Outside the cell was a long corridor with dim candlelight dancing on the stone walls of the corridor, and the corridor was long, long, long.

I can't see the way forward.

There is no end in sight.

On both sides of the narrow, dark, damp corridor were cell cells, and Fang Zheng was about to take a closer look at his surroundings when he was stunned.

The architectural style of the cells here is not uniform, on his side, the cells are made of stone bars and pasted fences, but on the opposite side, it is a very simple, dilapidated wooden room, separated by a single room... It doesn't look like a prison cell, but like the imperial examination room often seen on costume TV?

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With a cell on one side and an examination room on the other, it's such a weird place......

Faced with this huge contrast, Fang Zheng muttered.

But whether it is the cell or the exam cubicle opposite, there is one thing in common, that is, it is empty.

Not a single one.

He seems to be the only one in this dark dungeon.

Shaking his head and forcibly interrupting his thoughts, Fang Zheng put aside these details for the time being, and began to look for a way to get out of the cell as soon as possible in this dimly lit dungeon.

But the next problem came, no matter what Fang Zheng tried, he couldn't get out of this cell.

Here he was, as if stripped of all his strength, and he couldn't even break through the most ordinary-looking iron fence.

In other words, it's not that his strength has disappeared, but that the confinement of this place is too strong, so strong that even he can't break through it for a while.

Boom!

Bang!

Fang Zheng is like a grumpy beast behind the iron railing of the zoo, hitting the iron fence in front of him again and again, but it is always useless.

In this dark underground space, where the sun and the moon have been lost, and time has been deprived as a reference, the meaning of time has begun to gradually blur... Fang Zheng didn't know how long he had been impacted, and he didn't have to stop until he was exhausted.

Even after exhaustion, Fang Zheng still did not give up hope of escaping, he began to visualize the spiritual martial arts demon ape concept over and over again, trying to break through the illusion trap, hoping that everything in front of him was fake.

But once again, it turned out that he had once again done useless work.

Fang Zheng's brows furrowed.

He didn't do any more useless work, and began to sit down quietly, looking around carefully, and thinking about how to get out.

......

The existence of time is to dilute people's memories of the past.

And after the dungeon even has no time reference, the existence of all memories becomes meaningless.

Fang Zheng didn't know how long he had been trapped here.

Time seems to be diluting the blurred line between reality and fantasy......

There was no second person to see except him, always quiet, dead silent, like a dark dungeon of a deserted, long-abandoned tomb, when suddenly there was a rustling sound of small friction.

Fang Zheng, who was sitting on the ground despite the dirt on the ground, suddenly looked up in the direction where the voice came from!

As a result, I saw that in the wooden compartment opposite his cell, at this time, there was an inexplicable man standing out of thin air with a scholar-like man, the scholar was thin, thin, and facing him with his back.

Even if his nails were broken and his fingertips were smoothed out, he didn't care.

As if he had no pain, he continued to carve lines of blood on the hard wooden board with his fingers.

The darkness of the dungeon environment, coupled with the small blood characters, and the square from a distance, couldn't see what those words were.

That square writing format, I know, seems to be ancient traditional characters?

At this time, Fang Zheng, who had been paying close attention to the details of the scholar, finally noticed more details, and the scholar had long braids......

"This is ......" Fang Zheng already had a guess in his mind about the scholar's era.

Rustle rustle......

At this time, the scholar in the opposite cell continued to carve blood letters on the wall with his fingers......

Fang Zheng temporarily called this scholar who kept carving with his fingers a mad scholar.

Fang Zheng lowered his head and groaned, intending to greet the mad scholar in the opposite cell, probing the other party and asking where this is?

As a result, the mad scholar kept his back to him, except for obsessing with the lettering, as if he had not heard his voice, as if he had not heard it.

"Ahem, ahem......"

At this moment, the gloomy dungeon suddenly sounded a continuous painful cough like a sick torment, and the sound of pain was far away, not from the mad scholar who was directly opposite him.

Fang Zheng stood behind the iron fence, trying to find the source of the painful cough through his limited perspective.

The left and right compartments of the madman scholar, looking over in more than a dozen intervals, there was no one, and these examination room compartments were empty, except for dust, there was nothing.

The cell on his side was tightly separated by a wall, and he didn't even know if there was a neighbor living next door.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

The painful coughing continued, and it kept going, as if he didn't cough out his lungs and vowed not to give up.

Ahem... Poof!

A mouthful of thick blood spat out and splattered all over the ground, and through the direction of the blood on the ground, Fang Zheng finally saw where the coughing sound came from.

That person was actually another scholar from the opposite scientific examination room.

The scientific examination scholar, almost a hundred meters away from the mad scholar opposite him, was really too far away, except for a pool of blood on the ground, Fang Zheng couldn't see the situation of the candidate behind the cubicle.

Fang Zheng temporarily named the candidate tuberculosis scholar.

At this time, two braided scholars suddenly appeared out of thin air, Fang Zheng felt that this could never be a coincidence, it must be some wedge that triggered the change, and it is likely that there will be new changes next.

Fangzheng's conjecture was soon fulfilled.

The long, quiet and gloomy dungeon, inexplicably heard the sound of the husband beating the guard... The sound of striking, the sound of gongs, and the shrill voice of the gentry who seems to be gloating and laughing, are rapidly coming from far and near.

"The immortals and Buddhas have not yet succeeded, and they only know that the night is uneven......"

"Dust to dust, soil to soil, life and death have a fate, no matter how brilliant, but a loess, a handful of green and gray ......"

"Useless is a scholar......"

Strange poetry and collocation, mixed with the shrill voice of the husband, are sung in this claustrophobic dungeon, setting off the environment with a more eerie atmosphere.

Fang Zheng stood behind the iron fence, trying to look in the direction of the husband, and cursed in his heart, what the hell is this place?

In the end, it's still not the yin world he is familiar with?

How did he act alone and go to the yin once, but he won the jackpot......

Finally, the husband approached, and Fang Zheng finally saw what the so-called husband looked like!