Dark, damp and stinking.

Or the stench of rotting wounds on people's bodies, or the jailers who deliberately urinated on the prison doors, or the food that had already been rancid.

It is dark and isolated.

Piercing screams followed.

There is a fresh game circulating among the rich and the young, hunting criminals.

Every day blood fills this place of sorrow.

This is the Great Summer Prison.

The prison is divided into four parts, A, B, C, D, and is located in different locations. A is mostly to imprison demons and evil spirits, B is an official and a repeat offender, and C is mostly a poor person.

Qin Zheng's area is B, and he is being held as a felon.

Qin Zheng was blindfolded along the way, and when he opened his eyes again, he was thrown into his cell like garbage.

Before leaving, Song Kuncheng solemnly explained to the jailer that Qin Zheng could not die, he was going to the capital for a trip, asked his father-in-law, and invited those old heavenly cadres to study Qin Zheng together.

Broken straw mats, accompanied by all kinds of mosquitoes, the blood left by the previous prisoner here has not dried up, and the place has welcomed new residents.

Except for the sturdy iron gate, there are airtight stone walls on all sides, and the narrow ventilation holes are afraid that even rats will not be able to get out.

If you live in this environment for a period of time, even normal people may have problems.

"New, what did you do?

The voice of the old man came from the prison opposite, and through the faint light, it could be seen that it was an old man with gray hair, although he was already thin and imhuman, but his clothes and face were still neat, and it could be judged that this person was by no means a small person before.

Qin Zheng's arrival aroused his curiosity, whether it was in terms of clothing or strength, this kid was an ordinary person, and it stands to reason that he should not be imprisoned in the B-word prison.

"I didn't do anything." Qin replied truthfully, this answer may be a bit outrageous, but it is indeed true.

"Oh, haha, it seems that the person you offended is not simple, young man!" The old man was not surprised.

In addition to the above conditions, there is actually an unspoken rule in B-word prison, and prisoners who offend officials will also be sent here. The Yizi prison was built on the border between Yuzhou and the capital, so that those who were in high positions could come and take revenge.

After listening to the old man's calm words, Qin Zheng began to realize the seriousness of the matter, the feudal dynasty has no human rights, and if there is no crime, he will not be arrested and put in prison? You're still too naïve.

This is a slaughterhouse with no human rights, and I have to find a way to save myself. ’

In this prison, Qin Zheng didn't want to stay longer for a moment, thinking about it carefully, even if it was completely proved that it had nothing to do with the cult, what could it be? Now that he seems to have been treated as a guinea pig by Song Kuncheng, which of the film and television drama experiments has a good end?

He tried to get close to the old man first, and then asked, "Old man, are there many innocent people in this prison?"

The old man smiled, opened the conversation directly, stroked his beard and said:

"That's too much, you remember, people who really have big sins can't live to enter the prison, the prisoner before your cell is because his daughter-in-law was favored by Zhao Wangye's son, and the whole family was arrested in the prison if he didn't agree, and he was all tortured to death yesterday, the place where you are sitting now is probably the position where the guy died, you don't have to move, it was his father who died over there......"

Qin Zheng now wanted this old man to know what it was, and why the stamens of flowers were so big and red.

The old man was very satisfied when he saw Qin Zheng's appearance, and his bad taste was satisfied, so he continued:

"The man in the cell to your left is a lame man, who has been imprisoned for many years before he had time to hide from the wagon.

The one on your right was arrested because he looked like a wanted criminal.

And ......"

Hearing these words, Qin Zheng felt as if he was in hell, like an evil ghost whispering in his ears, and a thousand words were only turned into three words: people eat people.

"What about you, old man?"

"My surname is Tian, and I used to be the head of the martial arts sect under the throne of the national abbot, because I lost the fucking martial arts competition, and the dog's face of the national abbot couldn't hold it and put me in prison, hahahaha." Tian Jiaotou couldn't stop laughing, the years of dark confinement had already made him insane, and he was so angry that he was only crazy.

'Martial arts leader, this is a big man, sure enough, he was not simple before. ’

Qin Zheng nodded, as if he had grasped a life-saving straw, and asked, "Haven't you ever thought about escaping from prison?"

After hearing this, Tian Jiaotou couldn't help laughing even more, as if listening to the Arabian Nights again, he gave a suggestion: "Although Captain Zhu, who is in charge of the B-word prison, has no ability, but he has a backer, you think that you can beat the sword wielder of no less than 100 eight-rank martial artists in the criminal department and Chen Yin, who is a martial artist and a warlock practitioner of the double sixth-grade, can escape, the old man does not have this ability, remember that the loser sits together."

The meaning of joint sitting means that regardless of whether the prisoners around you are involved or not, there can not be a single living mouth within 100 meters of you as the center. ”

After speaking, Tian Jiaotou stopped speaking, as if he was caught in some memories.

In this world, the transcendent has nine grades as the beginning, and one as the pinnacle. The six products are already considered to be the masters, not to mention the six products of the double system?

Qin Zheng didn't speak again, lying on the tattered wooden mat like a wooden chicken.

It's not Nightmare difficulty, it's Hell difficulty.

