"Huchi..."
"Huchi..."
Since yesterday, Li Qingfeng always felt like a heavy stone was pressing on his chest. No matter whether he was walking or sitting down to rest, he always felt out of breath.
At this moment, Li Qingfeng looked at the bronze mirror in front of him.
In the mirror is a young man of sixteen or seventeen years old, with a slender figure and handsome face. It is a true portrayal of the poem "Mo Shangren is like jade".
But his face was extremely pale, and there was a strange, rich black light on his pale cheeks.
"My face was dark, dull and as pale as paper..."
"It's just less than ten days."
"Does the evil spirit and evil spirit in the Heavenly Prison have such a great impact on the human body? Has it almost turned me into a tuberculosis ghost in such a short period of time?"
"If this continues, I'm afraid I won't have to wait until a big event like the demon prison robbery happens, and I will follow in the footsteps of that cheap dad and die?"
He is a time traveler.
The predecessor was also called Li Qingfeng.
On the day he traveled through time, Li Qingfeng's only relative in this other world, the cheap daddy, had already been buried.
The same is true. Almost everyone thought that he was at a loss when he had just traveled through time because he couldn't bear the blow.
Immediately afterwards, Li Qingfeng became a glorious jailer in the Heavenly Prison according to the Tang Dynasty's rule that the jailer should be replaced by his father or his son.
You can get the establishment directly as soon as you cross over.
Li Qingfeng was very happy at first. After all, he didn't have to go to a small town to do inquisition, and the jailer also had a lot of money.
A jailer's salary and income can easily support a family of three.
But when he gradually learned why his cheap father died before he was forty years old, and what kind of place Tianlao was, he regretted it.
The Heavenly Prison is not the prison of the previous life.
This world is not a normal world either.
This is a world where martial arts can lead to gods and demons create chaos.
In the thirty years that the current emperor has been in office alone, there have been no less than twenty major incidents of demons plundering the prison in this prison...
Every time a demon robs a prison, the jailers of the Heavenly Prison are the first to suffer the brunt of the misfortune. Even before the jailers understand what is happening, almost all of them die due to the demon's unimaginable methods.
Even if you are lucky enough not to die in the disaster of this kind of demon prison robbery, the surviving jailer will be like his cheap father, who will unknowingly become seriously ill under the erosion of the vicious and sinister atmosphere of this prison. die.
You must know that this Tianlao stood here when the Tang Dynasty was first established. It was where the imperial court detained death row prisoners and serious criminals.
Countless demons and murderers were detained here.
The age of Tianlao is the same as that of the Tang Dynasty, both seven hundred and seventy-one years.
Over the years, evil auras, evil auras, and other evil auras have long been firmly entrenched in this sky, as thick as death.
In addition, it was a cold and humid day with no sunlight.
If you stay in such an environment all year round, your body will be eroded by these evil and evil spirits, which will naturally damage your internal organs, and your life span and even your fertility may be affected by this.
According to statistics, the average life span of a jailer in Tianlao is less than thirty years old. Even the jailer who has been lucky enough to escape several prison robberies, the longest-lived one will hardly live past fifty years.
Some jailer families have even died out long ago because of this, leaving no one to inherit the hereditary and irreplaceable system.
"This body has congenital defects because that cheap old man was affected by the evil aura... According to the current situation, I am afraid that in a few years, I will also burp like this."
"At that time, the Li family will be completely extinct, and the hereditary and irreplaceable establishment will have no one to inherit..."
"How could I accept such a high-risk profession so readily?"
"But then again, this is a jailer's registration, similar to the craftsman's registration of ancient dynasties in previous lives. People in the family who are in the jailer's registration can only serve as jailers for generations."
"If I dare to escape from this industry, I'm afraid I will be back in the prison as a prisoner tomorrow, waiting to be executed by the queen."
Li Qingfeng changed into the jailer's uniform with a heavy heart, while his mind kept thinking about the possibility of breaking the situation.
"If you can't resign and want to avoid dying early, then the only way out is to practice martial arts."
This is the world of martial arts and spirituality.
Although the people Li Qingfeng saw in the past few days didn't show much strength, those prison prisoners who were said to be highly skilled martial artists were still tortured in the prison until they looked like ghosts.
"It is said that if you practice martial arts to a certain level, you can easily become immune to all evils and diseases."
"Being a jailer in this heavenly prison, in addition to being corroded by evil and evil auras, there are also prison robbery incidents that occur from time to time. Only with martial arts close by can you have a greater chance of survival."
The more he thought about it, the more Li Qingfeng felt that there was no problem with this idea.
