Out of fear of death, Invest Everything into Health-Chapter 318 - 158: I Must Have This Man!

The group only needed to experience it briefly before turning pale and exclaiming, "Truly, the illness is severe!"

Zhao Qi’s eyes widened, desperate to cling to Fan Wubing, her face flushed crimson, tightly pressing her legs together and involuntarily twisting her body, her slender neck constantly swallowing. She thought, I must have this man!

Because Zhou Jiu and Zhou Shi are twins, their efficiency at work together far exceeds when they are apart, so Fan Wubing was assigned to the second level, the register raising him from Wu Shiyi to Wu Jiu. Zhou Jiu and Zhou Shi were then moved to Zhou Shi and Zhou Shiyi.

Abyssal Prison, Second Level.

The spatial structure of the second level is slightly more complex, with more staircases and greater twists, and a thicker gray fog permeates the air. Those staircases seem like gigantic vines, growing savagely from the void, entwined in the gray mist.

This eerie and oppressive place allowed Fan Wubing to deeply appreciate the diversity of the Cultivation World. As well as its biodiversity.

He asked Tian Ba, "What kind of work do we usually do?"

Speaking with Tian Ba is tiring. One has to look down at the head hanging near his buttocks.

Despite his bizarre appearance, Tian Ba has a surprisingly kind personality, "There are four tasks in the Abyssal Prison. The first is patrolling and inspecting the prison domains of criminals. If someone dies, we retrieve the body for burial. The second is cleaning the demonic qi in the Abyssal Prison, because some prison domains detain Demon Cultivators." At this point, a look of disdain appeared on his face.

Fan Wubing thought to himself, even these guys look down on Demon Cultivators? Just how low is the status of Demon Cultivators in the Cultivation Realm...

Tian Ba continued, "The third task is to serve the ’Boss’ his meals."

Fan Wubing was stunned, "Serve meals?"

Tian Ba chuckled, "The Boss is too big to feed himself, so he needs assistance."

Fan Wubing thought of Zhang Yi, who was as fat as a little mountain, and wondered, if rendered into oil, he’d be over ten thousand pounds. He asked, bewildered, "Logically speaking, the consumption of a Cultivator is high. How did he grow like that?"

"Because the Boss has no anus!" Thinking about the Boss having no anus, Tian Ba couldn’t help but tilt his chin proudly, "Everything goes in, nothing comes out, which is why he keeps growing bigger."

Fan Wubing: ...

In Abyssal Prison, his worldview had already shattered, and surprisingly, found this explanation entirely reasonable.

"What’s the fourth task?"

Tian Ba replied seriously, "The fourth task is the most important and also the most dangerous. It involves clearing the air ducts on the lowest level of Abyssal Prison."

"The lowest level... the fourth level?"

"No. It’s the fifth level, which is for ventilation in the Abyssal Prison. It’s dangerous due to the unstable structure and spatial defects." Tian Ba laughed, "Today, the one responsible for clearing the air ducts is Second Brother Luo."

Fan Wubing thought to himself, it seems that the fifth level is the destination for the third condition of the heart’s desire trial.

Next, Tian Ba explained various precautions and the characteristics of criminals housed on the second level to Fan Wubing. There aren’t many rules in the Abyssal Prison, mainly two: first, when the morning drum sounds, it signifies it’s time to return to the dormitory, not wander outside, and secondly, do not converse too much with the prisoners.

After that, Fan Wubing learned how to use Soul-Guiding Incense.

Once mastered, he was officially employed.

By the accounting of time, it was 5:30 AM. Just at the stroke, a deep drumbeat echoed from the void, softly reminding everyone to return to their quarters.

Fan Wubing obediently returned to his room and began to meditate and breathe. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

[+100,000]

Huh?

Add a hundred thousand? That much?

In a place as dense with immortal qi as Celestial Balance Upper City, one session of breathing would at most yield thirty thousand. To be able to gain a hundred thousand points of vitality with each breath here in Abyssal Prison?

At this rate, if he did nothing but meditate all day, he could gain five or six billion in vitality.

But he looked at the whirlpool-like scene of his breathing, as if there was a huge vortex around him.

"Fine, fine, let’s not get greedy for a little more; better control it a little. The situation in Abyssal Prison isn’t entirely clear, better be cautious."

Steadily gaining a hundred thousand at a time.

About a quarter-hour later, sounds of moaning suddenly came from the room next door.

It’s... Zhao Qi.

She was moaning, softly calling, "Little Brother Jiu... Little Brother Jiu..."

The voice was delicate, tantalizing.

Is she...?

Alright, just like that, Fan Wubing already knew what she was doing.

Fan Wubing closed his eyes and continued his breathing.

Before long, Zhao Qi stopped, and then he heard her footsteps. The door opened, closed, and she walked to the room next door, then knocked on the door.

Fan Wubing opened his eyes. He really didn’t want to respond, but reluctantly said, "Please come in."

Zhao Qi entered wearing only undergarments.

Her figure seemed tailor-made for a man, with every bit of flesh on her body in just the right place — neither excessive nor stingy. Perfect proportions, perfect curves; even the glow of her skin was at the most comfortable level for the eyes. The jade and silver anklets on her feet clattered, and the bell on her navel jingled.

"Seventh Sister, is there something you need?" Fan Wubing asked, saint-like.

It’s not that he didn’t love women, but this particular woman was truly unlovable.

Zhao Qi swayed her rounded, curled-up hips as she entered, smiling sweetly, "Little Brother Jiu, do you know the rules of Abyssal Prison? If not, let sister tell you."

"There’s no need to trouble Seventh Sister, Master Ba has already told me."

"That old man may not have explained thoroughly~" Zhao Qi’s voice shifted three tones on the word "thoroughly," turning soft and lingering, seeping into the bones.