My Cell Prison-Chapter 1205 - 1204: Employees

It wasn’t Han Dong’s eyes playing tricks on him; the woman who had come to visit the prison held in her eyes the same "Black Vortex Mark" as the body trunk.

It was precisely when Han Dong used the Demon Eye to observe the black vortex in the woman’s eyes.

Her similarly special eyes detected the uniqueness in Han Dong.

[Eye contact]

With their gazes intertwined, the black vortex in the woman’s eyeballs continuously spun, attempting to pull Han Dong’s consciousness into a pupil-like space.

However.

No matter how the black vortex spun.

Han Dong’s consciousness remained unstirred, always staying within his brain.

Sitting deep within the cell, Han Dong said in a low tone, "If you have something to say, just say it. There’s no need for an internal examination, is there?"

The woman outside the cell didn’t respond.

She shifted from a standing to a squatting position, aligning her head with Han Dong’s at the same level within the cell, with a vague depiction of a silver dragon pattern also appearing on her clothes.

A gentle and soft voice came through, "Just arrived?"

"Been here for about two months..."

"I mean no harm, it’s not convenient to talk here with outsiders around... I’ll come find you after you get out."

"No need to go to the ’Heavenly Prison’?"

"It’s necessary, but not now. We’ll talk in detail after you get out."

After expressing her stance, the woman swiftly left.

Just as Han Dong was pondering whether the woman’s identity really had something to do with the Black Tower, and whether she belonged to those deemed ’deceased employees’ by the Black Tower, an exclamation came from the cell next door.

"Mr. Han, you know the Dragon View Taoist Master? Indeed, are you purposely hiding your identity and descending to the common folk to remove evil?"

"Dragon View Taoist Master... Are there ranks among Taoist Masters?"

This question somewhat perplexed Zhang Xiliang, but since it was from Mr. Han, he answered honestly.

"Yes, while Taoist Masters belong to a special group within the Corpse Country, there is still a hierarchy among them.

The Silver Dragon Badge on that woman’s clothes just now is the identity symbol of a Dragon View Taoist Master, whose status and power are equivalent to the highest martial power—the Brocade Robe Guards... You could say they are another batch of guards directly under the emperor."

"Guard? Well, since she’s coming back for me, let’s talk then... Rest for now."

"Okay."

Zhang Xiliang sat obediently in the cell, making sure not to make any noise that would disturb Han Dong.

Han Dong immediately put the matter of the woman behind him, focusing entirely on his own affairs.

After the incident with Xu Zhengyang, Han Dong experienced first-hand the power of the [Floating Corpse Internal Classic]... Just by reaching the Green Zombie Rank, he seemed to have no trouble when facing the Black Zombie Wang Tiezhu.

Combined with the bodily purity brought by the [Fight Club], he could achieve a very natural force dissipation process.

During the fight, Han Dong was repeatedly struck and sent flying toward the window.

In reality, it was Han Dong manipulating the force of ’being hit.’

He made the opponent’s force turn into a fluid, sending his body toward the window... Of course, excessively powerful forces were like torrents, difficult to fully dissipate, necessitating further cultivation.

Once reaching the Black Zombie level, he would achieve a genuine qualitative change.

Unconsciously, Han Dong floated up again in the cell.

This scene was also observed by the prison guard on duty, who discreetly reported Han Dong’s situation to his superior.

...

On the third day.

Han Dong and Zhang Xiliang were declared innocent.

However, a series of procedures still needed to be processed before they could officially leave.

Just as Han Dong was about to sign the paperwork, the one in charge of the procedures turned out to be the division chief.

Clad in pitch-black mourning attire and emitting an evil Qi from between the fibers, this person gave off a vibe that they could finish a beheading instantly, and as a Black Zombie, they were considerably stronger than Wang Tiezhu.

"I heard you’ve been practicing a type of levitation technique in the dungeon these past few days, is it the [Floating Corpse Internal Classic] created by Bachelor Du Zhijing?"

"Yes."

At this revelation, the chief’s eyes widened:

"Why didn’t you provide this information earlier? If you were practicing the [Floating Corpse Internal Classic], it’s only natural you survived in the mansion.

Now that it has come to this, no need to say more.

Considering your special physiques, I just happen to be short-staffed here. Would you like to join me as catchpoles?

You could participate in the upcoming Ministry of Punishment’s grand examination in the central region soon, and with your abilities, you should be able to attain the identity of Green Cloth Guards."

"Thanks for your kindness, chief. We don’t quite like feeling constrained."

The chief didn’t like to force others into doing anything, so since they were unwilling, he let it be.

"Being constrained... Born between heaven and earth, naturally restrained by everything. And the true situation in Corpse Country is far worse than most people imagine. I hope you can condense the ’Black Elixir’ soon.

I’d also like to see how strong a Black Zombie cultivated from the [Floating Corpse Internal Classic] can be, to see if it can ultimately survive."

The chief’s attitude was very positive, even waving goodbye when Han Dong and his friend left, and to those unaware, it might seem like he had received a bribe from them.

This was partly because Han Dong practiced the [Floating Corpse Internal Classic] and partly because someone had specifically requested the chief to ensure Han Dong’s safety.

"Mr. Han, where to now? Should we take a walk around the Talisman District... This is one of the ’top three districts’ after the Imperial City District, with much better economic conditions and living environments than the Oil Mill District.

With our Green Zombie identities, we might have a chance to get a set of rooms here."

"Let’s go back."

"Oh."

Han Dong had no interest and immediately headed toward the graveyard.

Taking the coffin subway back to the Oil Mill District, he returned to the initial rundown tile-roofed house.

The roof shattered by Wang Tiezhu remained as it was, and the corpses stored in the basement had all decayed, holding no value for extracting "corpse oil."

However, not long after Han Dong returned to the house,

A familiar blaze floated out from a corner, correlating with a woman clad in a white Taoist robe, the ’Silver Dragon Badge’ at her collar shining brightly in the firelight.

Zhang Xiliang was taken aback, and just as his knees began to bend to kneel, he was abruptly stopped by Han Dong:

"Go fix the roof, this has nothing to do with you... Better not eavesdrop on our conversation, care for your ears."

"Yes!"

Zhang Xiliang immediately used the demon power within him to create two blue plugs for his ears... This skilled application of his abilities showed that his strength and control over demon power had greatly improved during his time at Xu Zhengyang’s mansion.

"Demon Zombie? Quite good... with proper training, he could become a decent assistant," the woman softly remarked.

Han Dong on the other hand didn’t entertain small talk or pleasantries, and immediately got to the point: "Are you a staff member of the Black Tower?"

"To be exact, I’m an intern," the woman answered nonchalantly.

"Are there other staff members here?"

"I don’t know... At least, all the staff I knew are dead.

To meet you, a new employee brought in to die, I don’t know whether to feel happy or helpless.

Moreover, you don’t have much time left."