Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 500: Broken Scales

Chapter 500: Broken Scales
It turned out to be a space made entirely of iron. No wonder such a secret compartment would not affect the posture of the ship even if it was empty.

The iron brought all the chill of the winter lake into this space. Pei Ye looked ahead and saw the heavy and strange iron vats that Zhang Ercai had described.

It was indeed made of solid iron, with a metal grid sealing the mouth of the tank, and the fences were as thick as human fingers. The base was firmly fixed, arranged in a square array in this space, just as neatly as the goods in the three warehouses above. There were about a hundred of them, extending to the depths of this cabin, submerged in the white mist.

A strange silence permeated the space. Pei Ye slowly walked to the side of the vat and lowered his head.

This is a tool that makes people's spine shudder. The cold iron bars are not cylindrical. The downward side is sharpened. The coldness can easily cut a piece of meat with skin into squares. Now it is a solid locked state.

Looking inside, there were three heavy dark red shackles cast integrally with the wall of the jar. Two were smaller, just right for the boy's wrists; one was larger, about the size of the dancer's slender waist.

It should be made to restrain some living creature with limbs. Behind the shackles is a noose that can be tightened. Pei Ye's eyes suddenly condensed, and he reached into the sword and gently picked up an iron ring. There were two thin and sharp needles sticking out from it.

I don't know if this is some kind of cruel punishment, or if the thing that will be put in really needs to be restrained in this way. Pei Ye looked at them one by one, his footsteps echoing in the space. Each one was empty, but he could recognize the dark blood deposited on the metal, which was difficult to erase even after washing with water many times.

What is even more shocking is the hideous and deep claw marks left on the iron wall of the tank.

Just at this moment, Zhang Piaoxu next to him screamed and stared at the side wall with wide eyes.

Pei Ye turned his head and squinted his eyes. The iron bulkhead was dented, twisted, and cracked. It was an old mark left by a violent force.

The shape is like being hit by a round iron hammer.

It was from here that Pei Ye noticed all kinds of marks and deformations. The neatly arranged iron cylinders did not look undisturbed, but were rearranged after some kind of riot. Despite the best efforts to clean and repair, this space still had various deformations and marks, and this terrifying cage now gave people a sense of fragility.

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Pei Ye took another slow step, and the further he went, the more obvious the feeling of reluctance of repairing a broken mirror became. There were dents, tears, claw marks, and traces of collision on the outer walls of many jars. One could imagine how violent the objects imprisoned inside were at that time.

When he finally reached the last few rows and the mist in his vision dissipated, Pei Ye stopped and stared.

The source of all the riots now converges here.

If the hundreds of iron vats we just saw were wooden boxes, then the large vat in the middle was a square box cast in pure gold.

No matter from which angle you look at it, it is several times stronger than an ordinary iron cylinder, with a gold-plated cylinder body, four layers of steel bars, iron chains as thick as the wrists, and shackles that tightly clamp every joint. It is obvious how much effort the maker has put into locking the things inside.

But now, it is being destroyed from the inside.

The shackles were broken, the steel bars were twisted like noodles, a waist-sized gap appeared on the cylinder, and only the outer edge of the fine iron was left, turning outward weakly.

Zhang Piaoxu pursed her lips and stared at the horrific trace in a daze, while Pei Ye slowly raised his head and saw that an exit was torn from the inside out on the bulkhead in front of him.

Pei Ye lowered his head again, his gaze lingering on the jar for a moment, and slowly stretched out his sword to pick out a faintly fluorescent remnant from the inside of the shackles.

The damaged and irregular shape, the dark blood sinking into the texture, the toughness and sharpness of bone. It is half a scale. It is actually the size of a thumb.

The black cat stood up and looked at it, but Pei Ye had already withdrawn his gaze from the scales and looked at the broken hole again. He suddenly frowned and said, "This secret cabin doesn't seem to be cast together with the hull."

"Ok?"

He walked forward and stuck his head out of the hole, only to see that there was only a frame supporting the cast iron secret cabin and the solid wooden hull.

It was added on later rather than being designed into it from the beginning.

Zhang Piaoxu behind him was looking for something, carefully looking at the large vats one by one. Pei Ye tilted his head to look at the black cat: "If that's the case, they knew we were coming a few days ago. Why did they leave this cabin here?"

The black cat didn't look at him, but stared at the darkness outside the cabin: ".What are those tied to the brackets?"

"According to the records of Chang'an Caosi, the ship arrived in Beijing on October 6th; according to the account books of Taiping Caobang, the cargo was loaded and unloaded on October 10th. The message you gave to the boatman was to board the ship on October 18th." Xie Chuantang looked at him seriously, "However, this deadline was not met as scheduled."

"You did nothing but stayed at the port for eight days with a full ship of cargo. It was not until October 26 that you set out to leave Beijing." Xie Chuantang looked at him. "Did anything unexpected happen?"

"." Chen Renzhong was silent for a rare moment, and withdrew his gaze from the window to the woman, "Officer Xie is young and promising. I think he has never messed up his job."

Xie Chuantang frowned.

Chen Renzhong smiled slightly. The great man on the water lowered his eyes and sighed softly: "Lying down and setting sail, there is no sight of the rocky beach; relying on the heavens is a blessing. I have talked with the owner of the dock many times about entering the trap in broad daylight. We who make a living on the water can only see clearly what is happening on the water."

Xie Chuantang narrowed his eyes and asked, "What errand did the Fengshui Dock Master assign you?"

Chen Renzhong smiled and shook his head. "The first time I went out on a ship with the owner was on the 'Nanjinfeng'. At that time, we used up all our money to save up for a large ship that could travel north and south. Everyone had nothing in their pockets, but we were very famous on the entire Fengshui River."

Then he sighed softly and long, and put his hand on the hilt of the knife beside him.

It was at this moment that Xie Chuantang clearly realized his determination to die. She suddenly grasped the hilt of the knife, but the man's face had regained its coldness. He held his heavy knife and uttered his last sigh: "This ship has been with me for sixteen years."

Xie Chuantang jumped up, but the man stomped his leg and the entire board broke open, and he fell straight down.

Pei Ye was slightly stunned. At this moment, he also saw that on the solid bracket connecting the cabin and the hull, there were bulging cloth bags tied to them. Looking deeper, he could see four or five of them.

He wanted to raise his finger to release a wisp of true energy, but at that moment the smell had penetrated the fishy smell of water and blood and drifted into his nostrils.

He recognized it at the first sight. His pupils suddenly shrank and he raised his hand to Zhang Piaoxu behind him. The next moment, the ear-shattering roar and the crowded and exploding flames merged into a hell, drowning out his roar.

".Nitrogen!!"

(End of this chapter)

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