His movement technique was derived from the Divine Thieves Sect, not only nimble and graceful but also far surpassing ordinary light body techniques in concealment, allowing him to easily infiltrate this immense stone tower. Not long after entering, he heard a soft murmur, but he didn't understand the Parthian language, so he didn't know what was being said. However, everyone he saw was extremely fierce, definitely not of the virtuous kind. Furrowing his brows slightly, he proceeded upwards, and true to what Lv Guanhong had said, where was there any sign of maidens inside? Instead, traces of dried blood could be seen everywhere. Even the prison guards were burly and robust, their faces filled with vicious expressions. Wang Anfeng thought of the satisfied murmuring he heard last night, his heart growing more puzzled. He continued to use his movement technique, ascending from hidden blind spots out of sight of the prisoners. Just as he was about to reach the top floor, he heard laughter and someone speaking in Central Plains dialect, his eyes brightening. He immediately used the movement technique "wind caressing the willows" from the Divine Thieves Sect, hanging on the side of the stone wall, frowning and listening. "This batch should be arriving soon, right?" "Yeah, about time. The brothers have been holding back for almost two months. If they don't arrive soon, we'll go crazy." Finally, Wang Anfeng could understand. His right hand outlined the Qi Mechanism, concealing his body slightly, then leaned out to take a closer look. The speaker was a tall man, looking like a Central Plains person, about forty years old, with a scar on one cheek and a fiendish face, laughing heartily: "I must say, this King really knows how to oblige... willing to let us kill, and every three months sends a batch of little girls to let off steam..." "To be a king to this extent, what a remarkable person." A lazy man beside him casually said: "No choice, he needs us to charge into battle for him, and when the brothers get too pent up, they either kill or let off steam. Some of those initial batches were killed off in brothels, so no brothel in the city will come anymore." "Those girls do need to make a living." "It's said that these most profitable businesses were backed by that King, and if they die, he cares more than anyone, but if no people come, those initial fierce offenders will riot, and the elite will die, causing even more pain." "In the end, someone came up with a great idea, hah... even if the Parthian Empire is small, it is still a nation, unlike the vast, resource-rich Central Plains with seventy-two prefectures. Each county has a population of tens of millions, while one Parthian Empire accounts for only slightly more than a million people." "But among millions, find remote places where families don't have much money, swap some fledglings for venting, no cost involved, no disturbance, and avoid losses to the elite. Haha, though it does harm one's virtue..." "Hahaha, how can you speak of harming virtue?" "Every time, it's you who is the fiercest, haven't fewer girls died by your hand?" Every three months a batch. These pieces of information assembled together struck hard in Wang Anfeng's mind, his right hand trembling slightly, almost beyond control, reaching towards the dagger at his waist, murderous intent icy and overflowing. At this moment, footsteps sounded below, a man dressed in an official Parthian uniform came up, his view just able to spot Wang Anfeng. Wang Anfeng glanced sideways, noticing that the face seemed familiar, one of the officials who had greeted him yesterday at the door. Wang Anfeng's heart stirred slightly, his figure instantly transformed and reversed, leaping out from a side window, using momentum to rise, his right hand gripping the stone wall, his body soaring and landing into a space at the top. This level was somewhat narrow and suffocating, with some lingering foul stench, similarly spatially partitioned but unlike below with prison guards and fierce offenders, there was nothing. For more chapters visit novel✶fire.net Wang Anfeng's actions just now were quite natural. This strategy must rely on the military forces of the Parthian Empire's feudatory kings. A Great Qin person appearing here might provoke disputes. At this moment, with King Balman's subordinate below, he didn't want to conflict with King Balman, yet for some reason remained depressed in heart, unable to leave , so he deliberately walked along the top floor. As he reached the end, casually looking forward, his gaze suddenly halted. He saw a skeleton, no, more than one. Many skeletons, piled together. Already somewhat fragmented, with leg bones and arms all twisted unnaturally, all young girls lined up together, scattered together, white bones piled up, with modest faded clothing on them, shocking to see. The scene was such that even Wang Anfeng felt his body slightly stiffen. He subconsciously walked over, suddenly noticing rough papyrus hidden in a corner on the ground. He bent down to pick it up, feeling its rough texture, but the characters on the paper were lively, written in Central Plains script. "We're going to be the King's maids, aren't we? Fei'er, I can soon see you..." "Haven't seen you in a long time, how are you doing?" "The red willow trees have grown two rounds bigger, the neighbor's little foal has grown, and you've been gone for three years now. Everybody says you struck luck, unwilling to have anything to do with us, but I don't believe it." "You must have your reasons, busy and unable to return, right?" "I'll stay with you, so you won't feel so lonely." "We can still watch the stars together, like when we were children. I've learned new tunes, can teach you. Everyone used to say your singing was best, like the Heavenly Spirit Bird at night, but now I'm not bad either."