After a while, Cao Jun's consciousness gradually cleared up.

He found himself being dragged forward, followed by a thud and the door opened.

There was a force in the buttocks.

Someone kicked him straight in.

Cao Jun staggered forward two steps and quickly stabilized his figure.

There was a cheer behind him, "Grab Zhou Abing." ”

Cao Jun was ignorant, and always felt that the name Zhou Abing was somewhat familiar.

After a while, the sight slowly returned.

He found himself in a prison.

It was surrounded by three low earthen walls, and in the direction of the outward, there was a wooden railing, and outside the wooden fence, there were two jailers, one of whom pointed at him and scolded, "Zhou Abing, let me stay honest inside, otherwise I will have good fruit to eat." ”

I didn't expect this time to be a direct prison start.

Cao Jun quietly touched the mountaineering bag behind him, never thought about touching the air, and touched the wine gourd on his waist again, and found that the wine gourd was still there, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

He looked inward.

He was not alone in a cell of seven or eight square meters.

The floor of the cell was covered with some hay.

In the corner of the wall on the left is a person huddled up, motionless at the moment, judging by the clothes on the outside, it should be a young scholar.

In the corner on the right is an old man squatting.

The old man was wearing an old coat of unknown color, and his beard and long hair almost covered the entire upper body, making it impossible to see his face.

It's just that the body shrunk together looks very thin and thin, and the outstretched arm looks like a dry firewood.

Cao Jun sighed and sat down cross-legged directly against the wooden railing.

He was still wondering where the world was, and how to find the key tasks as quickly as possible and inspire them.

The old man suddenly stopped writing and drawing, brushed away the long hair in front of him with one hand, stared at Cao Jun curiously with dark eyes, and asked tentatively, "Another Zhou Abing?" ”

Cao Jun sighed helplessly, arched his hand and said: "Under Cao Jun, it is not Zhou Abing, dare to ask the seniors, who is Zhou Abing this time?" ”

The old man smiled self-deprecatingly, and the dry laughter was particularly abrupt in the cramped cell.

"They say you are Zhou Abing, you are Zhou Abing, as for who is Zhou Abing? It's just a ghoul. ”

Then he pointed to the scholar curled up by the wall, "He is Zhou Abing." ”

After pointing out, he pointed to himself again, "I'm also Zhou Abing." ”

"We are all Zhou Ah Bing."

"Young man, I see that you are strong and strong, you have a chance to escape quickly, once you enter this prison, you can only endure hard days and nights, if you can't survive, just like him, you won't eat chicken leg rice, you will burp, you say it's a pity."

After the old man saw Cao Jun enter the room, he didn't yell like those stupid hats before, his psychological quality seemed to be good, and he had the heart to teach him a lesson.

And the scholar man curled up on the side motionless was regarded as a negative teaching material.

Cao Jun pondered for a while, thinking about how to find out the news of this world from the old man, when suddenly there was a sound of footsteps outside the cell, and a jailer held a lunch box, knocked on the wooden railing outside with a playful expression, and shouted: "Zhou Abing, eat a big meal, die early and reincarnate early, but don't blame us." ”

The old man had already pricked up his ears, and when he heard the word "big meal", he moved much faster than him, and rushed to the railing in two strong steps, grabbed the big meal in the hand of the jailer with one hand, and sniffed it in front of his nose, and then looked at Cao Jun with a playful look, and handed over the big meal with pain.

"Forget it, this is for you to eat, and the old man won't rob it."

Cao Jun took it and took a look and found that it was a plate of chicken thigh set with two meat and one vegetarian.

He suddenly wondered in his heart, "Could it be that the food in this cell is so good?" ”

Also, there are obviously three people in this cell, why did they only bring him a big meal?

Cao Jun also wanted to find out the news from the old man's mouth, so he immediately pushed the meal forward generously, and said generously: "I also invite the old-timers to dine together." ”

The old man was stunned, his eyes stayed on Cao Jun for a moment, maybe he couldn't resist the temptation of the chicken legs, and he was not polite to Cao Jun, so he leaned forward directly, grabbed the chicken legs, and gobbled them up.

