Soap towel.
Navy bunt.
Black trousers.
There is a large white circle on the chest with the word "Prison" written on it.
Zhou Yi looked at this outfit, but still didn't want to believe it. When he woke up, he became the jailer of Fengyang Kingdom.
Last night I was eating hot pot, hugging my girl, and singing love songs, and suddenly I was transported back in time!
The dark and gloomy cell, the strong smell of putrefaction, the dark shadow of the prisoner huddled behind the iron fence, making a faint humming sound.
Zhou Yi was reminded at every turn that this was not a dream.
"I haven't traveled through the past 996, but I've traveled through the past and it's still 996. Isn't this *** a waste of time?"
Zhou Yi rubbed his temples to relieve the severe pain caused by the impact of memory, and he had a general understanding of his origins.
They have the same name, and their father was a jailer in Tianlao. Unfortunately, he died of a cold last year, and his mother died of depression within a few months.
The jailer's household registration has been passed down from generation to generation, and Zhou Yi was recruited into the prison as a rule. Since he was born weak and sick, and had no martial arts training, he could only be responsible for delivering meals to the prisoners.
The Tianlao was directly under the control of the imperial court and held political prisoners and serious criminals. The overall number of prisoners was small and the work was easy.
Zhou Yi stretched his muscles and bones, and just a few simple radio gymnastics movements triggered a series of coughs and severe pain and convulsions in the chest.
"Ahem! Your health is too bad. No wonder you died at such a young age..."
Zhou Yi suddenly felt frightened in his heart. He remembered that he was a premature baby, born frail and sickly, and that his family's money had been exhausted by his old age.
As a result, no matter how many nourishing decoctions were consumed, the birth defect could not be cured!
"This is the beginning of asking me to die again!"
Zhou Yi carefully checked the memory, and his heart dropped completely.
The jailer of Tianlao seems to be a low-class person with a low-level job. Because of the extraordinary status of the prisoners he holds, he is very rich.
Zhou's father had been in prison for more than 20 years. Not only did he buy a house in Shenjing, but he also hired the palace doctor through his connections and personally diagnosed and prescribed medicine for Zhou Yi, but the result was still in vain.
Thinking of this, Zhou Yi had the last resort and mustered up the courage to shout softly.
"system!"
no response.
"Goldfinger?"
"Grandpa?"
"System dad?"
Zhou Yi called a few times with great affection, but there was still no response or even a ding.
suddenly.
The golden light in Zhou Yi's mind shone brightly, manifesting a round golden elixir.
"What is this?"
Before he finished speaking, scenes appeared in front of Zhou Yi's eyes, spectacular, gorgeous, terrifying, and thrilling!
The giant beast ran rampant in the wilderness, opening its mouth and spitting out flames that filled the sky.
The Palace of Bones is built on a mountain thousands of feet high, with a human-like and ghost-like figure driving billowing demonic clouds.
The monster with the head of a wolf and the body of a snake can summon the wind and rain, and the alien with two wings can control the thunder.
The sky slowly opened its golden eyes, staring coldly and mercilessly at the world of mortals. Countless purple divine thunders fell, and the surrounding area was wiped out into ashes.
The immortal controlled the flying sword and tore a gap in the void with one blow.
The demon sat cross-legged in the pool of blood, with skulls and bones floating.
A hundred-foot giant god, a nine-dragon chariot, a white tiger roaring into the sky, a black turtle covering the sea...
The vast fairy sound buzzed, and the hazy picture slowly receded.
at this time.
The golden elixir in his mind has converged with divine light, and is like a common golden bead, slowly floating and rotating in the soul, and a ray of information is transmitted to Zhouyi's soul.
The fruit of immortality!
"Daoguo!"
"Isn't this the game I played in my previous life? I practiced to the highest level and obtained the immortality fruit?"
Before Zhou Yi traveled through time, he was addicted to a simulation game of cultivating immortals. After playing it day and night for half a year, he finally reached the level. After surviving the ninth heavenly tribulation, he could choose Dao Fruit.
