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After taking a few deep breaths, he suddenly leaped up, his body moving diagonally in the air like a spider, his eight fingers barely gripping the thin window sill.

He gritted his teeth and used both hands to pull himself up; doing pull-ups with his fingers was practically killing him.

Because of the dark clouds and the night, there was hardly any light outside the window, and the prisoner who was dozing in the room did not notice someone slowly passing by his window.

Ye Xiao clung to the iron bars of the window, pulled his feet up, and then stepped onto the edge of the window to continue climbing.

Above that is a spacious rooftop.

There were also a few prison guards stationed and patrolling on the rooftop, but they were all on the previous shift and had long since sat in the corners of the wall in the distance, yawning with some boredom.

Ye Xiao clung to the edge of the rooftop, cautiously peeking out. Only after confirming that no one was paying attention to her direction did she pull herself up.

Feeling the howling night wind, Ye Xiao crouched down and walked along the rooftop, approaching a prison guard who was drowsy and gazing into the distance.

He suddenly grabbed the other person's neck and strangled them until their struggles weakened and they lost consciousness, then gently laid them down in a corner of the rooftop.

He could have used the rivets he'd taken from the iron bars to pierce the guy's heart and then pushed him off the outer wall, which might have been safer. However, most of these jailers were just doing a job and weren't as detestable as the brutal guards of the Maltz family.

Anyway, Ye Xiao had practiced the strangulation technique many times in his previous life and learned from the experience of the other party waking up unexpectedly a few times, so Ye Xiao's control over the force can now be said to be superb.

Ye Xiao then stripped off the jailer's clothes and put them on himself. To ensure that the unfortunate fellow wouldn't freeze to death while unconscious in such cold weather, he even found a wooden bucket for him and stuffed him inside.

Chapter Forty-Nine: The Art of Diarrhea

After changing into the jailer's clothes, Ye Xiao hid his prison uniform in a corner next to the wooden tub and swaggered downstairs.

At this moment, the guards in the watchtower had crowded the entrance to the public latrine, and a faint stench was even wafting through the corridor.

Ye Xiao pretended to cover his nose but actually did so to hide his face. He strolled down the corridor to the canteen, and along the way he could hear prison guards leaning against the wall cursing.

"Can you hurry up inside?! Damn it, I can't hold it in anymore!!!" "Did that damn chef cook this soup with his grandma's foot bindings?!" "Stop yelling, I am the chef! I'm coming out too, it's that son of a bitch who made the problem with the ingredients!"

A prison guard who saw Ye Xiao walking towards the canteen kindly reminded him that it was best not to eat dinner today, as there seemed to be something wrong with the food.

"Oh, I'll just have some soup to fill my stomach, it should be fine," Ye Xiao replied casually, then picked up the small wooden bowl she had brought from the cabinet next to her and walked toward the earthenware pot containing the soup.

Because of the diarrhea incident, the situation in the tower was somewhat chaotic. The jailer saw that Ye Xiao's movements and expressions were natural. Although he felt that Ye Xiao looked a little unfamiliar, his stomach was making terrible noises. He didn't have time to think about it and rushed towards the crowd of people squeezing into the toilet with a grimac.

Wearing a prison guard's uniform, Ye Xiao didn't need to be as cautious as a prisoner. He scooped up a bowl of soup and pretended to spill it on the table. Then he found a strip of cloth around the kitchen, wiped it off, and quietly stuffed it into his pocket.

His movements weren't large, but with so many people around, it was inevitable that someone would glance at him. Therefore, this set of feigned actions was a simple cover-up.

Clutching the rag soaked in the diarrhea soup, Ye Xiao went up to the second floor, and sure enough, the public toilet there was also crowded with people.

"This place is full! This place is full!" "Go somewhere else!"

Upon seeing Ye Xiao appear, some prison guards who were still covering their pants on the perimeter hurriedly shouted.

