He ran really fast.
She hadn’t even had time to ask why he ended up in the Death Row Prison.
Yun Ji silently complained in her heart, put down Wei Sheng who now sported a head full of small braids, and lowered her head to eat.
Lu Xing sat beside her, propping his chin in his hand as he watched her.
He didn’t speak, just watched, even taking in her burps and farts with his gaze.
That look in his eyes was exactly like seeing a caterpillar that had grown three heads and six arms, blossomed all over its body, and possessed eighteen mouths.
It made her too afraid to move a muscle.
“What are you looking at?”
She finally couldn’t help but ask.
Lu Xing blinked his incredibly adorable big eyes. When he wasn’t speaking, his entire person seemed as soft and harmless as a cloth doll, making people constantly want to pinch him.
Yun Ji had always been the practical type who acted on her thoughts.
No sooner had the idea formed than her hand was already pinching Lu Xing’s cheek.
The texture was nice, just too cold.
Lu Xing froze for a moment, seemingly not expecting Yun Ji to suddenly take action, momentarily forgetting to break free from her grasp.
But once he recovered, he immediately obediently pressed against Yun Ji’s palm, docile like a fluffy little animal, his eyes seemingly containing hooks that clearly captured Yun Ji’s reflection.
Yet Yun Ji wasn’t the least bit deceived by his cuteness. Once she had touched enough, she withdrew her hand and continued focusing on her meal.
Her sixth sense was very sharp!
Beneath Lu Xing’s gentle appearance definitely lurked something dangerous.
Perhaps it was a large, blood-filled mouth full of fangs, ready to devour her like a man-eating flower!
Yun Ji frightened herself with her own imagination, quickly shaking her head vigorously to dispel the chaotic thoughts, and concentrated on eating.
Lu Xing clearly couldn’t understand Yun Ji’s behavior at this moment.
Watching as Yun Ji obviously had many things on her mind but didn’t say a word, instead directing all her attention to eating, he spaced out for a few seconds before saying thoughtfully:
“Sister, do you think you can leave this place?”
“Don’t know,” Yun Ji was quite candid. “I feel it’s pretty difficult.”
With the ocean outside and whatever Formation the Immortal Emperor set up, just hearing about it made the difficulty sound top-tier.
Lu Xing: “Then why did you mention ‘what if’ earlier?”
Yun Ji thought for a moment, waiting until she swallowed the food in her mouth before gesturing: “This… doesn’t really affect anything, right? I think leaving is quite difficult, but that doesn’t mean there’s no ‘what if’ scenario.”
Seeing Lu Xing staring at her with complete incomprehension, she paused, then added:
“How could I possibly know today what will happen tomorrow? We’ll only know the day after tomorrow. I just need to do what I should and can do today, then I can wait for tomorrow to arrive.”
Lu Xing seemed to frown slightly, then quickly smoothed his expression:
“That seems somewhat reasonable.”
He lifted his eyes, his gaze becoming even more novel. If earlier he had been looking at a three-headed, six-armed caterpillar, now he was looking at some alien riding a unicycle while breathing fire.
The only constant was the “looks so delicious” appetite always visible in his eyes.
Does he actually eat people?
Yun Ji shuddered, then started shaking her head vigorously again.
The moment Wei Sheng opened his eyes, he saw Yun Ji take a bite of food, shake her head like a rattle-drum, then take another bite.
…For a moment, he didn’t know what madness Yun Ji was up to now.
Worried that Yun Ji might try to feed him again, he first pretended to be dead quietly for a while. Only after Yun Ji put down her food bowl did he clear his throat and shoot a sidelong glance at Lu Xing.
“What were you all discussing?”
As he was about to wake up, he faintly heard Yun Ji and Lu Xing talking about something.
Lu Xing: “We were discussing delicious food.”
Yun Ji: “We were discussing prison breaks.”
The two exchanged glances.
Lu Xing corrected himself: “We were discussing delicious food during prison breaks.”
Yun Ji: ?
Wei Sheng immediately understood the hidden meaning in Lu Xing’s words.
An Evil Ghost of Lu Xing’s cultivation level must have eaten humans before.
Now he actually had his sights set on Yun Ji!
Wei Sheng narrowed his eyes, his killing intent undisguised.
Lu Xing was quite pleased to see Wei Sheng’s rage – he knew Wei Sheng cared about Yun Ji, so he had deliberately provoked him.
So what if he’s angry? There’s nothing he can do about it anyway.
Suddenly, the sound of metal scraping reached their ears.
Turning his head, he saw Yun Ji diligently scraping around the edge of the food bowl with an iron spoon, managing to scoop up a spoonful of rice, then running toward the stove to feed it inside.
“What are you doing!” Lu Xing exclaimed in alarm.
“You’re so eager to eat, I must satisfy you.” Yun Ji wore an expression of reckless determination. “If you can’t eat in your ghost form, then I’ll feed your physical body! I guarantee you’ll taste the food made by the guards!”
Lu Xing: !!!
In the end, that spoonful of rice never made it into the stove.
While Yun Ji was figuring out how to open the stove, Little Pig stole and ate the rice from her hand.
Then he foamed at the mouth and passed out again, with the spoon still clamped in his teeth, impossible to pull out.
Truly living up to his reputation of never learning his lesson.
Lu Xing, having narrowly escaped disaster, wiped his nonexistent sweat: “Sister, let’s just go back to discussing prison breaks.”
In their current state, it was completely impossible to escape this Death Row Prison.
Wei Sheng contemplated: “My clansmen should still be hiding outside. Their hiding place is very concealed. If we could contact them, we could coordinate from inside and outside – there would still be hope.”
He paused, “When I came in, I never thought I’d be able to leave again, so I hid their location with multiple layers of Concealment Formations. If you can escape, Yun Ji, you’d have somewhere to go.”
“How do you plan to contact them?” Shen Yinshuo spoke coldly. “Don’t even talk about sending messages out – we have absolutely no opportunity to contact the outside world.”
Yun Ji, who was meditating, immediately thought of the pillow the guard had brought her and raised her hand to suggest: “The guards should be able to contact the outside, but it’s too dangerous.”
Although the guard hadn’t said anything about it this time, he must have suffered, otherwise he wouldn’t have returned so late.
“Indeed dangerous.” The danger Shen Yinshuo understood was clearly different from what Yun Ji meant. “That guy can’t be trusted. He’s cowardly and afraid of death – he would only betray us.”
Yun Ji couldn’t argue with that.
Wei Sheng: “But if we want to leave, we definitely need to find a way to destroy the Suppression Formation outside.”
As long as they remained inside the Death Row Prison, there was no way they could destroy the external Suppression Formation.
A brief silence fell among them.
Lin Shu looked from one person to another, hesitantly speaking up:
“If I could get my hands on a few Crimson Feathers, I could refine an extremely corrosive medicine. No Array could block it – it might come in useful.”
Crimson Feathers weren’t particularly precious materials and could be bought anywhere.
Wei Sheng: “But the problem is we’re completely cut off from the outside world. Unless the guards can help us.”
And the guards happened to be precisely the ones they couldn’t trust.
Yun Ji suddenly said, “I remember Lu Xing mentioned before that this Death Row Prison has three levels, right? Each level has guards. Since there are other people here, could we try seeking help from them? Or perhaps avoid external contact altogether and first explore solutions from within?”
At these words, the group instinctively turned their gaze toward Lu Xing.