HPDBC Chapter 120 The Prisoner of the Infernal Corridor
Chapter 120 The Prisoner of the Infernal Corridor
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This is the compass of a sea cleaner.
If a user binds to the compass, their life level will increase, and they will become the new sea cleaner. In addition to possessing powerful and extraordinary ocean power, they can also summon sea trains.
Of course, besides 'binding', the compass also has another basic capability.
It can provide direction; the pointer will point to anywhere you want to go or to anyone you want to find.
Jiang Chaosheng silently recited in his heart:
"Creator of the Seamless Corridor".
The essence of the seamless corridor is a painting.
Only by finding the creator hidden within the painting can this forbidden object be contained.
The pointer spun wildly on the compass, eventually settling on a tunnel in the southeast direction.
Jiang Chaosheng walked in that direction, entering the thick darkness.
He was quite curious.
What kind of person is it that can paint a painting like the Seamless Corridor, a scroll with its own independent space?
......
As they went deeper into darkness, they could see nothing around them.
In the distance, there was a cluster of lights.
It's obvious there might be ghosts ahead.
Daji whispered from behind:
"The resentment ahead is extremely strong, my husband, please be careful."
Jiang Chaosheng nodded slightly and walked towards the light.
They're getting closer.
Step into the light source.
After a flash of white light, the scene changed.
Jiang Chaosheng slowly frowned.
Just a moment ago it was a workers' department store, how come... this is a prison?
The prison wasn't the kind run by the police, but rather the kind of ancient cell covered with straw and infested with rats.
The prison was quite large, and it was brightly lit with candles everywhere.
There was also a wonderful fragrance all around.
Daji sniffed:
"Soothing Incense"
Daji looked at Jiang Chaosheng and explained:
"It has a calming effect on the soul."
Jiang Chaosheng saw incense burners in every corner of the prison.
He suppressed the urge to steal the items.
The fact that this place is filled with resentment indicates that the owner of the Interminable Corridor does not want the ghosts here to riot.
Even creators worry about things like this, so as an outsider, it's best not to get carried away.
"ah!!!"
Jiang Chaosheng heard a series of screams.
He glanced at the compass.
The screams were just ahead; you had to get through there to find the creator of the Infernal Corridor.
Jiang Chaosheng walked in that direction.
That's the torture chamber.
Jiang Chaosheng stood at the door, looking at the scene inside the torture chamber.
Inside was a group of women dressed in gauze dresses, with tube tops underneath and thin blouses on top.
They are very beautiful. In modern times, they would all be stunning beauties, far surpassing those internet celebrities.
Jiang Chaosheng had minored in the history of Xia Dynasty clothing and recognized that this was the clothing of Song Dynasty concubines, with thin gauze like mist, which was exactly what they were wearing.
These Song Dynasty concubines, holding horsewhips, were weeping and lashing a group of foreign men dressed in sheepskin.
The screams were coming from the men.
Jiang Chaosheng's eyes showed a thoughtful expression.
Imperial concubines of the Song Dynasty?
A foreign man wearing sheepskin?
Yes... a victim of that dark age?
Their identities are becoming increasingly clear.
The question is, why are they in the Infinite Corridor?
Daji reminded her:
"Husband, they are all vengeful ghosts who have been alive for thousands of years. Be careful."
Jiang Chaosheng walked forward.
The Song Dynasty women acted as if they didn't see Jiang Chaosheng at all, letting him pass by.
It's possible that punishing those sheepskin-clad foreigners with a horsewhip was far more important than glancing at Jiang Chaosheng.
Foxfire surged from Daji's hands, ready to burn these thousand-year-old female ghosts to ashes.
Jiang Chaosheng grabbed Daji's hand.
Daji was stunned:
"Husband?"
Jiang Chaosheng remained silent for a while:
"They're pitiful enough, let's go."
Daji was puzzled, but Jiang Chaosheng's words were more important than anything else, so she obediently followed behind him.
Jiang Chaosheng continued walking forward.
They arrived at the next prison.
This place is different from the prison we just left.
Red curtains hung everywhere, and a luxurious pear wood bed stood against the wall.
A woman, about eighteen or nineteen years old, was lying on the bed.
The woman was very beautiful, much more beautiful than the concubines, and her beauty probably overshadowed an entire era.
She lay on her side, fast asleep, with several palace maids attending to her.