Ye Xiao feigned disgust, lowered his head, and walked past the prison guards whose faces were contorted in pain. He found a secluded storage room in the corner, took down an oil lamp hanging on the corridor wall, and turned to go inside.

In the afternoon, he had already taken the opportunity of cleaning to check the layout of the floors. This room and the room directly above it were both storage rooms for cloth and timber—in other words, they were particularly prone to fire.

Of course, it's impossible to destroy the tower by setting it on fire here. There are people everywhere, and the fire would quickly attract the attention of the prison guards.

But that was enough. Ye Xiao piled up a small wad of cloth, estimated the time it might take for the fire to be noticed, and patted the oil lamp onto the wad of cloth.

Watching the flames rise, Ye Xiao walked out of the door and then turned to go to the guards' rest room at the other end of the corridor.

The rest room wasn't spacious, with a few small beds and several large windows for ventilation. Since all the prison guards were currently crammed into the toilet to relieve stress, there was no one else in the room except Ye Xiao.

This was Ye Xiao's opportunity, because the location of this lounge was directly above the warden's luxurious mansion.

Ye Xiao locked the door to the lounge, opened the window, and after confirming that there was no one in the dark open space outside, she nimbly climbed up the windowsill.

There were a bunch of ornate watchtowers that were much easier to climb than the bare circular prison, and Ye Xiao quickly climbed up to the window of the luxurious bedroom.

Normally, no one would leave the curtains open while doing that important thing, which made it easy for Ye Xiao to press his ear against the windowpane covered by the curtains and listen carefully to what was happening inside.

Amidst the girl's soft sobs, the warden's gruff voice clearly drifted out the window:

"Hehehe, little cutie, when did you come in? I didn't even notice that there was such a beauty in our place."

"Stop... Do you know who I am...?"

"Hey, those little feet are quite strong. Oh, I see, so you like this kind of prelude."

"Oh, I really like that look in your eyes, hehehehe. Most of the women here are numb like wooden blocks of wood. Someone as unruly as you deserves my special care..."

"Ring ring ring—" The piercing alarm suddenly rang out, startling the warden in the room. "What's going on!?"

"Wow! Fire! Help!!" Ye Xiao shouted from outside the window at just the right moment.

"Gods above, what the hell is going on?!" A loud, clanging sound came from the window, probably the sound of the warden running out of the room. Soon after, a chaotic shouting came from the corridor at the other end of the room.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Ye Xiao used a strip of cloth to wrap his hand and smashed the glass window. The strange noise was not noticed by anyone in the midst of the noise.

He reached through the shattered glass window, unscrewed the latch, pried open the window, and jumped inside.

Pulling back the curtains, one is greeted by a luxurious bedroom, its lavish decor far surpassing even the size of the downstairs rest room where four prison guards share a bed.

On a large bed with red velvet sheets, a girl with tears in her eyes and only a velvet cloth covering her body was trembling as her hands and feet were bound by ropes. She looked at Ye Xiao, who had suddenly barged in, with fear on her face.

"Shh, be quiet," Ye Xiao put a finger to her lips, glancing at the other end of the room.

The bedroom door was wide open, and the flustered warden, naturally ignoring the girl, ran out naked to escape.

The girl was indeed exceptionally beautiful, with a lovely oval face, long, deep purple hair draped over the pillowcase, and blue crystal eyes glistening with tears. Blood seeped from the corners of her thin, moist lips, and her delicate, alabaster skin made her seem like she belonged to a completely different world from the rough and violent criminals who mostly lived here.

However, Ye Xiao didn't find it strange. Sometimes, some noble relatives who were imprisoned for serious crimes had such rich young ladies.

"He won't be able to work tonight, and I'll be able to get you out of here tomorrow."

While whispering words of comfort, Ye Xiao looked at the faint marks around the girl's snow-white neck and the row of tiny holes that looked like they had been pricked by needles.

The warden's tyrannical and aggressive nature makes the magical neck cuffs around the girls' necks an obstacle to his certain fetishes during sexual activity.

