Just as Qing Yan was wondering who the person was and why he was acting so sneakily, that person walked near the prison cart.
Qing Yan was shocked when he saw the other party's face.
Ah Dou?! Didn't this guy fall off the cliff? He-he didn't die from the fall?
Ah Dou's swollen face had already mostly disappeared. It only looked like a slight bruise. Qing Yan simply stared at him as if he had seen a ghost.
Not only Qing Yan, but even the old man, Yue Gou, and Ah Wei were stunned. The guard looked up and saw the figure on the ground. He turned around, but before he could even see Ah Dou's shadow, he was knocked unconscious by Ah Dou's hand.
Ah Dou caught him and silently placed him on the ground. He came to the prison cart and tore the cage apart with his bare hands.
Qing Yan said, "It's useless. This is ten-thousand-year-old black iron. You can only open it with a key."
