"Whoop......"

"Whoop......"

Since yesterday, Li Qingfeng has always felt a heavy stone pressed on his chest, and whether he is walking or sitting down to rest, he has always felt a little out of breath.

At this moment, Li Qingfeng looked at the bronze mirror in front of him.

In the mirror is a sixteen or seventeen-year-old young man, with a slender body and a handsome face, which is simply a true portrayal of the poem Mo Shangren Ruyu.

But his face was extremely pale, and there was a strange rich black light on his pale cheeks.

"His face was dark, dull and pale as paper......

"It's only been less than ten days."

"Is the fierce aura and demonic aura in the heavenly prison actually having such a great impact on the human body? In such a short period of time, I almost became a tuberculosis ghost? ”

"If it goes on like this, I'm afraid I don't have to wait for a big event like the demon robbery to happen, and I'm going to follow in the footsteps of that cheap dad and die?"

He's a traverser.

The predecessor was also called Li Qingfeng.

On the day of the crossing, Li Qingfeng's only relative in this other world, the cheap father, had already been buried.

It is also true that the confusion he has just crossed over is considered by almost everyone to be unable to withstand this blow.

Immediately afterwards, Li Qingfeng became a glorious prison guard in accordance with the rules of the Tang Dynasty jailer's father's death and son's substitution.

As soon as you cross over, you can get the compilation directly.

Li Qingfeng was very happy at first, after all, he didn't have to do a small town to do the involution, and the jailer had a lot of oil and water.

A jailer's money and oil and water can easily feed a family of three.

But it wasn't until he learned one after another why his cheap dad died before he was forty years old, and learned what kind of place the prison was, that he regretted it.

The prison is not a prison in a previous life.

This world is not a normal world either.

This is a world where martial arts can channel gods and demons cause chaos.

In the thirty years of the reign of the current emperor alone, there have been no less than 20 demonic robberies in this prison......

Every time the demon robbed the prison, the prison guards were the first to bear the brunt of the unlucky ghosts, and before the jailers even understood what was happening, almost all of them died under the demons' unbelievable methods.

Even if he was lucky enough not to die in this kind of demon prison disaster, the surviving jailer would be like his cheap father, unknowingly dying of serious illness under the erosion of the fierce and evil aura of this heavenly prison.

You must know that this prison stood here at the beginning of the establishment of the Tang Dynasty, and it was the place where the court held death row prisoners and felons.

Countless demons and murderers have been detained here.

The age of the prison is the same as that of the Tang Dynasty, which is 771 years.

Over the years, the evil aura of ferocity, demonic aura, and so on has long been deeply rooted in this heavenly prison, and it is as rich as death.

In addition, it was cold and damp on this day, and there was no daylight.

Staying in such an environment all year round, the body is corroded by these fierce and demonic qi, which will naturally damage the internal organs, and the lifespan and even fertility may be affected by this.

According to statistics, the average life expectancy of a prison jailer is less than 30 years old, and even the jailers who have escaped several prison robberies, and the longest-lived ones can hardly live past the age of 50.

Some jailer families have even died long ago because of this, and there is no one to inherit the hereditary system.

"This body was originally affected by the ferocious aura of the cheap daddy, so it has a birth defect...... With this situation now, I'm afraid that in a few years, I will also burp with it. ”

"At that time, the Li family will also be completely extinct, and the hereditary replacement will be no one to inherit it......"

"How could I have accepted this high-risk profession so happily at that time?"

"But then again, this is the jailer's family, similar to the craftsman's family of the ancient dynasty in the previous life, and the people of the family who are in the jailer's family can only be jailers for generations."

"If I dare to escape from this industry, I am afraid that tomorrow I will return to the prison as a prisoner and wait for the autumn queen to be beheaded."

Li Qingfeng changed into the jailer's standard robe with a heavy heart, and kept thinking about the possibility of breaking the game in his mind.

"If you can't resign, if you don't want to die early, then there is only one way out of martial arts."

This is the world of martial arts.

Although the people Li Qingfeng saw in the past few days have not behaved very well, those martial arts prisoners who are said to be strong in martial arts are still tortured by the ordinary people of the heavenly prison so that they don't look like people and ghosts.

"It is said that if the martial arts are cultivated to a certain level, they can easily achieve the level of invading all evils and diseases."

"And being a jailer in this prison, in addition to the erosion of the fierce and demonic aura, there are also prison robberies from time to time. Only by being surrounded by martial arts can there be a greater chance of survival. ”

The more he thought about it, the more Li Qingfeng felt that there was no problem with this line of thinking.

