Let Me Explain, Fairy
Chapter 796 - 498: Judge of the Black Prison_2

Chapter 796: Chapter 498: Judge of the Black Prison_2

"A trade?"

O’Reilly measured the man before her with a glance, somewhat surprised by his decisiveness, "Let’s hear it."

The middle-aged man simply crossed his legs and sat down on the ground, speaking softly with a calm tone:

"I want to trade information about Black Prison for my life."

O’Reilly, upon hearing such a straightforward answer, showed a slight look of surprise in her beautiful eyes.

The middle-aged man took a deep breath, and his meticulously groomed beard twitched:

"I used all means to climb to my current position, to achieve my current level of cultivation. The chance of death under the pursuit of the Prime Minister’s Mansion will be great, but if I refuse you here..."

O’Reilly chuckled, her speech frivolous as she interrupted the middle-aged man:

"So, you betray your lord so easily just for your own life?"

The middle-aged man shook his head, stating calmly:

"I am only a guest elder of the Prime Minister’s Mansion. They have not given me enough to buy my life. If you are willing..."

"No deal."

O’Reilly waved her hand, the chains rattling, "I cannot use someone who betrays their lord so easily."

"If that’s the case, then let us continue the deal."

The middle-aged man seemed to have anticipated this, his hand slightly raised as faint blue Origin Qi instantly traced a complex map in the air:

"This is a map of Black Prison. My position and authority within Black Prison is not high, the empty spots can only be accessed by a Heaven Rank warden. Escaping from Black Prison is difficult, but you can try. I will later summon a Human Rank warden, you kill him, disguise yourself, and I will use a secret technique to make her look like you..."

"Sir."

O’Reilly once again interrupted the middle-aged man: "Tell me... are you deaf to human speech?"

"......" The middle-aged man’s words halted, his eyes lifting.

"If you can betray your own lord, then naturally, you can also betray me."

O’Reilly, bound by chains, smiled charmingly, "Your words, I dare not trust."

The middle-aged man casually dispersed the map in the air, watching O’Reilly for a few moments, his low voice very light:

"If you trust me, you have a slim chance to escape. If you do not, then there is no possibility for you to escape Black Prison, not even a Saint could do so."

In O’Reilly’s blue pupils, a ring-shaped pattern tinged with the aura of death emerged:

"Perhaps you are right,

"But,

"What if I can make your corpse talk?"

...

...

...

"Tap...."

"Tap...."

"Tap...."

The cramped corridor wound forward, with the flickering of the firelight one could barely see an old, weathered wooden door at the dark end.

Accompanied by the echoing footsteps, a figure shrouded in a black robe paced slowly to the wooden door, raised a hand, the robe fell off, revealing an emaciated hand that seemed to have nothing but skin.

Gently knocking on the door, "thud, thud" sounds immediately echoed in the silent corridor.

A moment of silence,

Soon, a young and gentle male voice came from within:

"Come in."

The wooden door opened, the room was dark, the two torches hanging on the inner wall barely allowed one to discern the interior arrangement.

This was a room resembling a study, but everything in it seemed extremely old.

The room was filled with the smell of rotting sawdust, the bookshelves on both sides were dusty, cracked and yellowed desks held some documents and some old decorative items, and behind them, a rocking chair was gently swaying with a "creak, creak" against the room door.

With rhythmic footsteps, the robed figure reached the desk and stood still.

A laughing voice emanated from behind the rocking chair:

"Sikou, I’ve always heard you like old things, but the wood in your study is rotting and stinking. Why not try some incense?"

Hearing this voice, the figure under the black robe did not immediately respond. After a pause, a sweet, girlish voice resonated, incongruous with the surroundings:

"Xu Changtian, that woman you brought in has made a move."

"Oh?"

A light exclamation, the rocking chair slowly turned around, and Xu Yuan looked at the figure in front of him, smiling:

"That Princess Xi’en’s movements are so fast? I thought she would take at least two or three days to come up with a plan. Tell me, what exactly happened?"

The figure in the black robe gazed at Xu Yuan with deep and eerie eyes, the sweet voice neither cold nor warm:

"A Human Rank warden entered her cell, but left after a quarter of an hour."

Xu Yuan crossed his legs, pondering lightly:

"It seems O’Reilly has already imposed a restriction on that person..."

"No, she’s dead."

"...." Xu Yuan.

He sat up slightly, Xu Yuan gently furrowed his brows:

"Something like Jiang Huai’s Corpse Control Technique?"

"Corpse Control Technique might allow one to control a corpse to speak, but it can’t retain memories, and that Human Rank warden’s behavior and mannerisms are the same as usual."

"Then it must be that unique spellcraft of the Xi’en Imperial..."

Xu Yuan, furrowing his brows, murmured with some concern:

"But a corpse is after all a corpse, if it’s encountered by other wardens, it’s easy to give it away..."

The figure in the black robe took a deep breath, the sweet voice sounding a bit impatient:

"If you are worried about her failing to escape, I can directly order all the wardens out."

"That won’t do," Xu Yuan quickly shook his head, his tone serious, "She’s clever, such an act would most likely be noticed by her. Then our plan probably wouldn’t work."

The figure in the black robe scoffed, spitting out three words:

"There’s a lifeforce."

"What?"

"I said, there’s a lifeforce emanating from that corpse."

"A dead person can have a lifeforce?"