Therefore, this delicate moment is the only time of day, besides releasing prisoners, when the warden will take the neck cuff key out of the safe.

Ye Xiao's eyes searched the room and found the neck cuff key on the bedside table, as well as a bottle of Xiongli medicine that had just been uncorked but had not yet been drunk.

Wait, I haven't drunk this medicine yet...?

Ye Xiao's lips curled up as he took out a rag from his pocket and squeezed in a few drops of the soup from the clay pot he had just borrowed from the cafeteria.

The warden, who has his own chef, would never eat communal meals with the guards, but how could Ye Xiao let him escape that perilous fate?

He had planned to use other methods, but since the bottle of medicine was here, he couldn't be blamed.

Then Ye Xiao inserted the key into the neck cuff and twisted it. With a soft click, the neck cuff that had bound him for three days like a time bomb finally loosened slightly.

As he pulled the specially made silver needles from his neck, the stagnant magic and boundless energy surged through his body, and Ye Xiao had never felt so relaxed and comfortable.

Chapter Fifty: The Warden's Redemption

"Take me away...please..." Just then, the girl whispered, her voice trembling with tears, her expression filled with grief and pleading, "Save me..."

"Don't worry, he can't touch you tonight." Ye Xiao patted the poor girl's shoulder, gave her some more instructions, put the key back on the table, hesitated for a moment, then squeezed a few more drops of delicious soup into the potion bottle before turning over and hiding out the window.

A moment later, the warden, pulling up his pants, stormed into the room cursing, "...What a bunch of useless idiots! Are their brains filled with water bubbles?! It's one thing for them to poop in their pants, but they even managed to set the house on fire! They'll be the ones who die from this bunch of morons one day!"

With a bang, the warden slammed the door shut. His gaze fell on the trembling girl on the bed. He rubbed his face with his large, fan-like hands, transforming his anger into desire. He approached the girl step by step. "Hehe, are you ready to accept my love, little cutie?"

He picked up the medicine from the bedside table and drank it all in one gulp. He licked his lips, and soon the hot and comfortable feeling surged from his stomach, like endless power flowing into his limbs and bones.

Clutching his already loose belt, his beady eyes, squeezed between his fat belly, trembled with excitement. Just as he had said, most of the women in the prison had already numbed and bored him. A lively girl like this would be a highlight of his entire hunting career!

An overwhelming excitement welled up inside me, like a wild beast being unleashed, the long spear that a general had sealed away for so long about to be drawn...

"Guer." Just then, a subtle voice came from the warden's fat belly.

"How..." "Gu'er"

"Hiss... What's going on? My stomach..." The warden's face turned as red as liver. He felt an immense force surging from his lower body, but at the same time, he felt his stomach churning violently.

What's going on?! Why is this happening?!

The warden began to feel unwell; he felt an immense pressure building up inside him, searching for an outlet, but that outlet kept shifting back and forth in a damn way.

The girl huddled palely at the head of the bed, but she also noticed that the warden's expression seemed a little off. Fine beads of sweat appeared on his fat face, which was contorted with pain.

No one had ever tried mixing bear potion and diarrhea potion to see what kind of magical effects they would produce. They were so different, so completely unrelated, that even a normal alchemist would feel that their scientific beliefs were being desecrated just by imagining this combination.

The warden probably had no idea that he was about to become a rising star in the history of Loren medicine.

The overlapping physiological instincts and desires devour each other, like two crown princes vying for the throne passionately clashing swords, or like harmonious musical notes gradually pushing the entire concert to its climax.

The warden's initial hesitation, fueled by desire, nearly caused him to lose control of his body, plunging him into a bizarre situation where his instincts locked him in place.

He needed to go to the toilet, but the heat in his heart was frantically fueling his rising desire, and he felt like he was about to explode if he didn't release it soon.

He wanted to exercise, but the burning sensation in his abdomen was pushing his physical limits, and if he didn't release it soon, he would burst.

BOOM BOOM BOOM!

