“Enter,” Granny Bizhu said, inexplicably sighing.

Jiang Wang heavily suspected that once he entered, Granny Bizhu might have malicious intentions and close the stone door, leaving him with no chance to escape. However, Granny Bizhu had no reason to harm him at this moment.

He came to Fishing Sea Pavilion openly, with Qi State as his safety guarantee.

Therefore, he took the lead in walking down the passage.

Only after entering did he realize that the passage was not narrow at all, much wider than he had perceived from the outside.

Standing outside, he had been restricted by the entrance and, most likely, by some formation, preventing a clear view. In reality, the passage was at least wide enough for four carriages to be side by side, and at least three zhang high.

Grape-sized jewels were arranged in a mystical pattern on both sides of the passage walls, vaguely forming some kind of design. However, they were too spread out and distant, making it impossible to immediately visualize the complete picture.

The worrying situation did not occur. Granny Bizhu, leaning on her dragon-headed cane, also entered the passage.

The stone door behind them did slowly rise again, but with an elder of Fishing Sea Pavilion present, there was nothing to worry about.

Before venturing deeper, Jiang Wang glanced back. The entrance was now just a slit, letting in the light from the prison exterior, soon to be completely sealed off by the descending stone door.

It gave a feeling of inexplicable oppression, as if some hope had been extinguished.

“Is this stone door just sturdy and heavy? It doesn’t seem capable of stopping someone truly powerful,” Jiang Wang asked casually.

“Of course, it’s more than that,” Granny Bizhu seemed to sense his unease, her tone kind. “If I hadn’t been the one to move the door just now, the formation would have been activated.”

Jiang Wang did not impolitely ask what specific formation it was, but paused and waited, walking alongside Granny Bizhu.

After a few steps, Granny Bizhu suddenly cautioned, “If someone speaks to you later, just deal with them briefly. Don’t offend them carelessly.”

Her serious attitude was quite unsettling.

“Who will these people be?” Jiang Wang asked.

“Jailers,” Granny Bizhu said only these two words, refusing to elaborate further.

Her aged figure continued onward without stopping.

Jiang Wang had no choice but to follow.

The passage was long, and descended further with each step. Judging by the distance traveled, they should have already reached the seabed and were still descending.

At the end of the long passage was another heavy stone door, still unguarded.

Jiang Wang mentally recreated the pattern of the jewels on the passage walls, and realized that it was… a dragon!

On both sides of the passage, dragons were outlined with jewels!

Double Dragons Suppressing the Prison?

Fishing Sea Pavilion really seemed to like exploiting dragons, making dragon coins, building dragon bone ships, and using dragons as prison wall murals.

It seemed they were deliberately echoing the legend of their founding ancestor, who “fished a dragon from the edge of the world with a single rod.”

This time, there was no need to push the door. Granny Bizhu directly grasped the door ring on the stone door, gently tapped it twice, and released it.

Jiang Wang suddenly felt as if he were being watched by some cold, piercing gaze. It was the kind of gaze that burrowed into one’s body like a worm, making him feel very uneasy.

Fortunately, the “observation” ended quickly.

Before long, the stone door was pulled open from the inside.

Standing behind the door, the one who opened it for them was a tattered drunkard. With disheveled hair like a chicken coop, he walked inside without looking back.

He didn’t seem to care at all why Jiang Wang and Granny Bizhu were there.

Granny Bizhu didn’t speak, and Jiang Wang remained silent.

Not far past the stone door was a dirty table, haphazardly covered with dominoes.

Three people were sprawled in chairs around the table, two shirtless, exposing their hairy chests and fat. The one wearing clothes was picking at his toes with one hand.

They were all unkempt, with overturned wine jars scattered around their feet.

They had obviously been drinking and playing dominoes.

These people should be the jailers Granny Bizhu mentioned, completely different from what Jiang Wang had imagined. Those whom Granny Bizhu seriously warned about must be dangerous figures. At the very least, they should have a cold expression and a murderous aura.

Unexpectedly, they were like a group of muddle-headed vagrants.

But Jiang Wang quickly realized that perhaps it was precisely because they were trapped here, eating and waiting for death, with no other way out, that they were so dangerous?

Ten steps past the table was an iron fence. The fence had only one door, which was already open.

Through the gaps in the fence, he could see another long passage. However, on both sides of this passage were cells instead of walls.

Some cells were occupied, others were not. But all were silent.

“Damn it!” the chicken coop head jailer walked directly to the empty seat, burped, and cursed, “Anyone who dares to change my tiles, I’ll kill them!”

Behind the jailer currently picking his toes cursed in response: “What’s so special about your broken tiles anyway?”

The chicken coop head slammed the table: “So you were looking at my tiles!”

He swept the tiles on the table into a mess: “You cheated! This round doesn’t count!”

“Damn!”

The toe-picking jailer cursed, but obviously accepted it, not stopping the chicken coop head from reshuffling the tiles.

Granny Bizhu didn’t greet them, walking towards the iron fence on her own, and Jiang Wang silently followed.

“Hey!” While the chicken coop head was shuffling the tiles, the toe-picking jailer glanced at Jiang Wang a few times: “Never seen you before, where’d you come from?”

Jiang Wang thought about Granny Bizhu’s warning and replied: “Linzi.”

“Oh, a Qi person!”

His words didn’t convey any hostility, just a pure repetition of information. After saying that, he continued picking at his toes.

The chicken coop head jailer, who had already finished shuffling and was arranging the tiles, suddenly stopped and rubbed his disheveled hair.

He turned his face, looking at Jiang Wang with curiosity: “Since you’re a Qi person, why don’t you tell us, how did Bi Yuanjie die?”

The other three jailers also turned their gazes over, instantly creating a sense of pressure.

“Bi Yuanjie?” Jiang Wang frowned. He had never heard of this name.

“He was also a jailer here, but he escaped,” Granny Bizhu’s voice explained from ahead, “Later, he joined Hell’s Gate and became one of their Yama Kings. I think… King Biancheng.”

The King Biancheng of Hell’s Gate was a jailer from Imprisoned Sea Prison!

Every Yama King was a peak Outer Building expert. That meant these four slovenly fellows playing dominoes were also at that level!

Four peak Outer Building experts as jailers! Counting Bi Yuanjie before his escape, that was five!

The guarding strength of this Imprisoned Sea Prison was truly the strongest Jiang Wang knew.

Wait…

Jiang Wang suddenly thought that since Bi Yuanjie was a jailer, why did he “escape”?

Usually, it was prisoners who escaped, he had never heard of jailers escaping.

Unless, the jailers here couldn’t leave on their own accord. They were also restricted in some way…

Thinking about these questions, Jiang Wang honestly replied, “I think he was crushed to death by the leader of the Watchmen in Linhai County with a single palm strike.”

The four jailers who were picking up tiles looked at each other for a moment, their expressions a mix of laughter and tears.

Finally, they continued picking up tiles, no one looking at Jiang Wang again.