After eating a few bites, or seeing that Cao Junjun was good, lest he die in vain, he took the chicken leg and nodded to him in the air, reminding: "Alas! The old man has been in this cell for more than ten years, and has met all kinds of cellmates, including officials and Taoist priests. ”

"Well, since I ate your chicken legs, I'm kind enough to remind you."

"Young man, you're about to be dragged out and beheaded, this is your last meal, let's take a bite, be a full ghost, and you will be on the road in a while."

Cao Jun's heart fell to the bottom in an instant.

I've entered this other world three times, but this is the first time I've encountered a start in prison.

Not to mention the beginning of the prison, before the butt is hot, you are going to the guillotine?

How can this be true?

He couldn't sit still for a moment, the sudden change disrupted his plan, and although he was holding a big meal in his hand at the moment, he had no appetite in his heart.

He moved forward, staring at the talkative cellmate with a strong desire to survive, "Senior, but I don't know how long you've been here?" I still don't know the name of my predecessor? ”

"How long have I been here, you ask?"

The old man pointed to himself and replied playfully: "When I came in, I was as young as you, and as for my surname, who is my name?" Since I have entered this prison, I am naturally called Zhou Abing, but before I came in, I also had a name outside, and they called the old man Zhuge Wolong! ”

"Zhuge Wolong?"

Cao Jun's heart was like being struck by lightning, his body trembled, and he almost didn't hold the meal in his hand.

If this old man's name is Zhuge Wolong, then ...... The scholar next to him, curled up motionless on the ground, isn't it Ning Caichen?

This is the world of A Chinese Ghost Story?

Cao Jun sat motionless, as if he was frightened stupidly.

After the old man finished destroying the chicken legs in three or two, his eyes rolled, and he looked at the wine gourd on Cao Jun's waist.

After smashing his mouth twice, he suddenly pointed greedily at Cao Jun's waist and asked, "Little brother, although the chicken legs are delicious, it's a pity that there is no wine, is the gourd on your waist filled with water or wine?" ”

Cao Jun touched the wine gourd on his waist, untied it and put it in his hand, but the old man was not afraid of life, so he grabbed it directly, and after pulling the lid, he rushed out in a daze.

He took a sip greedily, and couldn't help but sigh: "Good wine, such a mellow wine, the old man has lived for most of his life, but it is the first time he has encountered it, so you are welcome." ”

Before Cao Jun could speak, the old man had already snorted a few sips of wine, and at the end of it had a long wine burp, and a rare flush appeared on his face.

He suddenly put down the wine gourd, slapped the wall, and exclaimed loudly: "Alas! Life is a prison, my father has no vision, let me do academics, who knows how to write travelogues, they say that I leaked state secrets. ”

"Writing history, saying that I use the past to satirize the present."

"Commenting on the art of war, and saying that I instigated rebellion."

"Write myths and stories, and say that I lead people to superstition."

"Finally, rewrite the biographies of celebrities, and the results ...... Hehe, after the death of this celebrity, he was condemned as a rebel, and I was sentenced to life imprisonment with him. ”

By the time the old man's words came out, Cao Jun had already concluded in his heart that this world was indeed a Chinese ghost story.

If this is the case, most of the hope that will inspire the mission will still fall on Ning Caichen, who is curled up on the side.

Cao Jun deliberately led the topic to Ning Caichen, "Senior, I don't know how this scholar came in?" ”

Zhuge Wolong vented, and it seemed that he was still unsatisfied.

After taking another sip of wine, I was already a little drunk.

"He, a poor scholar, has been in this prison, but his mind still can't turn around, and he always says that he was wronged, how could I not have been wronged? By the way, I often read a name called Nie Xiaoqian in my sleep. ”

The color of surprise in Cao Jun's heart became more and more serious, and he shook the scholar and said, "Senior Zhuge , I see that this scholar is motionless, is he sick?" ”

Zhuge Wolong sighed again and said, "He! Even if it's not sick, I'm afraid it's not long before I die, and I haven't eaten a drop of water for several days, and I think the deadline is in these days. ”

"You are luckier than him, you just came in and ate chicken leg rice, died early and were reincarnated, and you don't have to continue to endure the dark prison life here."

Cao Jun was suddenly taken aback.

This Ning Caichen can also be regarded as the absolute protagonist in the world of A Chinese Ghost Story, and his hope of inspiring the task is still on him, but he can't watch him hang up.