Lin Chuan dragged his heavy shackles through the dark corridors of the cells, which were underground, and each cell had only a small window at the top, and now only a little moonlight came in.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon, and the weather is getting colder and colder, and the underground cell is even colder. Lin Chuan couldn't help but shudder, he stepped on the ground step by step, as if knocking on the door of other cells, some of the prisoners in those small rooms were wrapped in straw mats and lay on the ground looking at the roof, and some heard Lin Chuan come in and looked at him curiously, as if they wanted to watch him cry in this oppressive environment, but more people just glanced at it and squinted their eyes again.

The whole prison seems to be extraordinarily harmonious and quiet, and there is no heart-rending crying, these people have long been accustomed to life here, they are not hungry or freeze to death, maybe they are no different from the outside in comparison, but after a long time, people will definitely go crazy.

Lin Chuan didn't care at first, and he wasn't worried that he would die, he felt that something must happen before he was dying.

Maybe there's another hole in this prison, or maybe this prison suddenly collapses, and something will happen. There is no why, no reason, Lin Chuan just knows.

So he found a corner to lean on like he did the first time, and he would be fine for the time being. It's not good to be tired after walking for a day, it's better to have a good rest first, if there is a table of wine and food at this time, if there is a beauty pouring wine, warm nephrite in the arms, that taste, hahaha.

Just as Lin Chuan was dreaming, a jailer suddenly walked over with a plate of wine and food.

"Boy, you really have a kind, this wine and food is rewarded by the head, eat well, eat one less meal, the head catcher said, you kid is looking for death by himself, and you will be comfortable on the road, you don't have to be punished if you go to prison, okay, eat well." The jailer said as he carried wine and food into Lin Chuan's prison.

He untied the shackles on Lin Chuan's body, handed the chopsticks to Lin Chuan's hand, and looked Lin Chuan up and down seriously.

"You're really not afraid of death?" The jailer asked in a whisper.

"Have you ever died?" Lin Chuan responded, of course the jailer had never died, and he didn't know what to say when Lin Chuan asked him like this.

So Lin Chuan continued: "Actually, death is not so terrible, it's just a change of place and a new beginning." Lin Chuan said as he looked up at the jailer, "Don't you go home often?" ”

The jailer was stunned for a moment and nodded.

"You have bad luck this year, the main family is ruined, your wife is separated, and your family's fortune is not as good as one day?" Lin Chuan hugged his shoulders and leaned against the wall, "Seeing that your face doesn't look like a treacherous villain, I'll send you a few words" Lin Chuan said this, picked up a piece of meat with chopsticks and stuffed it into his mouth and said, "Just now you asked me if I am afraid of death, it is estimated that most of you have the idea of suicide, three days later, you have a catastrophe, this catastrophe can be ferocious, most of it is related to water, you can not drink alcohol on the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, you can not walk in lakes and rivers, but death can be avoided, blood can be seen, you may suffer from the disaster of the sword, and then your fortune can go straight up, and the predicament at home can also be ended." ”

After Lin Chuan finished saying this, he stopped looking at the jailer and drank the wine alone, but the jailer did have cold sweat on his forehead, and what Lin Chuan said was true, and the more he listened, the more frightened he became......