Chapter 605 - 392: Ingenious Scheme (Part 2)

Duan Rong stood in the shadows outside Tang Wanhong’s cell, coldly watching the headless bloody corpse lying on the long wooden bench not far away.

A blood-soaked, tattered felt hat unexpectedly lay nearby, near his feet.

Duan Rong merely glanced at that tattered felt hat before swiftly turning and standing at the doorway of Tang Wanhong’s cell, holding a piece of wire and a long needle, which he inserted into the keyhole of the copper lock.

Under Divine Sense Penetration investigation, he "saw" the latch spring mechanism inside the copper lock clearly.

About a breath later, the copper lock was picked open.

The technique was still somewhat unpolished.

Duan Rong removed the chain wrapped around the cell door, carefully placing it at his feet, and then suddenly moved, leaping like a wildcat and landing soundlessly outside Shen Yanliu’s cell door.

The prisoners in nearby cells, fallen into unconsciousness due to the potent drug he had disseminated into the air with True Qi, were all now asleep, and Shen Yanliu was no exception, slumped dead in a corner of the cell on a pile of hay.

Duan Rong repeated his method, unlocking the lock on this cell door as well.

Leaving aside the door lock and chain, as he pushed the cell door open, his figure flickered and vanished from the spot.

He once again flickered back to Tang Wanhong’s cell, tucked Tang Wanhong under his arm, flashed in movement, and darted into Shen Yanliu’s cell.

Outside Shen Yanliu’s cell hung a dim lantern, its dull light slanting into the cell.

Beside the shadow cast by the light, Duan Rong placed Shen Yanliu and Tang Wanhong side by side; both were drugged.

At this moment, both lay there, covered in blood, appearing like two corpses dead horribly.

More eerily, their faces were almost identical.

Duan Rong’s eyes narrowed, his Divine Sense instantly focusing on Shen Yanliu’s face, spotting a pea-sized mole on Shen Yanliu’s right cheek.

Suddenly, Duan Rong drew his saber, the Minghong Saber flickered past, slicing off the mole from Shen Yanliu’s face.

Carefully, Duan Rong removed the sliced-off mole from the edge of the blade, wiped off the bloodstains, then holding the mole, squatted next to Tang Wanhong.

When Duan Rong crafted that face skin, he left a small hole on the right cheek precisely for this mole.

He applied transparent peach resin to the base of the mole, carefully pressed it into the small hole on the face skin, then used a scraper to refine the area around the mole.

Under Divine Sense investigation, he saw the skin around the mole smooth and even; Duan Rong finally let out a slow exhale of turbid air.

He examined the already completed "work" and nodded slightly in satisfaction. He was quite pleased.

Since devouring the Artifact Spirit of the Autumn Clearing, he gained a deeper understanding of visual presentation effects in his work, which was reflected in the subtleties on "that face."

Just then, Duan Rong’s brow suddenly furrowed, under Divine Sense investigation, he "saw" a patrol team of prison guards yawning, walking out of a distant bunker toward him.

Having spent seven or eight days digging a tunnel under the dungeon, Duan Rong frequently used Divine Sense Investigation to become very familiar with the patrolling methods of the dungeon above.

Heavy Armored Soldiers and prison guards inside the bunker would take turns patrolling.

The patrols of the Heavy Armored Soldiers were scheduled, four times every hour, routinely.

Whereas the patrols of those prison guards were much more casual; between the patrols of two teams of Heavy Armored Soldiers, a team of prison guards would emerge to patrol, albeit without a fixed schedule.

Sometimes, a team of Heavy Armored Soldiers had just patrolled, and the team of prison guards would start coming out of the bunker.

Other times, when another team of Heavy Armored Soldiers was about to start, those prison guards would hurriedly come out of the bunker to supplement a patrol.

These prison guards, coming out to patrol, were evidently a bit early this time.

The leader of this team of prison guards, carrying a saber and a lantern, the others wielding red tassel long spears, the spear tips gleaming metallic under the dim light with a chilling glow.

They walked with half-closed eyes, swaying slightly.

Duan Rong stood inside Shen Yanliu’s cell, glancing at the headless bloody corpse of Xiong Yi on the bench outside.

He suddenly darted out, slipping back into Tang Wanhong’s cell before the team of prison guards turned the corner.

Standing in a corner of the wooden bars, Duan Rong flipped his hand, and with his palm True Qi vibrated, propelled a batch of potent drugs toward the entrance of the alley, unleashing one palm after another until he stopped after five palm strikes, as his Divine Sense Investigation revealed that the patrolling team of prison guards had already turned into the alley.

Already half-closing their eyes, muddled and dim, after walking a few steps they felt even dizzier, soon their eyes blackened, collapsing in a faint.

As they fell, Duan Rong’s figure darted like a specter, directly hugging those six long spears in his arms.

Avoiding the sound of falling spears triggering a crisp noise; here it was so peaceful, and sudden crisp sounds would alert the True Qi Realm master playing mahjong at the bunker doorway.

Of course, killing him would take but a moment. However, once Duan Rong made a move, his plan would be ruined.

Duan Rong placed the six long spears beside each person, then quietly retreated.

He returned to Shen Yanliu’s cell, observing two bizarre "Shen Yanliu" lying on the ground, aside from the mole on the right cheek, hardly discernible differences.