494: Chapter 327: Divine Prison_2
Despite the scandal being suppressed by the higher-ups of the Prefecture Temple within just two days of its spread,
virtually all well-informed powers within Cangnan Prefecture and even Diancang Province had obtained pieces of information.
Everyone who knew a bit of the inside story was astounded by Bao Chen’s audacity.
In less than twenty years of serving in the Soul Comforting Temple, the accumulated deficit caused reached more than six hundred thousand Spirit Stones. The numerous consumed Spiritual Medicine mines and treasures were beyond measure in Spirit Stones, and a rough estimate put the figure at no less than five hundred thousand Spirit Stones.
The Soul Comforting Temple seemed to be thriving, but in reality, it was so in debt that it was nothing but a shell, ready to burst at the slightest touch!
On the fourth day of Bao Chen’s disappearance, the high and mighty Provincial Temple suddenly sent an inquiry letter to the Lingchuan Temple, asking why Bao Chen’s Taoist Jade Scroll of the Soul Comforting Temple had shattered recently and what the reason was for his demise, requesting a prompt reply from the Prefecture Temple!
The Cangnan Prefecture Temple’s Main Priest, Golden Core Main Priest Master Changfa, upon learning of Bao Chen’s mysterious death, was greatly angered. After discussing with the Three Cities and Five Masters within the temple, he immediately issued a series of divine decrees.
For a time, all overt and covert powers in the entire Cangnan Prefecture were mobilized, with countless personnel exerting their utmost effort to
The five-person dormitory was quite spacious, complete with a cultivation room, quiet room, alchemy room, and the like, all built according to the standards of a cave mansion.
However, the only place to sleep was a long stone bed.
“The Divine Prison Temple’s regulations are excessively severe. It seems they regard the Inner Guards as prisoners too,” Zhao Sheng thought to himself.
The Divine Prison of the Prison God Temple has two types of guards, Inner Guards and Outer Guards. Inner Guards are not allowed to leave the prison year-round and, apart from prisoners and Outer Guards, they must not contact anyone outside.
The reason for such strictness is the fear of collusion between insiders and outsiders, which may result in the deliberate release of prisoners. Since ancient times, the Divine Prison has frequently experienced revolts, with prisoners escaping many times, ultimately leading to numerous major disasters.
While he was thinking this, a pale and ugly face suddenly loomed before him, revealing a row of sharp white teeth with a smile.
“Brother Zhao, it’s almost time to change shifts. Hurry up and get up, or the Prison Captain will curse again.”
“Hmm!”
Zhao Sheng nodded and sat up from the bed.
Adhering to the idea of listening more and speaking less as a newcomer, Zhao Sheng followed the four others out of the large dormitory, walked a long way down the gloomy corridor, and came to the Armor Changing Room.
At that moment, standing at the door of the room was a tall, green-faced and fanged brutish man over ten feet tall.
Zhao Sheng glanced at him,
Hmm, a member of the Ghost Chi Clan, probably at the Foundation Establishment Realm, with moderate strength!
This ugly man was the Prison Captain of this level of the Divine Prison, in charge of twenty teams of Prison Guards, totaling around eighty men, most of whom were D Class, with very few C Class, and not a single B Class.
Having just arrived, Zhao Sheng had heard from the elders that the Divine Prison had recently suffered a great calamity, with a majority of the guards dead.
Thus, they had to replenish with a large number of new recruits.
Entering the Armor Changing Room, Zhao Sheng quickly changed into a set of Red Armor, followed the others out, and stood in the third row.
The Divine Prison had several layers, but all were built dozens of feet underground, hence the dim visibility, forever stuffy and stinking air.
Not long after, more than twenty Red Armor Prison Guards were neatly arranged in five rows in front of Prison Guard Xiao Moluo.
Xiao Moluo’s blood-red eyes slowly scanned everyone as he spoke in a deep and sinister voice, “Today, Ding Siliu is dead!”
Everyone fell silent, their faces showing fear.
“Do you know how he died?” Xiao Moluo’s face grew increasingly dark and ghastly, like a demon in the flesh.
“Idiots! I’ve warned you time and again not to have any contact with prisoners, not to listen to a single word of their ghostly chatter. Some always think they’re clever, hoping to gain an advantage, but it’s sheer stupidity! This year, I don’t want to see another idiot! Got it?” The Prison Captain roared loudly, his anger reaching the sky.
Upon hearing this, Zhao Sheng’s heart grew cold; the Divine Prison seemed quite dangerous, and it appeared that deaths were not uncommon.
The daily work of a Prison Guard should be to patrol the cells, prevent prisoners from escaping, also prevent prisoners from colluding with each other, identify any signs of danger in time, and report immediately.
“Understood,” everyone replied loudly.
Xiao Moluo’s anger subsided somewhat as he began to assign the shift duties.
“First row, patrol the first layer of the prison.”
“Second row, the second layer of the prison.”
“Third row, the third layer of the prison.”