The reborn self was treated as a cultist in another world, and was pressed into a dark prison.

In the afternoon, the lame man was taken out by the jailer, Qin Zheng watched through the gap, only to see a lame rich young man kicking off the lame man's leg before he could walk a few meters, and this deformed young man was already deformed in his heart.

Knock knock!

The heart was beating incessantly, as clear as thunder in this quiet prison.

I don't know when, this kind of tragedy will also be staged on him.

Speechless.

Until the evening, the lame man was brought back, covered in blood.

The jailers who escorted the lame began to deliver food to the cells, and if these prisoners starved to death, they would not be able to let the eldest young master spend money on entertainment.

Two spoiled steamed buns in a cell, if you are lucky, you may just be rancid, and if you are unlucky, you may still be able to see clear tooth marks of worms and mice.

Just looking at these two steamed buns, Qin Zheng was about to vomit out, as a young man in the new century, when had he ever eaten such a thing?

In his hometown, there was an unparalleled academician, and there was that no one would go hungry and eat bad food.

But right now, that's the only thing that can keep him alive.

Dangdang!

This is the head of Tian Jiao next door knocking on the wall.

'How did the old man, who had been quiet all afternoon, come back to life at supper?' ’

Although Qin Zheng was confused, he still responded and asked, "What's the matter with the old man?"

"Do you want my family's ancestral cultivation techniques and martial arts?"

Burst!

Qin Zheng was so shocked that he almost thought it was an auditory hallucination, you think it's a cabbage, just give it?

In this world, the status of the transcendent is unshakable, and very few people will fall into such a situation like this old man, after all, it is not ordinary people who get him in.

Therefore, the practice of exercises and martial arts can be described as priceless, and a little introductory exercise may cost tens of thousands of taels of silver, which is not at all qualified for ordinary people.

Now you tell him someone wants to send it? The joke wasn't funny.

"Do you want to? The young man gave me a happy word, old man, I don't want you to do anything else, each prisoner has two steamed buns a day, and one of you will be mine in the future, and if you agree, I will teach it to you now. Tian Jiaotou tempted, although he was old, but after all, he was a martial artist, and the amount of food was not comparable to ordinary people at all, otherwise, with the arrogance of the former head of the martial arts sect, how could he take the initiative to get close to them every time a new prisoner came.

It's not for multiple steamed buns.

"Old man, you're not kidding?" Qin Zheng was still a little unconvinced, after all, the value of these two things was really too different. But only by becoming strong can it be possible to escape, and if you don't become strong, there is really no chance of it.

The most important thing in a desperate situation is to find hope, and if you can't grasp the faint light, you can only fall into the darkness forever, and there will be no day to turn over.

"Nature." Tian Jiaotou nodded, saying that he could use his reputation as a martial arts leader to pack a ticket.

In the end, Qin Zheng suspiciously handed over a piece of steamed bread along the gap, if it is a liar, he should buy a lesson.

Tian Jiaotou, who received the steamed bun, immediately swallowed it in two or three mouthfuls, for fear that Qin Zheng would regret it for a while, and then he really began to dictate the cultivation exercises and supernatural powers.

......

Late at night, Qin Zheng began to meditate and practice, Tian Jiaotou's exercises and martial arts were not too difficult, and he remembered it twice as a scholar. Now he's taking action and starting to try.

The nine grades of the warrior are called inscriptions.

The cultivation method of the early stage of the martial artist is very simple, by exhaling the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into the body, and delineating various lines in the body, it is like forming a kind of self-running machine, which can enhance the strength of the martial artist and keep the whole body full of spiritual energy.

The name of the exercises taught by Tian Jiaotou is not bad, it is called Tian Nong Gong, named after the ancestor of the Tian family, but the lines depicted in the flesh and blood look extraordinary, like a sharp sword. Although the principle of different practice exercises is the same, the lines depicted between different exercises are very different, and the superior exercises can store nearly twice as much aura as the inferior exercises.

Of course, a strong martial artist also needs his own continuous cultivation, and a high starting point does not mean that his achievements are high.

Qin Zheng comforted himself like this, how can he manage so much now, what kind of superb exercises, it would be good to have an old man who couldn't walk when he saw steamed buns to give ordinary second-rate exercises.

The aura polluted by the yin qi was cold after entering the body, making Qin Zheng feel as if he had entered an ice cave every time he breathed in, and he couldn't go smoothly after several operations, and the meridians seemed to be pierced by ten thousand needles.

But how could Qin Zheng give up, this was his only chance.

After trying again and again, his whole body froze into blue and purple, and his teeth chattered, and finally he succeeded when he couldn't hold on anymore.

But at the same time, Qin Zheng only felt that his head was so heavy, as if he had been beaten with a stick, and he was groggy.

He could only feel the hot sensation coming from his chest, and he stretched out a piece of jade pendant that emitted light along his clothes.

"Isn't this the jade pendant that my family has inherited? Why did you cross with me? ”

The jade pendant hung in the air, like the center of the vortex, and the aura in the sky was mobilized in an instant, pouring in like a tide, and it greedily absorbed the energy around it.

In the end, everything in front of Qin Zheng's eyes was dark.