Since Zhouyi is a leopard-headed zero-charge, in the end he has no choice but to obtain the only free immortality fruit.
[Tao Fruit: Immortality
Attributes: no longer grows after adulthood, endless lifespan, immortality. 】
Free Dao Fruit, no numerical values or attributes attached!
"So my cheat is the game! Load the game? Open the game? Game panel? Di Chou Studio?"
Zhou Yi tried calling a few more times to make sure that he didn't bring other game attributes, so he could only shrug helplessly.
"So, I will become immortal now?"
"Unfortunately, immortality does not mean immortality. It just doesn't age. It has endless lifespan. It still gets injured and sick, various accidents happen, and people kill people."
Zhou Yi moved his arms and legs and found that the weakness and pain had disappeared, his breathing was long and even, and his limbs were strong and powerful.
"The congenital deficiencies have disappeared. It should be due to the influence of the Immortality Path Fruit."
"If I had known that I would travel through time, I should have charged ten 648 to get the best Dao Fruit talent! However, although other Dao Fruits increase their talents and attributes, they alone cannot achieve immortality..."
Zhou Yi thought carefully for a moment and found that reality was different from the game, and that the Immortal Path Fruit was the best choice.
Due to the limitation of lifespan in reality, those with other advanced attributes and natural talents still need to continue to practice for immortality, during which fighting and fighting are indispensable.
The war is fierce and dangerous, and there is a narrow escape from death!
On the other hand, if you have the Taoist Fruit of Immortality, you only need to be careful, avoid enmity, and practice steadily, and you can become an immortal and an ancestor in tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of years.
Zhou Yi recalled the horrific scenes in the world of immortality. It was ordinary to move mountains and fill seas, and it was easy to tear apart the void.
Even with the help of advanced Taoist fruits, I don’t know how many life and death struggles I have to go through before I can achieve immortality.
Immortals, Buddhas, gods and demons are not kind-hearted seniors. Once they discover that Zhouyi's cultivation speed is extraordinary, or that some people are about to expire, they need a genius cauldron!
If you can't guarantee it, you'll lose your skin, search for souls, seize bodies, and steal Tao fruits!
Dao fruit is the ultimate goal of cultivating immortality. There is no corresponding technique to protect Dao, just like a child holding gold to get through the busy market.
"How can I, Zhou Yi, be a brave and ruthless person?"
Zhou Yi made up his mind to quietly survive until he was invincible in the world, and then go to the outside world to be at ease.
Tianlao is really a good place. From a geographical point of view, it is located in Ningdefang of the capital, with the capital gate to the west and Dali Temple to the east. It is only two squares away from the imperial palace.
Thousands of forbidden troops are heavily guarded, and they can escape from the city at any time. It is simply the safest place in Fengyang Kingdom.
Even if there is a drastic change of dynasty and the palace is attacked, the new emperor will not release serious criminals to harm his own people.
Enjoy emperor-level defense without being trapped in the palace.
"Perfect! Set a small goal first, live in the sky prison for hundreds of years!"
Zhou Yi carried the rice pail to the door of each cell and scooped out a spoonful of gruel made from unknown ingredients.
When the prisoner heard the noise, he got up from the straw mat and fished out the coarse porcelain bowl with his pitch-black hands. There were only a few grains of brown rice and a few rotten vegetable leaves, and he overturned the bowl with a crash.
"I am the Minister of Rites, how dare you let me eat such pig food?"
This is a newcomer who has not lost the pride of his original identity!
The prisoner next to him was very sensible: "Brother, one more spoonful, I'm not full with this!"
In line with the principle of humanitarianism, Zhou Yi looked at the cell number plate, took a spoonful of thick porridge from the bottom of the barrel and gave it to the prisoner, and reminded him.
"It's almost the end of the month, remember to ask your family to send you food money."
"It's been another month!"
The prisoner sighed, picked up his rice bowl, ate it cleanly, burped, and returned to the straw mat to meditate.