But after thinking about it carefully, he fell silent again.
The Li family barely had one warrior for eighteen generations, and it was only a warrior in the blood realm.
In other words, the Li family did not have a family tradition of martial arts.
And since his body was inherently defective, it was impossible for any warrior to take a fancy to his qualifications and teach him martial arts.
Even if there were indeed martial artists willing to teach him, his small jailer's salary would be enough to support his family, but the conditions for him to practice martial arts were far from sufficient.
"It's still a dead end!"
The light in Li Qingfeng's eyes dimmed.
Just when Li Qingfeng was worried about his future, he had already arrived at Tianlao.
"Xiao Li! Come here quickly!"
Li Qingfeng raised his head and saw a skinny middle-aged jailer with a face even paler than him standing there looking at him.
This is Zhang San.
He was a lifelong friend of Li Qingfeng's cheap father. Thanks to Zhang San's care these days, Li Qingfeng was able to get familiar with the duties of a jailer relatively smoothly.
"Uncle Zhang! Here he comes."
Li Qingfeng walked up quickly.
Zhang San just stretched out his hand and gestured for him to follow, then turned around and walked towards the deeper cell.
Li Qingfeng quickly followed.
The journey was dark and humid, and the air was filled with some strange and unpleasant smells.
After walking for about a cup of tea, the two arrived in front of a cell.
The cells here are all made of pillars made of steel cast into water.
Each pillar is as thick as the mouth of a bowl.
Looking through the gaps between the pillars, in the extremely dark cell, there is a prisoner sitting in the corner.
At this time,
Zhang San said: "You wait here, I will go in and take the prisoner out."
Li Qingfeng said respectfully: "Yes!"
Zhang San opened the cell door and walked in.
There was a rustling sound, and a moment later, Zhang San walked out, dragging someone with him.
A prisoner wearing prison uniform.
The prisoner was half-dead. Zhang San dragged him out with his left hand, then put his foot on the prisoner's back and rolled directly in front of Li Qingfeng.
A strong smell of blood and rancidity filled the air.
Li Qingfeng looked through the light of the torch on the wall and saw that there was almost no scratch on the prisoner's body, and the roots of his descendants were stained with blood, and there were even maggots crawling around.
This scene made Li Qingfeng's scalp numb and his crotch felt cold.
So cruel!
Zhang San: "Give me a hand and drag him to the torture chamber."
"yes!"
Each of the two men grabbed one of the prisoner's arms and dragged him forward, leaving horrific blood stains and some rolling maggots on the ground.
"Uncle Zhang, what did this man commit? He's already so miserable and he still needs to be sent to prison?"
"awful?"
Zhang Sanmian: "Compared with what he did, this is not tragic!"
"This guy's real name is Liu Sanchong, nicknamed Flower Butterfly. He is a well-known flower picker in the world. Moreover, this guy is extremely perverted inside. Not to mention the thousands, five to seven hundred women from good families who have been harmed by him over the years. There are definitely people!”
"The Evil Killing Division has been chasing this guy for several years without catching him. The Evil Killing Division has carefully laid several traps, and this guy has escaped. But I didn't expect that this guy is so audacious. He actually planned to kill him half a month ago. It’s on the Prime Minister’s daughter…”
"That's the Prime Minister's Mansion where experts are like Lin!"
"This kind of lewd thief will not be able to repay his crime even if he dies a thousand times. Do you still think he is miserable?"
Li Qingfeng turned his head and looked at the flower picker who was dragged to the ground.
Is this actually a flower picker?
"He deserves to be killed! He deserves to be executed in Lingchi!"
Zhang San: "Okay! You don't have to go into the torture room. Otherwise, you will be frightened and ask for leave. Just wait at the door."
"Yes! Uncle Zhang!"
As the door of the torture chamber closed, a pitiful howl soon came from inside.
There was even the smell of barbecue.
Fortunately, he had been working in Tianlao for more than two days, and Li Qingfeng no longer vomited out the previous day's dinner as he did on the first day.
About half an hour later,
With a creak, the door to the torture chamber opened.
Zhang San dragged the flower picker out and kicked the limp flower picker to Li Qingfeng's side.
"The dog got in! It was filled with maggots and blood!"
"Xiao Li, put this man back in cell No. 13, Guizi."
Li Qingfeng was slightly startled: "Me? I'm going alone?"
Zhang San: "What are you afraid of? The one I bought has been messed up like this. Even a three-year-old child can handle it easily."
"Go quickly, go quickly! Don't wait! Once you're locked up, come to the torture room, there are other tasks!"
