Chapter 197 Central Prison

The prisons a thousand years ago were not much different from those in Old Lington.

The dark, closed underground space, cramped cells, cold runic iron bars, the walls were built with large chunks of blue stones like bread, and every few meters there was a dim gas lamp on the wall.

The air was slightly damp, carrying a stench of decay like that of a sewer.

It was probably to dispel the moisture and foul smell that there were burning fire pits in the corridor outside the bars, with firewood crackling as it burned.

Intense gunfire could be heard.

The prison seemed very large, with the sound of gunfire echoing on and on.

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The spiritual power of darkness in the prison had become very dense, so thick that it seemed it could cause deformities at any moment.

Kai paid no attention to the gunfire outside, greedily breathing in a few mouthfuls.

The rich dark spiritual power made him feel very comfortable.