Star Trace Gate

Inside Cell No. 79.

The storyteller deliberately chose a blind spot in the prison corridor that could not be observed from outside, and then sat cross-legged and carefully spread out the oil paper wrapped around the antidote "Tongshen San".

By the dim candlelight, he carefully read the jailbreak plan that Ren Ye had told him.

"There are a total of thirty-one night guards and one prison warden. Tomorrow is the day of the death sacrifice, and there will be a multitude of tasks. Therefore, twenty guards will be assigned tonight to the prison area above ground to prepare the ceremony and necessary supplies. These assigned guards will be operating in three general areas. First, in the first large courtyard of the prison area, which is quite spacious, six or seven will be there to set up the golden body stakes, casting platforms, and other items for the death row sacrifice. Second, another six will go to the miscellaneous hall next to the archives room to prepare the golden liquid for the sacrifice. Third, the remaining six or seven will prepare the carriage frame for tomorrow's sacrifice and other miscellaneous items needed for the death sacrifice ceremony."

"I don't know how they're going to use all this stuff, but based on the daytime work schedule and my many secret inquiries, these tasks will definitely be done tonight. There may be a slight difference in the number of people, but the overall number will remain the same, as the work can't be completed without fewer people. Also, the Death Sacrifice is extremely important to Xuwang Village, so the nighttime prison commander, Qian Mei, will definitely be supervising the work in the aboveground prison area and checking the quantities of various items."

"Of course, these tasks will be carried out after nightfall. I've also inquired with the people in the Miscellaneous Affairs Hall, and they need to prepare the necessary materials for mixing the golden juice at the beginning of the evening. Therefore, these twenty selected jailers should not leave the Death Prison and rush to the aboveground prison until after the evening. You can take the Tongshen Powder at this time to break the seal and escape. Oh, and by the way, you can't hear the hourly bell in the Death Prison. So, if you have trouble telling the time, you can remember the time the jailer comes to collect the meal trays and carefully estimate it in your mind. You can take the antidote after about an hour and a half."

The small characters on the oil paper were all cut from calligraphy practice sheets and re-pasted, a process that was clearly quite laborious. So, when the storyteller saw such a detailed and patient plan, he suddenly felt that his eight million star resources might not have been wasted...

This guy is really meticulous and has rigorous thinking. He even remembers to tell himself how to keep track of time.

He was relieved and continued reading.

"After taking Tongshen Powder, you need to do four things, and you must be extremely careful throughout the entire process."

"First, there's a massive formation in the prison that can sense any unfamiliar aura anywhere. Therefore, while you're recovering your spiritual energy, you must diligently restrain your aura and never lose focus. If you make a noise, even the gods won't be able to save you."

"Secondly, I can't help you open either of the two iron doors in Cell No. 79. In other words, after you recover your spiritual power, you must use divine power to open the cell doors as quickly as possible. Then, you must flee toward the prison corridor on the north side. After passing the third cross corridor on the north side, you will encounter two jailers. At this point, the jailers in the aboveground area will surely have sensed your presence, and the formation will also suppress you. Therefore, you must subdue or kill these two jailers as quickly as possible. Don't let them hold you back, otherwise if the people above ground rush back, you will be dead."

"Third, after killing those two jailers, there will be chaos in the Death Prison. The night watchmen from the east, west, southeast, and southwest will rush over as quickly as possible. But if you go to the north, they will be a little further away from you. You have to rush to the night prison control room before them. Since Qian Mei may be supervising in the prison area above ground, her prison control room is likely to be locked. After you use the magic to open the door of the prison control room, immediately enter the inner room and take the dragon pillar from the shelf. The dragon pillar is the key to open the stone door of the array eye room. It is about half the thickness and length of an adult's arm. Such a big stick cannot be stored in the consciousness space, so I think No woman would wear it around her waist; it's unseemly. In fact, the day shift warden usually keeps it on a shelf. After you obtain this item, look out the door and to the left. You'll see a wide, deep corridor. On the left side of the corridor, there's a wooden table, usually used for storing miscellaneous items... That's the Death Prison's patrol path, unknown to outsiders. After killing the jailer, gather your aura and quickly enter the patrol path with the dragon pillar, continuing straight ahead to the center of the formation. By then, the other jailers might have just arrived at the scene where you killed someone. They won't realize you even knew about the patrol path.

"Fourth, after entering the core room, you can first use your spiritual energy to activate the dragon pillar and direct its aura toward a stone sculpture depicting a three-headed beast. This object is likely a sculpture of a three-headed underworld beast, one of the formation's spirits, and the sculpture is the magical instrument that imprisons its spirit. This beast possesses a formidable body and unparalleled combat power, but it lacks a brain and even less intelligence. Using the dragon pillar's aura to guide it to attack and kill the jailers will create even greater chaos. This... might be successful. Of course, I've never been inside the core room. All of this is based on my secret observations, inquiries, and research on Death Row. I admit, this speculation involves a significant gamble, so its success or failure depends entirely on fate."

“……!” The storyteller was speechless when he saw this.

"After activating the three Hades beasts, you can destroy the statue of the psychic master and break the formation. Once the formation is broken, the suppression will be gone, and the others will not be able to lock onto your aura. Then you can find a way to escape the prison. Remember, if you want to escape, you must break the formation and avoid the other jailers. Move quickly and accurately."

"In the entire plan, you only need to break down three iron gates and face the two jailers blocking your way. Given how highly the Xuwang Village Clan Hall values ​​you, killing these two insignificant jailers should be within your capabilities."

"If you can't even do that, then what the hell are you doing escaping from prison? I can only sincerely wish you to become the most beautiful death row inmate on Death Day."

