119: I'm not a good person, but I'm not an animal.

But these good days came to an abrupt end tonight.

Because Qian Zhizhong and Qian Zhicheng were about to begin their lives as slaves in the Black Prison.

At the entrance of the Black Prison, the gang members on guard carefully invited Chen Heng inside.

"Master Chen, do you have any important instructions for coming to the Black Prison so late?"

The gang member chuckled as he walked beside Chen Heng, trying to get close to him.

"I do have some private matters," Chen Heng nodded, not concealing his intentions.

The gang member's eyes lit up, thinking his opportunity had come.

"Whatever Master Chen commands, I'll surely handle it for you," he thumped his chest loudly.

"Where are the brothers Qian Zhicheng and Qian Zhizhong now?"

Chen Heng ignored him; no one could help with this matter.

"Oh, you mean those two fellows? They're in Cell Xuan-7. They've been especially well-behaved these days, answering whatever they're asked."

The gang member explained the brothers' current situation to Chen Heng.

Chen Heng was a bit surprised. To be able to live comfortably in such a wretched place, these brothers were truly capable individuals.

"Are you going to see them now?"

"I'll take you there."

This gang member was very sensible and led Chen Heng deeper into the Black Prison.

The cells in the Black Prison were divided into four tiers: Heaven, Earth, Xuan, and Yellow.

Prisoners in Yellow-tier cells usually committed minor offenses, like murder or arson.

These were trivial matters for the Five Spirits Gang.

Xuan-tier and the higher Heaven and Earth-tier cells were different; they held several extremely dangerous individuals.

Of course, those individuals were dangerous to the Five Spirits Gang, but not a big deal to Chen Heng.

"Give me the key. I'll go in by myself."

Chen Heng didn't plan to bring anyone else; he was enough for this matter.

The gang member didn't say another word, directly pulling out the key to Cell Xuan-7 and handing it to Chen Heng.

"Master Chen, just give me a command if you need anything. I'll be outside."

After speaking, he quickly walked away from Chen Heng.

Chen Heng chuckled. This kid had much better judgment than the others.

In front of Cell Xuan-7, Chen Heng saw the two brothers he had forgotten for a while.

These two fellows looked... a bit fatter?

Chen Heng was certain his five senses were not mistaken; these two guys had indeed gained weight.

"They can even get fat in the Black Prison..."

Chen Heng didn't know what to say about these two, only three words came to mind.

They had truly big hearts.

Clang!

The heavy lock on the cell door was opened by Chen Heng, and the two brothers jolted awake from their straw mats.

"Ma-Master Chen..." Qian Zhizhong's face instantly turned pale, and he knelt tremblingly before Chen Heng.

Chen Heng had left an indelible psychological shadow on them.

It was even greater than the psychological shadow the Fude Orthodox Sect had left on them during that time.

"You're living quite well, aren't you?"

Chen Heng looked at the two, teasing them.

"We're just being obedient, answering whatever we're asked."

Facing his psychological shadow, Qian Zhicheng forced a smile.

But the smile looked forced no matter how you looked at it.

"Being obedient is good. I have something to ask you two."

Chen Heng nodded and sat down in front of them.

"Please ask, I'll answer whatever you ask."

Qian Zhicheng shivered and straightened his kneeling posture, afraid of displeasing Chen Heng.

Others might not know, but he did. The man in front of him was not as peaceful as he appeared.

If he were provoked, he might just tear you apart and eat you.

"That white statue of the Fude Orthodox Sect, can you two make a few more for me?"

Chen Heng got straight to the point, without any probing.

"Can't do it, we don't know how," Qian Zhicheng was quite direct, shaking his head immediately.

"..." Chen Heng.

"Alright then, you two prepare. Beheading tomorrow."

Chen Heng waved his hand, intending to leave.

The two brothers' faces turned green with fright upon hearing this, and they lunged forward, hugging Chen Heng's thigh.

"No, Master Chen!"

"Although we don't know how, we know that the Great Chief Priest has hidden several Earth Gods in a few places in the city!"

"If you, if you want them, I'll take you there!"

"Moreover, raising a god requires a large number of living souls, I'm afraid..."

Chen Heng paused. It seemed the path of self-production and self-sale was not feasible.

The need for living souls meant killing people.

Although Chen Heng considered himself not a good person, he wouldn't harm innocent people for such a matter.

That wouldn't be human, but an animal.

"Very good, take me there."

Chen Heng nodded. No matter how many Optimization attempts, he'd take whatever he could get.

Other things could wait, but at least he had to verify that nesting doll theory first.

"Oh, and Master Chen, if you're interested in the secret arts of the Fude Orthodox Sect, I have those too..."

Qian Zhicheng's face was full of flattery, afraid that Chen Heng would slap him to death.

After all, the scene when he was captured before was too terrifying; his legs still trembled when he saw Chen Heng now.

"Not interested." Chen Heng had no interest in understanding such harmful evil arts.

If he wanted to become stronger through evil arts, the blood-sucking ability of his Zombie Body alone would be enough.

With Qiyang City's hundreds of thousands of people and thousands of martial artists, if he drained them all, where in the world couldn't he go?

Why bother accumulating Optimization attempts little by little to get stronger?

Chen Heng's aspirations were not many: to make himself stronger, to protect himself and those he cared about in this chaotic world, that was enough.

But if he had to use such evil methods to become stronger, Chen Heng would rather... well, if pushed to the brink, it wasn't impossible to use, he just might self-reproach for a while.

"Master Chen truly lives up to his reputation as an upright person!" Qian Zhicheng gave a thumbs-up, trying his best to flatter, attempting to win Chen Heng's favor.

"Less nonsense, lead the way quickly." This flattery completely missed the mark; Chen Heng wasn't buying it at all.

"Alright, what about my brother?" Qian Zhicheng bowed and ran out of the cell, turning to look at Qian Zhizhong.

"Stay here. After all those statues are destroyed, I will naturally spare your lives."

What Chen Heng said was not wrong. Being half-crippled and thrown into a mine to work was living, and joining the White Tiger Hall to work was also living.

It all depended on how Qian Zhicheng performed.

Chen Heng simply walked out of the Black Prison with Qian Zhicheng, without even a greeting.

All the gang members in the Black Prison pretended not to see them, wishing they could close their eyes.

Who was this master in front of them?

He was a ruthless individual who became a vice gang leader shortly after joining the gang.

He had torn apart the Wutong Sect and the Fude Orthodox Sect, and even the imperial inspector sent by the court was rumored to have died by his hand.

Who would dare provoke such a ruthless person?

In the carriage, Chen Heng took out the map of Qiyang City.

"Mark the locations where the statues are hidden, Old Liu will take us there."

"You should know the consequences of lying to me."

Chen Heng narrowed his eyes, looking at Qian Zhicheng, his threat palpable.