The word, like a frivolous graffiti in an artistic vision, wandered through the warden's bloodshot brain, emitting a merciless sneer.

Finally, before his brain completely broke down, it managed to prioritize his physical needs, leading him to frantically scramble off the bed and crawl into the adjacent cubicle.

Of course, even with the magical enhancements, Loren hasn't yet unlocked the building technology for independent toilets; the chamber pots with red velvet cloths in the cubicles are where they relieve themselves.

However, this was a life-saving remedy for the warden who was on the verge of madness. Not having to fight with the prison guards who were already waiting impatiently in the corridor was the happiest experience he had ever had in his life.

Of course, this is only temporary happiness.

Sitting on the kettle, enduring the intense heat as he unleashed his pent-up larynge, the warden was unaware that this small cubicle would soon become his personal hell on earth.

In a daze, the warden noticed that the cell door seemed to have been closed, but the churning in his stomach, stirring up the burning desire, made him oblivious to it; all he wanted to do at that moment was to indulge his feelings.

After everything was over, his legs ached and his stomach hurt, and he rushed out the door without even wiping himself off, ready to relieve the unbearable heat.

Then he discovered that the door couldn't be opened.

Why can't it be opened? The warden couldn't remember if he had locked the door when he came in, so he gripped the handle and yanked hard.

With a crisp "click," the doorknob came off.

"Huh?" The warden was stunned. The heat surging through his body was assaulting his soul, and now, this damned door wouldn't open?!

"Hey?"

"Hello!? Is anyone outside??"

"Hey! Someone help me!"

"Open the door!!!"

The warden's roar echoed through the heavy cell door, his angry voice trembling with sobs.

However, the excellent soundproofing of the master bedroom, specially designed for his hobby, prevented him from shouting anxiously. So, apart from Ye Xiao, who had just closed the bedroom door and broken the handle, and the bewildered girl on the bed, no one could hear the sound.

Meanwhile, Ye Xiao, who was outside the door, was breaking apart a potato that had been left over from dinner and pressing the two halves of the potato against the key that could unlock the neck cuffs.

This is not a particularly complicated molding process, but it is a bit time-consuming, which is why Ye Xiao went through all this trouble.

After using magic to fine-tune the hardness of the potato, the outline of the key was clearly imprinted on the two halves of the potato.

"Not bad." Ye Xiao nodded and put the key back on the bedside table.

"Bang!" "Bang!" At this moment, the warden began to ram his large body against the cell, but the luxurious door was very sturdy and not something the warden, whose body had been hollowed out, could easily break through.

The Bear Power Potion only enhanced his physical desires, but it did not actually increase his strength.

"Aaaaaah!!!" The roar echoed in the bedroom, like the impotent rage of a wild beast trapped in a snare.

"Is it really that bad?" Ye Xiao frowned slightly. He didn't know what he had done wrong. He thought he would only have diarrhea at most.

Unaware of his lack of expertise in pharmacology, he didn't know that in order to enable the warden, whose body had been hollowed out, to lift a gun again, the pharmacist had given him a dosage far exceeding that of an ordinary person.

So Ye Xiao simply patted his clothes and then instructed the bound girl again, "Remember, after I leave, just shout for help a couple of times to deal with it. If they ask you anything, say that a jailer broke in through the window after the warden went into the cell. If you can get through tonight, we can get you out tomorrow."

The girl pursed her lips and nodded, her tear-streaked face looking somewhat pitiful.

However, the warden certainly wouldn't have the energy to harm the girl tonight, because Ye Xiao had no intention of opening the door for the warden at all, and simply flipped over and slipped out through the open window next to him.

With a flick of his sleeve, he left not a single cloud behind.

Meanwhile, the warden, who was nearly driven mad by exhaustion in his cubicle, was about to burst with pent-up desire.

No... I must... I must...

The warden, clinging to his remaining sanity, yearned for release in his agony. He had to find a place, anywhere, as long as it was a hole, a crevice…

But how many choices are there in such a small cubicle?