Ye Qingyang followed the guidance of his spiritual consciousness and came to the underground prison on the first floor.
The spiritual power of that spiritual talisman is in a cell at the end of the corridor.
Ye Qingyang looked around. There seemed to be no prisoners here. It should be an abandoned cell.
However, why are there several large iron doors in the corridor, and why are the iron doors locked? Who is locking them?
However, Ye Qingyang knew that it was better not to ask too many questions. After all, he had to do his own thing and leave when he was done. He couldn't disturb others.
Ye Qingyang came to the innermost cell and detected the spiritual power of the talisman. It was in this cell.
"Can I go in and have a look?" Ye Qingyang pointed to the cell!
"No problem, I'll wait for you here!" the prison guard said, turning a blind eye.
After all, the above had already said hello.
Ye Qingyang entered the cell and saw the mark Xiao Zhao made at a glance.
"This is it!"
Ye Qingyang took off his backpack, took out a small shovel from it, and pried up the floor tiles around the mark.
Then, a pit about half a meter deep was dug under the floor tiles.
Then, he took out a bag of spiritual stones from his backpack and poured it into the pit.
There were dozens of spirit stones, which were Ye Qingyang's entire savings.
Ye Qingyang bent down, reached into the pit, and rearranged the spirit stones one by one to form a Bagua pattern!
If you look carefully, you can see that each spiritual stone is engraved with strange rune patterns.
After that, Ye Qingyang filled the surroundings of the spirit stone with cinnabar.
Then, cover it with a large piece of yellow mounting paper.
On the yellow paper, there are two bright red characters written: "Qiankun!"
Ye Qingyang burned a spirit-gathering talisman, made a seal with one hand, and pointed towards the pit.
"The spiritual foundation has been completed, and it is moving around the world. Listen to my call and control it!!"
I saw a halo of light suddenly flashing underneath the yellow paper, and every spiritual stone was emitting light.
The light of the spiritual stone shines through the yellow mounting paper, forming a bright Bagua picture.
"It's done!"
Ye Qingyang stood up, gently scooped up the soil with a shovel, covered it, and stamped it firmly!
Then, the floor tiles were put on top.
The whole process took less than half an hour, and Ye Qingyang walked out of the cell.
"Okay?" the prison guard asked.
"Okay!" Ye Qingyang smiled.
It is relatively secret here and is generally not discovered by outsiders.
However, at this moment, a voice suddenly came from the cell opposite: "Hey, hey, it's fun, fun!"
I saw an old man with unkempt hair, holding on to the railings of the cell with both hands, looking into the cell where Ye Qingyang was serving as a base.
Ye Qingyang was suddenly startled and asked the prison guard: "Are there any prisoners here?"
"Oh, he's the only one, he's a lunatic!" The prison guard said: "This guy is very dangerous. He killed eighteen people and then became insane and was locked up here!"
"Have you seen those iron doors? They were built with so many iron doors and locks just to imprison him!"
"Oh!" Ye Qingyang nodded.
At this time, the old madman shouted loudly: "Is there any cigarette? I want to smoke! Smoke! Hehehehe!"
"I think you look like smoke!" the prison guard said impatiently: "Get out of here!"
"Wait!" Ye Qingyang asked the prison guard: "Do you have any cigarettes?"
"Yes!" the prison guard said.
"Give it to me!" Ye Qingyang stretched out his hand.
"Forehead!"
The prison guard looked confused, but took out half a pack of cigarettes and handed them to Ye Qingyang.
Ye Qingyang came to the cell, took out a cigarette, and put it directly to the old madman's mouth: "Old man, smoke it!"
As he spoke, he took out the lighter from the cigarette case and lit it for the old madman himself.
Bata, bah!
The old madman started twitching happily.
The prison guard was amused: "Hey, you old lunatic, I've made you look so beautiful today. You even smoked cigarettes!"
"Brother, can I have a few words with him alone?" Ye Qingyang asked the prison guard.
"What's there to say to a madman?" The prison guard disagreed: "Hurry up, I'll wait for you outside. By the way, don't get too close to him, he is very dangerous!"
"Okay!" Ye Qingyang said.
After the prison guards left, they were the only two people left in the dark corridor.
Ye Qingyang smiled politely at the old madman across the iron fence: "Old man, you can fool others, but you can't fool me! You are not a madman at all!"
"Oh? Hee hee hee!" The old madman laughed crazily: "It's good to smoke, this cigarette is good to smoke!"
"Old man, stop pretending to be crazy!" Ye Qingyang said: "Take these half packs of cigarettes if you like them, and treat them as filial piety to you. But I only ask you one thing. Don't do anything like what I did tonight.
Is it okay for anyone to reveal it?"
As he said that, Ye Qingyang stared straight at the old madman!
"Oh, I have been in jail for so long, and I always ask people if they want a cigarette, and you are the first person to give me a cigarette!" The old man looked normal at this time, without any sign of madness at all, and said: "
Young man, just because you respect your elders, I can completely keep it a secret for you!"
"Thank you!" Ye Qingyang cupped his hands and said with a smile: "If you like smoking, I will go out and ask someone to get a good pipe and a batch of high-quality tobacco and send it to you, old man, so you can smoke to your heart's content!"
"That's a great feeling! I don't have any other hobbies, I just like big tobacco bags! Hahahaha!"
Ye Qingyang's words touched the old man's heart and made him happy.
The next second, Ye Qingyang said with a smile: "However, I also want to ask the old gentleman for help!"
"Haha, you are so cunning. You even offered me a cigarette with some conditions. But I am an old man and I don't deserve any reward. Tell me, what kind of help do you want me to do?" said the old man.
Ye Qingyang pointed to the empty cell: "You know what I did inside, so please help me keep an eye on it and don't let anyone destroy it!"
"I'm locked in a cell, how can I help you watch over there?" The old man spread his hands.
Ye Qingyang smiled slightly and said: "Old man, if I read it correctly, this cell is useless to you. If you want to leave, nothing can stop you!"
Ye Qingyang could completely feel the rich zhenqi around the old man's body, as well as a pair of sharp eyes shining behind the disheveled hair.
He was certain that this old man was the strongest person he had encountered since he came down from the mountain.
If the old man hadn't jumped out on his own, Ye Qingyang wouldn't have even noticed that he was in the cell.
This shows that this old man can hide his aura in front of him very well.
This is something that most people simply cannot do.
"Old man, have you thought about it?" Ye Qingyang smiled.
"Okay! Anyway, I have nothing to do all day long, so I will help you look at this basic point!" the old man said.
"Thank you!" Ye Qingyang said with cupped hands.
At this time, Ye Qingyang was even more convinced that this old man was definitely an expert.
When you open your mouth, you know it's a basic point, how can it be an ordinary person!
But why would a master like him choose to stay in this dark and damp underground cell all day?