Legend of Dragon Son-in-law - Chapter 2728

Chapter 2728: Chapter 2728: Jailor

The black-clad man’s cloak began to billow, a chilling aura of slaughter spreading around him!

The people in those cells looked utterly terrified, dropping to their knees and kowtowing non-stop.

Some even curled up in the corners!

As the wind grew stronger and stronger, the ones closest to them had already vanished.

They’d been forcibly blown apart by this sinister wind!

You could tell just how strong this wind really was!

No wonder those with Telekinesis were so afraid.

They were truly facing a lethal threat!

“Wait!” Julius Reed stretched out his hand.

The wind stopped.

“What’s wrong? Scared now? Julius Reed, want me to repeat your grand declarations for you? Those vicious words you just said, want me to remind you?”

Seeing Julius Reed’s move, Pranay Martinez’s tone was dripping with mockery!

He could finally laugh at this man!

This arrogant bastard!

“I just want to ask something.” Julius Reed pointed at Pranay Martinez. “Why is he allowed to move around freely out here, while everyone else has to stay locked up? These are my friends, my kin, my closest companions!”

“Because he contributed tens of thousands of souls to help us with our work.” The black-clad man didn’t bother to hide anything and said directly, “If you can hand over tens of thousands, we’ll give you a job all the same.”

“Ha!” Julius Reed laughed wildly. “And here I thought you were some mighty expert. Turns out you just sold out your own brothers in exchange for a bit of your own pathetic existence. Pranay Martinez, you really do use your brothers’ lives as your stepping stones, huh!”

“You!” If Pranay Martinez still had anything besides Telekinesis, he probably would’ve been driven mad with rage on the spot.

But even so, his Telekinesis, warped by his sheer terror, began to distort.

It altered his very shape.

“If you can’t produce them, then you can only go back into that cell.”

The black-clad man paid no attention to Pranay Martinez’s emotional outburst.

“But what if I’m a real expert?” Julius Reed shot back.

“An expert? The one thing we’re least short of here is experts.” The black-clad man struck again.

The wind rose!

Stronger and stronger!

“I’m very much a real expert.”

Julius Reed scanned his surroundings.

It seemed this black-clad man’s power all came from within this prison.

He suddenly darted forward!

Against the wind, his Telekinesis was greatly slowed.

But even with the resistance, Julius Reed still flew forward at great speed.

He faced the black-clad man head-on!

Their two streams of Telekinesis met directly, face to face!

“You do have some tricks, but there are thousands like you locked up in here!”

Once the black-clad man finished speaking, he pointed forward with both hands!

Julius Reed’s figure began to fade.

He used his own Telekinesis to form a barrier around them!

He swiftly wrapped the two of them within it.

The moment the Telekinesis enclosure was completed, the wind stopped.

“You don’t need hundreds or thousands. As long as there’s one like me, all of you are dead.”

Before Julius Reed finished speaking, he suddenly clamped both hands down on the black-clad man’s crown!

In an instant, his memories and Spiritual Power were all sucked dry by Julius Reed!

“Save him!”

Outside, Pranay Martinez felt a stab of fear.

Even though this was their turf, even though the man in front of them was one of the jailers.

Pranay Martinez still couldn’t help feeling afraid.

Those black-clad men raised their weapons and struck at the shield!

Boom!

Before they could even touch it, the shield exploded outward!

All of the black-clad men were blasted back.

Pranay Martinez hesitated for a moment, then quickly vanished into the darkness.

In front of Julius Reed, that black cloak quietly drifted down.

Falling to the ground.

This was a soul cloak.

Without a soul to sustain it, it simply dropped.

And a few seconds later, the remaining black-clad men all vanished as well.

Their cloaks all fell to the floor.

Julius Reed bent down, picked up the jailer’s clothes, and put them on.

In an instant!

A bone-piercing chill surged through him.

But it only lasted a moment before fading.

Julius Reed stood where he was, mulling over the memories he’d absorbed.

What was locked up here were indeed souls—Telekinesis itself.

The jailer’s memories were very limited.

They were only responsible for their own sector, plus that so-called “yard time” area.

He didn’t even know how many such zones there were or how many people were inside.

He only knew that his superior was the Warden.

All orders were delivered by people the Warden sent.

Back when he was alive, this jailer had led tens of thousands on a campaign, only to suffer a crushing defeat.

In front of a certain well, he swore an oath that if he could launch a counterattack from the brink and defeat his enemy, he was willing to offer up his own soul and those of tens of thousands of his subordinates.

Then a torrential rain fell from the sky!

The remaining broken troops drank that water and each became unbelievably fierce!

They actually fought one against a hundred and crushed their foes.

Just as the jailer was basking in his joy, he realized his body had begun to crack.

His men were the same.

Several days later.

They all died.

Their souls were channeled through that well and sent here.

After paying the price of tens of thousands of souls, he became a jailer.

He oversaw this particular prison where Julius Reed was held.

Although Pranay Martinez had also offered up his own brothers, he wasn’t so lucky.

Because his remnant soul was too weak, he ended up as just a lowly errand boy.

It just so happened that every time Julius Reed came in, he fell into this same sector.

People who survived twice were rare, but they did exist.

Those who survived four times were almost unheard of.

Yet Julius Reed had survived multiple times, practically rewriting the records here.

That was why Pranay Martinez remembered him so clearly.

When outsiders entered this place, the prison would sense their condition and give them what they most desired!

Avengers would be given manuals or secret techniques.

Lewd men could enjoy women they’d never even dared dream of.

The greedy would find money they could never spend in a lifetime.

If they wanted secret techniques, the yard-time runners would come teach them.

Those black areas Julius Reed had seen before were actually the yard-time zones.

If someone wanted women, female Martial Artists trapped here would be disguised and sent to accompany the newcomers in doing whatever they desired.

You could say that once you came here, you were no longer human at all.

There wasn’t a shred of dignity left.

If within half a year they could find a scapegoat to die in their place, they might win themselves some yard time.

If they met someone entering for the first time, they had to satisfy that person.

On the second visit, once they’d satisfied him, they could take his soul.

Once they obtained it, they could live in relative security for several years.

That was the rule.

The very rule Pranay Martinez had mentioned before.

Aside from the jailers, people like Pranay Martinez—ordinary errand boys—weren’t much better off than the prisoners in the cells.

They too had to search for someone to suffer in their stead.

Unfortunately for him, Pranay Martinez had run into Julius Reed every single time.

Logically, the more times someone came, the greater the chance of killing them.

Because the difficulty kept rising.

But after Pranay Martinez traded away his brothers’ souls for this chance, he actually failed over and over again.

He never imagined that man would turn out to be Julius Reed!

After Julius Reed finished combing through the memories, he kept walking forward.

At the same time!

In the distance!

A procession was heading flamboyantly in this direction.

Inside the eight-bearer palanquin, a plaque condensed from Spiritual Power suddenly vanished.

“Hold.” The person in the palanquin pondered for a moment, then spoke. “Head due east.”