The young spy led Yunyang and Chen Ji underground. When they reached the plains, they found a stone wall corridor leading into the darkness in the distance. On both sides of the corridor were dark cages "embedded" in the stone wall.

When the two figures appeared, someone immediately clung to the iron railing and cried: "Sir, I was wronged. I have absolutely nothing to do with the Jingchao spies. The mother at home is over sixty years old, and she has two children under her knees." The two children need to be fed, please let me go back!"

There was an endless stream of cries of injustice, but Yunyang seemed not to hear them: "Let's go, the files are inside."

However, as soon as Chen Ji took a step behind him, he froze in place.

In the dark inner prison, two gray-white ice streams flew out of the cage in front of him and penetrated into his body from the center of his eyebrows.

Yunyang turned around: "What's wrong?"

Chen Ji's expression remained as usual: "It's okay. It's my first time in the inner prison. I feel a little uncomfortable seeing these haggard prisoners."

Yunyang said with a smile: "I was scared at first, but I gradually got used to it."

Chen Ji took steps again, and as he and Yunyang walked deeper into the inner prison, streams of gray ice flew out from each cell.

They seemed to sense the existence of the traces, and swam over like dragons tumbling in the air.

Chen Ji looked at this scene in shock and inexplicable. Hundreds of ice streams penetrated his body from the center of his eyebrows, and finally merged together and entrenched themselves in his Dantian.

The momentum of the ice flow was so huge that it had a faint tendency to extinguish the fire!
Chapter completed!