Li Qingfeng swallowed, grabbed the flower picker by the collar, and dragged him deeper into the passage.
The surroundings were extremely dark, and the air was as humid as Hui Nantian in the south in his previous life. There were clearly visible drops of water hanging on the walls.
Throughout the entire cell passage, there was only a light torch every three feet.
When the wind suddenly blew, the firelight scattered, the figures jumped, and the blood stains left on the ground became even more terrifying, as if there were really countless evil spirits hiding in this passage.
But at this moment,
Li Qingfeng didn't have the extra energy to be afraid.
"Huchi, wheeze..."
Li Qingfeng panted violently and struggled to drag the flower picker who seemed to be dead.
It took him almost a quarter of an hour to drag the half-dead flower picker to cell No. 13, Guizi.
After dragging him into the cell with difficulty, Li Qingfeng sat down on the hay on the floor of the cell.
He was breathing heavily.
"I must find a way to practice martial arts, otherwise I will be exhausted sooner or later just from dragging prisoners around."
"This is just dragging me along. Even though I have shackles weighing over a hundred kilograms, my body is really too weak."
After sitting on the hay and thinking wildly for a while, he felt that his breath was calmer and his physical strength had recovered a lot. Then he grabbed the steel pillar and stood up slowly, preparing to lock the door and go to the torture room to report.
As the clattering sound of iron chains resounded, and with the sound of kata, and the moment the huge iron lock was locked, Li Qingfeng felt a strong sense of dizziness suddenly appear in his mind.
"Is it hypoglycemia?"
Just when this idea came to Li Qingfeng's mind, he seemed to see a gray book wrapped with countless black chains slowly emerging in front of his eyes.
On this gray book, there are two simple, solemn, and extremely solemn characters [Prison Book].
As Li Qingfeng stared at the [Prison Book], he saw the black chains on the Prison Book receding towards the four sides of the book, and the pages of the book opened automatically.
The first page was quickly turned over, and the contents of the second page were displayed before Li Qingfeng's eyes.
On the second page of the [Prison Book], there were figures and words emerging.
The portrait depicts a man with vulgar eyes and a short stature. He is not handsome, but he cannot be called ugly either.
[Prisoner: Liu Sanchong]
[Sin Level: Three Stars]
[Martial Arts Realm: Seventh Level of Tongmai]
[Status: in custody]
[Capture participation rate: 1%]
[Income: 5 points of cultivation/hour]
At the bottom are pictures of sparkling water curtains. If you click on it, you will see that the flower picker Liu Sanchong tortured and killed the woman and then took advantage of it.
They all exist like videos from previous lives.
Those extremely perverted scenes made Li Qingfeng feel sick and horrified.
"What a pervert! You should really die!"
"Deserve to be cut into pieces!"
In addition to being angry, Li Qingfeng also suddenly woke up, and a strong sense of surprise and excitement suddenly rose in his heart.
"Is this... a plug-in for time travellers?"
"This is my... golden finger?"
at the same time,
Li Qingfeng was so blessed that he understood that this [Prison Book] was a mysterious and inexplicable thing. Anyone with sins he participated in arresting would be included in this [Prison Book].
These sinners who are included will also provide him with varying degrees of cultivation benefits based on their level of sin and realm strength, as well as Li Qingfeng's participation in arresting the sinner.
"But, does this count as participating in the arrest?"
"When Liu Sanchong was arrested, I hadn't traveled through time yet. I just took him from the execution room to the cell and locked him up. Does that count as a 1% participation in the arrest?"
"Moreover, just this 1% participation in the arrest allows this criminal to provide me with five points of cultivation every hour... Then if this flower picker is arrested and brought to justice by me completely independently, the participation in the arrest will be If the speed is 100%, will it be able to provide me with 500 cultivation points in one hour?"
Li Qingfeng is not sure, but he knows that if there is 100% participation in the arrest, the income from cultivation will definitely be more than ten times the current level!
But this is impossible.
Even though Liu Sanchong, the flower-picking thief, was dying at the moment, even a three-year-old child could easily handle him.
But he is actually a master of Tongmai seventh-level martial arts.
Li Qingfeng only knows about the martial arts realm in this world from his inquiries in the past few days, and he only knows that the first five realms are the blood and energy realm, the meridians realm, the energy gathering realm, the mortal realm, and the pill-holding realm.
But he himself was not even at the first level of the Blood Qi Realm. If he really encountered this flower-picking thief with the seventh level of Tongmai outside the Heavenly Prison, he would not be able to kill him even if he had a hundred lives.
"People should be content and happy!"
"Nowadays, you can gain cultivation by just lying down and hanging up. It's already very good. Don't aim too high!"
"What I have to do now is to continue to pretend that nothing has happened, keep a low profile, and slowly rely on the [Prison Book] to improve my strength. When I become stronger in the future, I will consider other things..."
It was also at this time,
Zhang San's voice came from the outside of the passage: "Xiao Li, are you done?"
He has delayed for too long.
It took a quarter of an hour just to drag the prisoner in, and then he sat and rested for a few minutes. After the [Prison Book] appeared, he stood there for a few minutes.
It seemed that Uncle Zhang was worried that something had happened to him, so he came to shout.
"It's done!"
As he spoke, Li Qingfeng trotted out.
Then he followed Zhang San and several other guards to deliver meals to the prisoners, clean the floor and the torture chamber, and other tasks.
An hour later,
Li Qingfeng took the time to take a look at the [Prison Book].
I saw the gray book wrapped in black chains slowly opening.
This time, [Prison Book] did not skip the first page directly.
The contents of the first page were displayed in Li Qingfeng's eyes. This page clearly recorded all kinds of information about him.
The first thing is his handsome face.
[Prison Master: Li Qingfeng (weak)]
[Martial Arts Realm: None (0/50)]
[Skill: None]
[Available cultivation level: 5]
The panel is very clear and simple, and it does add five points of cultivation. It seems that you only need to hang up to gain cultivation.
It seems that cultivation level can be directly added to the martial arts realm.
The weakness in his state should correspond to the disease in his body at the moment and the erosion of evil aura.
"Upgrading to the martial arts realm requires a total of fifty points of cultivation, which means you have to wait ten hours."
"Is this a golden finger from a previous life with a little bit of online writing?"
"If I add fifty points of cultivation to the martial arts realm, can I directly step into the first level of the blood and energy realm? Will I directly have the martial arts strength of the first level of the blood and energy realm?"
But if you want to verify this, you need to wait another nine hours, that is, you have to wait until Yin Shi in the early morning of tomorrow.
It just took less than a day.
Deep down he was not in a hurry.
In the following time, Li Qingfeng found a stool and sat quietly in the corner, listening to the guards bragging and spanking.
Not long after, the jailers started taking out dice to gamble and drink. Li Qingfeng still just sat quietly in the corner and watched everyone gamble.
Of course, he was not unsociable. Instead, he poured a glass of wine and drank it slowly. He would only smile and respond when others looked at him and told them after winning money.
All in all, definitely not pushy.
Gou!
Only this word is the absolute law of survival in this terrifying world!