But after thinking about it, he fell silent again.

There was barely one martial artist in the eighteen generations of the Li family, and he was just a martial artist in the Blood Qi Realm.

In other words, there is no family tradition of martial arts.

And his body is congenitally defective, and it is impossible for any martial artist to take a fancy to his qualifications and teach him martial arts.

Even if there is really a martial artist who is willing to teach him, his little jailer's income is okay to support his family, but the conditions for practicing martial arts are far from enough.

"It's still a dead end!"

The light in Li Qingfeng's eyes dimmed.

Just when Li Qingfeng was worried about his future, he had already arrived at the prison.

"Little calendar! Hurry up! ”

Li Qingfeng raised his head, only to see a thin middle-aged jailer with a face paler than him standing there looking at him.

This is Zhang San.

is Li Qingfeng's cheap father's former friend, and thanks to Zhang San's care these days, Li Qingfeng can be more smoothly familiar with the duties of the jailer.

"Uncle Zhang! Here it comes. ”

Li Qingfeng quickly walked up.

Zhang San just stretched out his hand to let him follow, and then turned around and walked directly towards the deeper cell.

Li Qingfeng quickly followed.

The road was dark and damp, and the air was filled with some strange and unpleasant smells.

After about a cup of tea, the two arrived in front of a cell.

The cells here are made of pillars made of steel melted into water.

Each pillar has the thickness of a bowl.

Looking through the gap between the pillars, a prisoner sat in a corner of the darkened cell.

Then

Zhang San opened his mouth and said, "You wait here, I'll go in and bring the prisoner out." ”

Li Qingfeng said very respectfully: "Yes! ”

Zhang San opened the cell door and walked in.

There was a sound of Suosuo, and after a while, Zhang San walked out, dragging a person.

A prisoner in a prison uniform.

The prisoner was half-dead, and was dragged out by Zhang San with his left hand, and then put his foot on the prisoner's back and rolled directly in front of Li Qingfeng.

A strong smell of blood and rancid stench permeated.

Li Qingfeng looked through the light of the torch on the wall, and saw that there was almost no place on the prisoner's body without scars, and the location of his descendants was even bloodstained, and even maggots were crawling.

Seeing this scene, Qing Feng's scalp was numb and his crotch was cold.

So ruthless!

Zhang San: "Take the handle and drag it to the torture room." ”

"Yes!"

The two of them grabbed one of the prisoner's arms and dragged them forward, leaving a terrible trail of blood and a few maggots rolling wildly on the ground they passed.

"Uncle Zhang, what did this person do? It's so miserable that you still have to be dragged to the punishment? ”

"Miserable?"

Zhang Sanmian: "Compared to what he did, this is not miserable!" ”

"This guy's real name is Liu Sanzhong, nicknamed Flower Butterfly, and he is also a well-known flower thief in the rivers and lakes, and this person is extremely perverted in his heart, not to mention the thousands of women from good families who have been harmed by him over the years, there are definitely five or seven hundred people!"

"The Killing Evil Division chased this guy for several years and didn't catch him, and the traps carefully arranged by the Killing Evil Division several times were escaped by this guy, but I didn't expect this guy to be so bold that he actually hit Xiangguo's daughter half a month ago......"

"That's the Xiangguo Mansion with a lot of masters!"

"Do you still think that such a thief is miserable even if he dies a thousand times?"

Li Qingfeng tilted his head to look at the flower thief who was dragged to the ground.

This turned out to be a flower thief?

"He deserves to be killed! It's time to be put to death! ”

Zhang San: "Okay! You don't have to go into the torture room, lest you turn around and be scared and ask for leave, just wait at the door. ”

"Yes! Uncle Zhang! ”

As the door of the torture chamber closed, a terrible howl was heard from inside.

There is even the smell of barbecue.

Fortunately, he has been working in the prison for more than two days, and Li Qingfeng will no longer vomit out the dinner of the first day as he did on the first day.

About half an hour later,

With a creak, the door to the torture chamber opened.

Zhang San dragged the flower thief out, and directly kicked the limp and inhuman-looking flower thief to Li Qingfeng's side.

"Dogs! It's full of maggots and blood! ”

"Xiaoli, you put this person back in the No. 13 cell."

Li Qingfeng was slightly stunned: "Me? I'm going alone? ”

Zhang San: "What are you afraid of!" This purchase has been tossed like this, even a three-year-old child can easily handle him. ”

"Go, go, go! Don't grind! After closing the torture room, there is other work! ”