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When County Magistrate Zhou smiled shamelessly, he even thought of the future when, not long in the future, Ink Yan gave him a coquettish look and touched the back of his hand with her delicate little hand.

However, this group of people would be disappointed.

Ink Yan didn't even ask anyone and instinctively found the entrance to the dungeon with the Bi'an Head engraved on it. Pushing open the mottled wooden door, he walked down one step at a time, following the stone-paved main road into the gloomy and damp county magistrate's prison.

The first thing he saw was the two rows of wooden cells. The unwilling prisoner continuously stretched out his hand, waving it about like a tentacle. The stinky stench and urine were all sent out by the chilly wind. The sounds in his ears were all multilayered, and he seemed to be murmuring to himself.

"Damn it, damn it ~"

Grass Dance!

Although she had thought that the sanitary conditions of the ancient prison were not satisfactory and the prisoners' appearances were not proper, she had never thought that the reality would be so terrible that they could actually cross over!

Prisoners in prison were more than disheveled, their faces smeared with black mud. Many of them had apparently been tortured, their fingers badly dislocated, their skin blue and purple like makeup. However, Ink Yan could clearly see that the fingertips of these people were all bloody and the part that was previously covered by the fingernails had swelled up.

Is this the legendary fingernail pulling?

Ink Yan felt a chill in her heart. Angele shifted his vision and found a thin woman's body behind the woman. She was wearing a fairly thin prison uniform, and her arms were crossed over the straw. It was late autumn now, and the temperature was dropping day by day. Even if the prison was not scorched by the wind, staying in a small pigeon cage that had nothing else to it but straw could drive people insane!

Out of pity for another woman, Ink Yan wanted to do something for her, so she knocked on the door to ask the woman.

"Miss, do you have any other family members?"

"It's cold. I can help you notify your family to bring you some bedding to protect you from the cold."

However, the woman just continued hugging her and turned a deaf ear to her.

It seems that there are still people in this world who do not appreciate it.

Seeing this, Ink Yan shook her head and could only walk forward, searching for the prisoner with skin color and eyes different from those of other people.

Her task today was to find the Māori prisoners as soon as possible and then make a deal with them. A deal that would give them their freedom and at the same time make her profit.

It was as if the heavens approved. Soon, Ink Yan heard the sound of a baby crying at the end of the prison cell. At the same time, there was a woman speaking in a foreign language, singing in a hoarse voice, as if she was coaxing a child.

She followed the sound and finally found two women from another race in the last cell. The skin is slightly black, the hair is brown, and the overall facial features are similar to Uighurs. One of them was older, plump, and the other seemed to have just been born, still open, toying with the baby with a shriveled head.

But at this time, the baby should not be full.

Ink Yan's sharp eyes stared at the woman and found her in a very bad mental state. Her face looked like it had been drained of water, and her lips even had a white film on them. His body's water supply had already become a problem, how could he still care about his children?

Sure enough, as soon as the head was back in the boy's mouth, he vomited again and coughed with difficulty. He directly tormented the girl who raised him until despair appeared in her eyes. No food, no water. What could she give to a child?

At this moment, the mother of the child discovered Ink Yan standing in the doorway of the cell. As if she had seen the light in the abyss, she scrambled to the door and held onto the pillar, begging for Ink Mist.

"..." "% $~"

Even if it didn't make sense. Ink Yan also knew that she was asking for food or water.

But when she came out in a hurry, she didn't bring anything with her!

Ink Yan waved her hand at the woman, indicating that she had no food or water.

The woman didn't give up and shook her head again. She carefully walked around Ink Yan, and secretly pointed at the patrolling yamen runners. The bailiff was actually wearing a cowhide kettle on his body. At the bottom, there was quite a lot of liquid inside!

She looked at Ink Yan with eyes that were full of desire, and even carefully made a gesture of kneeling, all for the sake of the bottle of cowhide that was swaying in front of her.

But Ink Yan felt even more sorry for Maori's mother. This was because normal patrolling constables would not casually bring in fresh water. Most of the stuff in that cow-skin jug was alcohol. Just how desperate was this mother that she could shamelessly beg a stranger to give her a mouthful of milk and wine as a child?