Yongdu.

Prison.

Fang Zheng woke up faintly, opened his eyes, and the scene in front of him made him stunned.

A dark hallway, with a hanging oil lamp on one side of the wall and a cell on the other.

In the cells, lying on straw mats are unkempt criminals.

A smell came in, and in an instant, Fang Zheng was conscious.

Looking down at himself, he was dressed in black and had a long knife hanging from his waist.

Among the black clothes, there is a large and striking letter.

'Hell,!

Dressed up, like a jailer.

Founder: "?"

Am I dreaming?

Just when his brain was a little down, suddenly, a huge memory was inserted into his mind like a torrent, and quickly merged with his memory.

"Hmm......"

With a muffled snort, Fang Zheng's face changed in an instant, his body was leaning against the wall, and his face was very ugly.

"Dayong Dynasty...... Nineteenth year of the Apocalypse...... Yongdu City ...... The Jailer of the Heavenly Prison ......"

Fused with his memories, Fang Zheng instantly understood where he was.

Looking at the dark corridor, and then at the dim cell, Fang Zheng knew that he had crossed it.

Not only do you know who you are, but you also know what kind of world it is.

This is not the ancient world he is familiar with, but a fairy world full of demons and monsters.

And he is the capital of the Dayong Dynasty, the Heavenly Prison's Bingzi, a jailer of the Heavenly Prison.

The jailers of the prison are hereditary.

Fang Zheng's father was a jailer, who died a year ago, and his mother died when he was a child, inheriting his father's position, Fang Zheng became a prison guard.

Yongdu Heavenly Prison.

There are three levels.

A, B, C!

The criminals held in different levels of prisons are also very different.

But even if it is the lowest C-shaped prison prison, the criminals imprisoned here are all demons and monsters.

There are people and demons!

Journey into a prison guard.

Fang Zheng really didn't expect it.

In this kind of place, all kinds of yin and evil are monstrous, ordinary people are unable to serve as prison guards, and after a long time, the body can't withstand the erosion of yin and evil, and if you are seriously ill, you will definitely ascend to heaven.

Only those with a certain level of cultivation can serve as a prison guard.

And Fang Zheng is a heavenly prison jailer with nine grades of cultivation.

The requirements of the C-shaped prison jailer are not as high as those of A and B.

As the jailer of the B-shaped prison, it is basically the eighth grade that can only be served.

And the A-brand prison is even more terrifying.

The criminals here are all demons and monsters with great mana.

However, before they entered the prison, the cultivation of these criminals had already been abolished.

Piercing the pipa bone, no matter how majestic you were before, here, it's just a small minion.

Knowing the information, Fang Zheng looked at the dark cells, and his face changed unconsciously.

Although the criminals here have been abolished, they are not mortals.

It's not easy to be a jailer here.

"Wonderful World...... But...... It's also full of dangers......"

Exhaling a breath, Fang Zheng muttered to himself.

Retracting his gaze, Fang Zheng turned around and walked towards the outside of the prison.

Step out of the dark corridor and the light shines through.

Above the heavenly dome, the sun hangs in the sky.

But in a place like the Heavenly Prison, which is full of gloom and monstrousness, even if you stand under the sun, you don't feel how warm it is, but in the end it is better than being inside.

His eyes swept away, and not far away, there were a few jailers in black prison uniforms with him, gathering in pairs to chat.

One or two jailers saw Fang Zheng and nodded at him, and Fang Zheng nodded in response.

In the C-shaped prison, there are actually not many jailers, more of them are guards outside.

Each has its own job.

The responsibilities are also different, Fang Zheng is responsible for a series of tasks such as patrolling the prison, guarding prisoners, and delivering meals.

It is divided into two shifts, and Founder is in charge of the day shift.

Nine grades of cultivation, among the many jailers, Fang Zheng is mediocre.

Stepping here, it's basically in Jiupin.

Looking around, Fang Zheng didn't go too far and turned back again.

Occasionally, it is okay to breathe, but the post has to be responsible.

You can touch the fish, but you can't go too far.

Of course, his task is simple, he can rest for a while after a round of inspection.

It's also a fair fishing, better than a guard who has been standing in place.

Walking into the dark corridor, Fang Zheng sat on a stool next to him to rest.

A cold breath came.

I've been here for a long time, and even if I have cultivation, it's not so comfortable.

Sitting on a stool, Fang Zheng bowed his head, thinking about his future plans.

Do it honestly?

It seems that at the moment this is his best option.

Although he is a jailer, he is also a public official.

Food and clothing are not worried.

If you resign from your position, it's not so easy to break through outside, demons and monsters, although this is the imperial capital of the Dayong Dynasty, it is not a completely peaceful place.

"Let's do it first, let's talk about it later."

With a sigh, Fang Zheng gathered his mind and got up.

But as soon as he stood up, Fang Zheng's eyes suddenly froze.

His gaze fell on the prison knife hanging from his waist.

A clear line of font suddenly appeared in Fangzheng's eyes.

It's shining and it's very clear.

[A prison knife containing evil energy, a little sharper than an ordinary knife, if you want to give yourself a knife, ensure that your spirit will be stirred up at once. 】

Founder: "?"

What is it?

My gold finger?

Looking at the font that appeared on the prison knife, Fang Zheng was stunned.

Standing in place, Fang Zheng looked at the font, and only after half a sound did he react.

Looking at the glowing font above the prison knife, Fang Zheng frowned.

Goldfinger ......

But what's the use of this golden finger?

His gaze shifted to his right hand.

[A right hand that can hold a flower hand, because it is often exercised, so it is very flexible. 】

The flooded font is once again in the eye.

Founder: "......"

"Huh?"

"No, I can't see anything clearly?"

In a flash, Fang Zheng came back to his senses and his expression moved.

Insight into all things.

It doesn't seem like much.

But......

What kind of world is this?

A fairy world full of demons and monsters!

If you can see all the object information, it won't be a chicken rib!

Retracting his gaze, Fang Zheng looked up at the first cell, and his eyes fell on the criminals in the cell.

[Xu An, a deacon of the former Ministry of Rites, had an eight-grade cultivation before, and his cultivation was abolished, his consciousness was depressed, and his spirit was a little abnormal, you had better not get too close, maybe he would bite you......]

Founder: "......"

Looking at the font presented, Fang Zheng's heart twitched slightly.

Isn't this ability a bit skinny?

Retracting his gaze, Fang Zheng stepped forward, and walked to the door of the second cell again.

His eyes were on an unkempt criminal in his cell.

With his long hair scattered, sitting on a straw mat and his clothes showing signs of being whipped, the criminals also looked at him as soon as Fang Zheng appeared.

Unlike the first criminal's eyes, this guy's eyes are a little sharp.

Looking at Fang Zheng, he licked the corners of his mouth, although his expression was haggard, there was a wisp of evil in his eyes.

At the door of the cell, Fang Zheng looked at the font that appeared above the criminal's head.

[Wu Mingfei, the original seven-grade cultivator, a demon from the Heaven and Earth Sect, cultivates demon magic, kills people, likes to torture and kill people to death, has a hobby of Longyang, his evil aura is likely to make your spirit impacted, you better be careful. 】

Founder: "......"

Looking at the criminal in front of him, his heart twitched, and his stomach was churning.

Long Yang has a hobby, this is a!

Vomit......

Looking at the criminal's eyes, Fang Zheng almost didn't spit it out.

"Brother Zheng, I'm hungry."

Looking at Fang Zheng, the hoarse voice of the criminal sounded.

"You don't want to eat today."

Fang Zheng's face was cold, he left a sentence and walked to the third cell.

Wu Mingfei: "......?"