Era of Magic and Martial Arts-Chapter 328 - 312: Let Feng Muxian Go First

Exiting the underground parking lot, they walked through the corridor, passing the Light Supervision Area, heading towards the Death Row.

The closer they got to the Death Row, the more intense the scent of blood in the air became. Gong Qi, with his acute senses, could even hear the sound of water splashing on the ground.

It was the sound of soaked mops being dragged laboriously, moving the clammy, greasy blood and minced meat into the water prison pool, where they would be swirled and cleaned.

The bottom drains of the water prison pool made a low pumping noise, while the pipes on the walls continuously poured fresh water into the pool, attempting to dilute the viscosity of the water.

However, this effort seemed counterproductive; instead of lightening, the color of the water became deeper and more vibrant, like a terrifying scene submerged in darkness.

Whoosh—

Clatter—

Gong Qi’s ears twitched slightly as he heard the finally retrieved body being dragged to the poolside, seemingly placed onto a cargo cart.

The cart was laden with bodies, the heavy weight causing the rusty wheels to emit a teeth-grating screech as they scraped against the ground.

When Feng Mu and his group returned to the Death Row, they saw weary prison guards dragging carts filled with bodies, struggling towards the incineration room.

The cart’s wheels were stuck with rings of minced meat, which "creaked" and left trails of blood on the floor as they turned.

Some bodies at the bottom of the cart had playful arms falling outside, scraping the ground all the way, leaving crooked scratch marks, almost as if still alive.

The scene before them was horrifying, yet the prison guards coming and going were indifferent, their expressions numb and movements mechanical.

They were truly exhausted today!

They hadn’t personally handled bodies for a long time, let alone so many at once. Such dirty and tiring work was usually assigned directly to the prisoners.

It wasn’t that no one considered bringing in inmates from other zones to share the burden of this heavy labor, but on this special day, no one dared to suggest it to the warden.

So today, it all fell back into their hands, and worse off were the carts that had long been "laid off."

Having rusted while retired in the storeroom for years, they didn’t expect to return to full-load operation today, with many breaking apart during use, wheels and panels scattered all over.

Not far away, a cart fell apart halfway, and the bodies piled a person high tilted and smashed against the wall, causing traffic chaos. Several carts behind couldn’t evade, leading to a tragic chain collision, bodies scattered everywhere.

Feng Mu witnessed this scene, showing a compassionate look: "It seems the most dangerous suppression activity is over, so you all go and help."

The crowd behind nodded in unison, pairing up to move the scattered bodies.

They acted enthusiastically, working in perfect harmony and efficiency, a stark contrast to the prison guards seizing the chance to slack off around them.

Feng Mu, accompanied by Gong Qi and Liu Yi, walked towards the warden’s office, passing by the incineration room on the way, its narrow corridor filled with queued bodies.

There was hardly any place to step at the front, only faintly could you see a massive gourd at the entrance of the incineration room, seemingly methodically directing two or three guards to load the bodies into the incinerator in order.

Inside the incineration room, the four incinerators roared like tireless beasts, continuously operating, their mouths the greedy maws of monsters, opening and closing to devour the bodies fed piece by piece.

The incinerators likely didn’t expect to be so stuffed one day, swollen from the food, the heat waves from burning the corpses tinted the room’s air with visible ripples.

The guards carrying bodies were drenched in sweat, their clothes soaked, turning a red-tinged white from the high heat, emitting a strange meaty scent, as if ready to be served on a dinner table.

Their eyes began to glaze over, their bodies severely dehydrated, generating intense hallucinations.

In a daze, they seemed to see tiny white grains, like fine sand, silently emerging from Wang Cong’s pant legs, his sleeves, and the old gourd he carried.

Then those grains slowly disseminated in the air, like ghostly figures in a nightmare, gradually forming eerie tendrils that wound towards their necks.

"Sleep, sleep, you’re too tired. Alone in the incineration room, I work more efficiently."

On the brink of collapse, suffocation, and fainting, they vaguely heard Wang Cong’s gentle murmuring in the fog of a dream. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

"But I can’t start dining alone, I’ve secretly eaten quite a bit already today, the main dish should go to Feng Muxian first, hmm... But how should I save it for him?"

Suddenly, Wang Cong forcefully opened the door of the leftmost incinerator, waving his arm, the white granular tendrils piercing through the blazing flames, advancing towards the iron wall behind, slowly pushing it open to reveal a winding, dark "intestinal tract" within.

Wang Cong’s eyes brightened with an idea: "I’ll just hide it in here."

The sound of grains howled mournfully, the entire incineration room gradually shrouded in a haze of mist.

Outside the corridor, cameras couldn’t see inside the incineration room, only the silhouette carrying a gourd moving busily in and out like a diligent bee, visibly reducing the long line of corpse carts outside, gradually consumed by the incineration room...

Feng Mu pushed the door open and entered the warden’s office.

Shi Wuming stood in the corner, as steady as a rock, unconcerned about the prison’s future.

He glanced at Feng Mu calmly, then nonchalantly withdrew his gaze, and in the instant he lowered his head, a flash of cold killing intent swept through the depths of his eyes.

Shi Wuming was calculating the date to move:

"Qian Huan’s situation is quite dire now, so this task might be ending soon. Ah, I couldn’t earn more from him, well then, what I couldn’t get from Qian Huan, I’ll find a way to retrieve from Feng Mu, meanwhile avenging my old friend."

Feng Mu, sensing something, glanced at the blood gauge above Shi Wuming’s head, then looked toward the warden, Qian Huan, behind the bulletproof glass.

The latter’s face was extremely gloomy, his eyes seemingly aflame as he stared at the computer screen, displaying the lengthy and meticulously illustrated and detailed news report, penned by [Graveyard Tree], logical and convincing, leaving no room for doubt.

"Slander, it’s all slander, damn it, where did this [Graveyard Tree] bastard come from again!"

Hysterical roars echoed within the office...