C314 (1/2)

Feng Yi and Chu Yunge's goal was to reach the seventh floor, and only by reaching the seventh floor would they be able to complete their task. The danger involved was extremely scary, and one could say that if they made even the slightest of mistakes, it would cause the both of them to pay a heavy price, so they definitely could not make any mistakes.

After walking out of the corridor, they arrived at the hall on the third floor.

As expected, the black-robed guards who were responsible for guarding the hall had all fallen asleep by now.

The guards who should have been standing in the four corners of the lobby had closed their eyes and fallen into a quiet sleep.

The guard on the stairs also went limp, falling asleep on the first step of the stairs.

Feng Yi and Chu Yunge did not dare to delay any longer. After avoiding the guards and climbing up the stairs, they quickly reached the fourth floor of the sariras.

Feng Yi already knew the time when these guards would turn in. When they arrived at the fourth floor, Chu Yunge was hiding at the side, but because Feng Yi was wearing the guard's attire and a human skin mask, he was naturally able to get through quickly. However, there was one more guard to get through this mess, which was clearly a very serious problem.

But in the next moment, Chu Yunge made a very bold decision. She immediately pulled out her crossbow and aimed it at the guard's neck, and then pulled the trigger.

The silver needles were thin and slender, not as thick and hard as a bow or arrow. Even if they were shot through the air, there was no sound of them breaking through the air.

The silver needle flew through the air in a silver arc before entering the guard's neck without a sound.

The guard felt a sudden itch on his neck. He raised his hand and touched his neck. In just a few seconds, the effect of the medicine had reached its peak. The guard's eyes rolled back as he fell down.

Seeing that the guard was about to fall to the ground, Feng Yi jumped out and quickly caught him, causing him to drag the guard to a corner where he could sleep.

Before leaving, he casually removed the silver needle from the guard's neck to conceal the evidence.

After tidying up all these, Feng Yi and Chu Yunge set off again, and continued up the stairs.

No one made any sound during the whole process. Nobody even noticed it. They just did it perfectly.

What happened afterwards continued on throughout the fifth and sixth levels.

Very quickly, in less than an incense worth of time, Chu Yunge and Feng Yi had already arrived at the seventh floor of the sariras.

After arriving at the seventh floor, Feng Yi and Chu Yunge fell into silence at the same time.

The two of them stood in the spacious hall and looked at everything in front of them at the same time. Their eyes revealed slight surprise.

They hadn't thought that the seventh floor of the Sherry Tower would be so different from the other floors.

There were no heavy guards like he had expected, nor were there any patrolling guards.

Because the structure of the tower is the shape of a normal temple pagoda, the width of the bottom, the narrower the top, the topmost area is the smallest.

Although he had already guessed that the seventh floor might be a bit small before coming here, it wasn't to the extent that even a few guards couldn't manage it.

They stood in front of the lobby, which had a depth of about three fathoms, or more than a hundred square metres.

In the center of the hall, there was an Eight Immortals Table and two armchairs. On the table, there was an oil lamp and a kettle. It seemed to be prepared for the bodyguards who had come to guard the seventh floor.

The end of the lobby was not the same as the other floors. There were no intersections, no corridors, and naturally there were no cells on both sides of the corridors.

At the end of the hall was what looked like a very spacious prison cell.

Unlike other cells, the cell was made of more expensive mahogany instead of black iron.

Each piece of mahogany was as thick as the wrist of a grown man. Just like an ordinary prison, each piece of wood could fit two fists at the same time.