Eternal Life: I Rely on Fortune Points for Improvement-Chapter 91: Theft

"He moved out?"

Chu Yuyan was caught off guard.

"Miss, could it be that he moved out because of you?"

Ah Bi said.

But as soon as she finished, she regretted it and hurriedly covered her mouth.

Chu Yuyan’s expression stiffened.

The last time, Jiang Feng turned her away at his door.

This time she came again, and suddenly he moved away.

Thinking about it, it really did seem like there was something going on.

As the famed courtesan of the Sun and Moon Building, admired by all, who would’ve thought that in the eyes of a Little Prison Chief, she was someone to avoid at all costs.

"Miss, I misspoke, don’t get upset. There’s no way Jiang Feng moved out because of you."

Ah Bi explained.

But her explanation only made it worse.

The more she explained, the more Chu Yuyan felt it was true.

She turned and left, silent along the way.

"Miss, I’ll have someone investigate right away and find out where he moved."

Ah Bi hurried to catch up.

Chu Yuyan stopped in her tracks, unable to hide her irritation: "Where he moves to is none of my business! If you want to investigate, go ahead. Don’t bring up affairs of that Little Prison Chief to me anymore."

"Uh...yes."

Ah Bi nodded aggrievedly.

The next day.

Jiang Feng went to work at Zhenbei Prison again.

Today on the third floor, a newly arrived prisoner was assigned to the cell under Jiang Feng’s supervision—a skinny old man.

Jiang Feng did his job as usual, keeping an eye on his subordinates to keep them out of trouble.

During his afternoon rounds, Jiang Feng saw the scrawny old man meditating. As he looked inside, the old man seemed to sense him, opened his eyes, grinned at him, revealing only two big yellow teeth left in his mouth.

There were all kinds of people in the cells; Jiang Feng didn’t pay this old man’s behavior any mind.

But he did take notice.

Because he sensed that the scrawny old man was also a Grade-Entering Martial Artist—there were faint fluctuations of Qi Blood on him. Though barely noticeable, Jiang Feng, relying on his Tai Chi Longevity Skill, could still detect it.

"Broke into the palace to steal, caught by the guards, about to be executed, and he can still laugh."

Just as he was about to leave, Jiang Feng heard the little prison guards whispering.

They were subordinates of a different Prison Chief.

Jiang Feng glanced at him; the man immediately shut up and hurried back to his post.

Jiang Feng was even more surprised inside.

The scrawny old man actually had what it took to break into the Imperial Palace to steal.

Seemed like a formidable character.

He decided to keep an especially close watch.

The next day.

Jiang Feng got up early.

Before heading to Zhenbei Prison, he first checked his Fortune Point changes.

Fortune: 13455

Last time, after he turned Chu Yuyan away and avoided a mob of simps, Jiang Feng’s Fortune Points rose by a wave.

This time, after moving from Chaoyang Alley to Willow Alley, Chu Yuyan came by again, but Jiang Feng dodged her once more, and his Fortune Points went up again—now they had accumulated to over thirteen thousand.

He had witnessed the power of simps firsthand.

After breakfast, Jiang Feng met Uncle Huo at the alley entrance and went together to Zhenbei Prison.

"Strange, where did my stuff go?"

Inside the cellblock.

Chief Feng of the third floor was searching for something.

"Old Feng, what did you lose?"

Jiang Feng asked, puzzled.

"A Bone-Carving Saber."

Chief Feng hesitated before speaking.

Jiang Feng’s expression froze.

If a weapon like a blade fell into the hands of a prisoner, that would be a disaster.

"Let me think, I must be able to find it. I remember putting it in the corner of the workroom last night."

Chief Feng knew the severity of the matter too.

He began searching every corner of the workroom carefully.

Jiang Feng let out a small sigh of relief. If the item went missing inside the workroom, then it couldn’t have fallen into a prisoner’s hands—at worst, a Little Prison Guard took it.

"Keep looking, we have to find it. I’ll go do my rounds."

Jiang Feng left the workroom.

He took two Little Prison Guards to patrol his assigned area.

The third floor mostly held prisoners with connections or involved in serious crimes. Usually, there were few people per cell; many cells just had one person.

Every day Jiang Feng would check who’s been locked up and who’s released.

He read all the files available in the documents.

According to the documents, the scrawny old man locked up last night had indeed broken into the Imperial Palace for theft, frightened the Imperial Consort, been seized by the Imperial Palace Guards, and delivered to Zhenbei Prison.

Set to be executed in a month’s time.

At this moment, as Jiang Feng passed by the scrawny old man’s cell again, he paid special attention to such a bold character who dared to rob the palace and disturb the Imperial Consort.

He studied the scrawny old man carefully.

He had to make sure the old man wouldn’t cause any trouble in the cell during his confinement.

"Heh heh heh!"

The scrawny old man saw Jiang Feng and two Little Prison Guards patrol past his cell door and grinned at Jiang Feng again.

Jiang Feng ignored him.

The old man would be executed soon anyway—maybe he was just putting on a brave face.

But after a few more steps,

Jiang Feng found something odd.

He glanced back at the old man.

"Heh heh heh!"

The old man kept grinning at him.

Jiang Feng, still puzzled, went on to check other cells.

"Prison Chief Jiang, what’s up?"

A Little Prison Guard behind him asked.

"Did any of you notice that the old man in cell six seems smaller than yesterday?"

Jiang Feng said.

"Smaller?"

The Little Prison Guard paused, confused.

"Seems so. I feel like his clothes are a lot looser—maybe he hasn’t eaten and lost weight!"

Another Little Prison Guard hesitated before speaking.

"That’s right, his clothes do seem a lot looser."

Jiang Feng nodded in agreement.

"Could he know the Bone Shrinking Skill? I’ve heard storytellers say that many River Robbers can do that. Some truly skilled ones can hide themselves in a wine jar."

The first Little Prison Guard mused aloud.

The talker spoke without intention, but the listener took it seriously.

Jiang Feng’s expression shifted slightly.

He hurried back toward the workroom.

"This is bizarre. How can it still be missing?"

"It’s such a small place—how can a Bone-Carving Saber just vanish?"

Inside the workroom.

Chief Feng was dragging Chief Wang around, tearing the place apart looking for the missing saber.

"Old Feng, think about it. Did you really put the Bone-Carving Saber here last night?"

Jiang Feng stood at the doorway, asking.

"Prison Chief Jiang, I swear to the heavens, I really left it here. You know, with a weapon like that, none of us would dare misplace it."

Chief Feng declared, absolutely certain.

"Keep looking."

Jiang Feng turned and left, heading alone to the skinny old man’s cell door.

"Heh heh heh!"

The old man saw Jiang Feng appear and grinned habitually.

Jiang Feng stared fixedly into the old man’s eyes. This old guy—there was no fear in them. For someone about to be executed, how could there not be fear?

The only possibility—

Was that the scrawny old man knew he wouldn’t die.

As for whether he was crazy, Jiang Feng wasn’t dumb enough to assume that lightly. Someone who could break into the Imperial Palace and dare to steal from within, however crazy, was definitely not stupid.

So Jiang Feng went straight to find Han Dong.