"Oh, by the way, this plan must be burned after reading it, and after you recover your spiritual power, you must also erase the smell of taking the Tongshen Powder to ensure that there are no mistakes. Don't deliberately leave a trace and try to use it to control me. That will only make your death more miserable."

"If the escape is successful, you can find it in the ruined temple south of the village, next to the dry well."

"...!"

After reading the contents of the oil-paper, the storyteller couldn't help but smile bitterly. He saw that below the calligraphy, the Little Bad King had specially drawn a simple map of the Death Prison for him so that he could understand the complex terrain and directions.

Frankly speaking, in the eyes of No. 79, this plan is already very detailed and rigorous, and it is also a plan with a higher success rate based on deduction.

The fact that a third-grade wild dog could come up with such a plan in such a dangerous environment was beyond the storyteller's expectations.

However, the blind jailer didn't know the storyteller's magical methods, so his advice to him was to break down the door, kill people, and break into the core room of the formation...

The storyteller sat cross-legged on the ground, frowning in thought, thinking about Ren Ye's plan in his mind, combining it with his own situation, and then thought of another possibility.

Breaking the door right at the start would inevitably attract the attention of the jailers, and once a conflict arose, there would be too many accidents to worry about. So, after much deliberation, he decided to use a strange inherited technique.

The lights flickered, and the storyteller raised his cheek covered with pus-filled skin, wrapped the powder in oil paper again, and then began to eat.

He was a dissolute, lustful and gluttonous person, and tonight's four dishes and one soup might be his last meal, so he ate with relish.

Soon, half an hour passed, and the burly jailer returned, took the storyteller's plate, and asked persistently, "Have you made up your mind?"

"I'm a bit confused. I'll tell you the result tomorrow...!" the storyteller responded lazily.

"You're looking for death." The burly jailer knew that the other party was talking nonsense, so he ignored him and left with the plate.

Time passed minute by minute, and the storyteller lay on the straw mat. His expression seemed calm, but he was actually very panicked.

Finally, he survived the You hour and welcomed the Xu hour. He even heard a burst of dense footsteps leaving from a long distance. There were many people, and they were walking very fast.

He knew that these were the twenty jailers who had been transferred out of the Death Prison.

He did not act rashly, but waited for about a quarter of an hour to make sure that these people should have arrived at the place of work, and then he sat up suddenly.

"brush!"

The storyteller quickly and decisively took out the oil-paper bag from his arms, spread it out carefully, then raised his neck and poured all the medicine powder wrapped in it into his mouth.

Tongling Powder has no special taste, it's just a little dry at first.

He swallowed several times to let the powder enter his stomach, and then waited for dozens of breaths before stuffing a whole piece of oil paper into his mouth, chewing it roughly and swallowing it directly.

The storyteller was very clear in his mind. He knew that Ren Ye was his only hope to save him, because even if he succeeded in escaping from prison today, how he could hide safely in the Xuwang Village later would depend on the help of that boy.

Therefore, it is obviously unwise to disgust others with trivial matters and leave any traces behind.

The most important thing is that a plan written by pasting calligraphy is not a solid evidence at all, so it is impossible to fully grasp Ren Ye.

As the medicinal powder entered his stomach, he immediately felt a warm sensation in his dantian, which was a sign that his spiritual power was recovering.

The storyteller closed his eyes tightly, and suddenly felt his heart agitated, as if a trace of divine consciousness was surging from his eyebrows, which was a sign of his soul awakening.

Back, everything is back...

A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he immediately mobilized his spiritual thoughts and began to suppress the rising and reviving aura of spiritual energy in his dantian, hiding it completely.

After dozens of breaths, the spiritual energy in his abdomen was like a broken dam, violent and surging; his face gradually turned red, but his weak consciousness was able to firmly suppress the Dantian in his abdomen, and not a trace of abnormal aura was revealed.

After a while, he slowly opened his eyes. Although he still had a cynical smile on his face, his whole temperament had changed very obviously.

He was still wearing his smelly prison uniform, and his hair was still dirty and stuck together, but the boils on his cheeks looked much dimmer, not as red as before, and his eyes were bright, his body was translucent and shining, and in his every move, there was a faint sense of arrogance, as if all the heroes in the world were just chickens and pottery dogs.

The storyteller sat upright with his hands on his legs. With just a slight movement of his mind, he could sense the twelve source-sealing nails in his body.

"brush!"

He slowly raised his right arm and hovered it in front of his body very relaxedly, with his palm facing downwards, without any fluctuation of spiritual power.

Then, his wise and bright eyes stared at the prison corridor outside the two iron gates, and he murmured softly, "Alas, there's so much to learn. Which one should I tell you about? Hmm... never mind, never mind, let me just tell you about the secret realm of the Mayfly Heavenly Palace and the story of the Night Wandering God single-handedly saving the young master. The scene of that day is still vivid in my mind, just like it is right now...!"

"Come, come, come...everyone, please take your seats and listen carefully!"

His expression was rich, his eyebrows dancing with joy. He actually recited a poem with great concentration towards the silent corridor ahead: "The general is born with courage and daring spirit, with a sword as sharp as autumn water and goose feathers on his waist. The wind blows the crocodile drums and the mountains and rivers shake, the lightning flashes and the flags rise high as the sun and moon. The unicorn in the sky has its own kind, how can the ants in the cave escape? On the day when Taiping waiter returns, I will take off my battle robes, sir!"

"Buzz!"

After a powerful and majestic opening poem was recited, a rainbow light suddenly appeared under the storyteller's raised right palm.

The spiritual energy in his dantian, as vast as the ocean, was now continuously gathering under his palm and condensing into the phantom of a wake-up stick.