Chapter 237
Cheng Dalei saw the prisoners in other cells being taken out; they were going to be relocated elsewhere. Someone came into his cell, pointed a crossbow at him, shackled his hands, feet, and neck with a wooden yoke. Cheng Dalei estimated the weight to be at least hundreds of pounds. He was fine sitting down, but once he stood up, he had to bear the weight of hundreds of pounds.
After a while, a monk in white robe came to the front of the cell, lit an oil lamp and placed it in front, smiled at Cheng Dalei, and sat down cross-legged with hands in prayer.
Cheng Dalei was speechless, staring blankly for quite a while, before finally asking: "Is all this really necessary?"
The entire cell was emptied, with over five hundred pounds of shackles on his body, along with the old monk who knocked him down in one move.
This damn Flying Toad wants to save me? Only if he knows the earth escape technique.
