"What! You’re going to prison?"
Fu Manman stared at Fan Wubing in shock.
Fan Wubing was at a loss. He couldn’t understand how she distilled the words "going to prison" from his lengthy explanation.
Not wanting her to worry, he explained, "I’m not going to prison, I’m going to be a prison guard."
Fu Manman sat down and asked, puzzled, "Why on earth would you want to be a prison guard?"
"It’s just like when I went to Queyu Mountain."
"Alright." Fu Manman knew that Fan Wubing ca to Great Li with a purpose.
Perhaps it was the blessing of the Spring God, but Fu Manman now exuded a touch of holiness. Ever since she left the Eternal Immortal Sect, her face had beco more open, with her facial features maturing in a sensual direction, tinged with maidenly vivacity and shyness. Coupled with her increasingly full figure, she was gradually showcasing the allure that belongs to a woman.
Holiness and charm intertwined around her. She sat there, the weather warming, dressed lightly and relaxed at ho. Her clothes slightly gathered, rising and falling with her breath. Once could describe her distant mountain-like beauty as graceful, now it was magnificent, rising within the curves of the land, radiating vibrant life and shedding dazzling light.
Seeing her after so ti always left one amazed.
Noticing his gaze, Fu Manman imdiately clutched her clothes tighter, pouted, and changed to a conservative sitting posture.
Not for viewing!
Fan Wubing was baffled. Before she turned sixteen, her head was filled with wild fantasies about things she didn’t understand yet found fascinating, often teasing him, full of repressed shyness. After turning sixteen, she seed to beco a completely different person, suddenly conservative, never ntioning those things again for fear of being taken advantage of.
Hugging was once allowed, but now not even that!
In short, Fan Wubing felt at a disadvantage and couldn’t understand where exactly he had lost.
It was just the way won were; even the once obedient Fu Manman was no exception.
Fan Wubing grudgingly said, "Have you put on weight, and you’re embarrassed for to see?"
Fu Manman chuckled softly, "Ah, gaining weight is a good thing."
Even this tactic no longer worked! Evolution indeed!
Fan Wubing resigned himself, stopped teasing her, and returned to his room.
After he left, Fu Manman thought to herself, "There’s nothing I can do, you see. You said you loved . Love’s resonance must happen at the right ti, place, and state, right? If the first ti isn’t satisfying, it could be regretted for a lifeti..."
A day later, a recomndation letter, after much detouring, reached Fan Wubing, using the alias "Wu Fan."
He had already donned a tiger mask gifted by Chengming, transforming into another person, heading to the Soul-Devouring Abyssal Prison for a new job interview.
The Soul-Devouring Abyssal Prison is located 180 li outside the north gate of Celestial Balance Upper City, on a small island in Zhezhu Lake.
The entire Zhezhu Lake is enveloped by a murderous aura, containing rich Taoist energy. Flying or moving freely on the lake is impossible, travel is only possible by specially crafted boats.
The boat waiting to receive Fan Wubing was there.
Compared to the prosperous Great Li, the boat used by the Soul-Devouring Abyssal Prison seed quite shabby. Calling it a boat was a stretch; it was just a black wooden plank. Standing on it was a half-aged man, his arms unusually long, wearing a higher-grade uniform similar to those of Li Jiu and Wang Shi.
He asked, "Are you Wu Fan?"
"That’s ." Fan Wubing handed over the recomndation letter.
After glancing it over, he said, "Co aboard."
Fan Wubing stepped onto the boat. As soon as he did, he felt the cold and dampness beneath him and couldn’t help but ask, "This is a boat?"
The ferryman grinned, revealing a sparse set of crooked teeth, "If it’s not a boat, what is it?"
Fan Wubing looked at the raised corners at the bow, thoughtfully saying, "Why does it feel like a coffin lid to ?"
"Ah!" The ferryman slapped his thigh, "It really is a coffin lid! Just dug it up. The person just died, and the back is still sticky with corpse fluid."
"..." Fan Wubing felt a chill run down his spine.
He wasn’t afraid but rembered Ye Yixian saying that in the Soul-Devouring Abyssal Prison, there wasn’t a single sane person.
The ferryman laughed and asked, "You’re here to apply as a prison guard, right?"
Fan Wubing nodded, "Yes."
"How many illnesses do you have?"
How many illnesses... In the Soul-Devouring Abyssal Prison, both guards and prisoners have ailnts. Unlike those in Sickness City who suffer from misfortune-induced illnesses passively, their ailnts are deserved. The prisoners either carry ominousness, which cannot be handled otherwise, or their cris are so severe that execution would not satisfy public anger, so they are imprisoned to endure tornt. Another category includes political prisoners and traitors.
Across eras, political prisoners and traitors have always been strictly guarded, so they’re also thrown into the Soul-Devouring Abyssal Prison.
Such a batch of prisoners cannot be managed by ordinary guards, thus, the special profession of Abyss Prison Guard was created.
These guards themselves suffer from various ailnts and misfortunes—a mix of afflictions, devoid of blessings, predisposed to disasters. Only such individuals can manage the place. Who in their right mind would dare work in the Soul-Devouring Abyssal Prison? They’d have to be tired of being too clean.
Hearing the ferryman’s question, Fan Wubing smiled healthily, revealing, "One."
The ferryman looked him up and down, "One illness and you dare co to the Soul-Devouring Abyssal Prison?"
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