Suddenly, she opened her eyes, clutched her head, and let out a painful scream.
The sharp hissing sound caused Jiang Chaosheng's brain to feel a violent tearing sensation.
Daji said coldly:
"So noisy!"
Daji held up a ball of foxfire in her hand.
Jiang Chaosheng pressed down on her hand, the veins on his forehead throbbing:
"Don't do it."
Why is this fox so angry?!
Daji looked at Jiang Chaosheng with suspicion.
My husband is definitely not a soft-hearted person, so why is he so lenient towards these female ghosts?
Jiang Chaosheng pointed to both sides of the prison cell.
Daji looked in the direction Jiang Chaosheng indicated.
Several palace maids quickly ran to the red curtain, pulled it open, and revealed the scene inside.
Six Song Dynasty men dressed in prison garb were kneeling in one spot.
They wore heavy yokes around their necks, with eight characters written on them:
"A scourge to the country and its people, worse than pigs and dogs."
The palace maids, wielding long swords, kept stabbing at the six men.
The cries for mercy were incessant.
"Princess Xunde, spare my life!"
"Princess, spare my life!"
Another row of men wearing sheepskins stood there.
Several palace maids, wielding curved knives, stabbed at their groins.
A bloody, mangled mess fell to the ground, accompanied by heart-wrenching screams.
The woman on the bed finally showed a relaxed expression, and with the help of the palace maids, she lay down again and gradually fell asleep.
Jiang Chaosheng said:
"Let's go, the people here pose no threat."
Daji followed Jiang Chaosheng, walking towards the end of the darkness.
......
Jiang Chaosheng had six words in his mind.
The shame of the Jingkang Incident remains unavenged.
The women here were all pitiful people of that era.
In the late Northern Song Dynasty, they were confined to the laundry bureau, serving as the cheapest laborers. Even the Empress Dowager at that time was no exception.
That stunningly beautiful woman from earlier was probably the most tragic of all these women.
Princess Xunde, daughter of Emperor Huizong of Song, Zhao Fujin.
He died in a valley crack.
For a princess of the highest rank, such a death was absurdly terrifying.
Jiang Chaosheng frowned as he pondered, recalling what had happened inside the Infinite Corridor.
The first thing you see is a group of people from Dongying.
Those people from Dongying from a hundred years ago are imprisoned here for eternity.
Next, we see foreigners suffering various forms of torture at the hands of Song Dynasty women.
The artist of this painting appears to be seeking justice for the suffering of the Xia Kingdom.
Who exactly is he?
As I was pondering this, the compass needle suddenly jerked violently and pointed in one direction.
Jiang Chaosheng walked in the direction of the pointer.
......
This is an antique-style hall.
Very luxurious.
The pillars, tables, chairs, and beds were all made of pure gold, and the walls were inlaid with coral jewels.
Sitting in front of the golden table was a well-dressed, plump old man.
He was ridiculously fat, weighing over 300 pounds, with his belly hanging down past his knees.
Curly hair, deep-set eyes, and a bushy beard.
The table was laden with delicacies from land and sea.
The fat old man was very hungry, so he grabbed an apple and ate it in big bites.
However, the apple was pure gold, and he couldn't bite into it at all.
Strangely, the golden apple had a very strong fruity aroma.
The fat old man was very greedy and kept biting harder and harder until his teeth broke.
At that moment, the fat old man sensed something and suddenly turned around to look.
His gaze fell on Jiang Chaosheng, and he angrily rebuked him:
"You lowly commoner, how dare you disturb me!"
Jiang Chaosheng said:
"Who are you?"
The fat old man grabbed a large golden sword from the table and said sternly:
"I am the Emperor of the Great Yan!"
Jiang Chaosheng raised an eyebrow slightly.
Emperor of the Great Yan?
It sounds familiar, but was there such an emperor in the history of the Xia Kingdom?
The fat old man then saw Daji, a burning desire gleaming in his eyes. His lips moved, and he stammered:
"The Imperial Concubine City is innocent!"
Jiang Chaosheng suddenly realized.
The culprit behind the An Lushan Rebellion!
It was actually the ghost of An Lushan!
The "Imperial Concubine" he mentioned refers to Yang Yuhuan.
The fat old man, knife in hand, charged forward like a mountain of flesh, speaking in a cryptic, incoherent manner:
"Purge the court of corrupt officials, execute Yang Guozhong!"