The sky prison is not seen all year round, only oil lamps are lit in the aisle.

It is dark and gloomy, and it is difficult to distinguish between day and night.

The prisoner just came in and recorded scratches on the wall. The time had been too long, or the wall was covered with drawings, and he no longer had the energy to calculate his days.

After all, there are too few people who are alive to go out of the Heavenly Prison!

Zhou Yi remembers the prisoner who was meditating. His surname is Su and his surname is said to have been a literary master from Jiangnan.

Because he wrote poems that disobeyed the present, the Jinyiwei was investigated. Somehow, he found evidence of the murder of the family servants and was imprisoned in the heavenly prison according to the law.

If a family member gives away money, you can drink more spoonful of porridge every meal!

Maybe one day when the new king ascended the throne and the world would be released.

"No wonder I have such a good mentality!"

Zhou Yi distributed the porridge and walked out along the prison cell.

The sound goes from far to near.

At first it was noisy, and then it turned into a shout of big and small, and obedient voice was playing money.

Fengyang has been established for three hundred years, and the dynasty should have many common problems, such as Your Majesty's request for the birthday gift, and the government is corrupt and the military preparations are loose.

The rules of the Tianlao were no longer as strict as those of Taizu, otherwise Zhou Yi would not be able to attract the diseased seedlings.

Most of the prison guards who are rated for thousands of jailers are empty and have no one to see, and a few of the lieutenants who come to the office are drinking and playing money every day.

Zhou Yi compares the rules in history books and the current situation in Fengyang Kingdom, and it is likely that the dynasty will change.

"Xiao Yizi finished delivering the meal? Come and play with him!" The voice of the mission plucked Zhang Zhou, awakening Zhou Yi from his feelings.

I saw Zhang Zhou constantly blowing air into his palm, which seemed to increase the domino points.

Zhang Zhou was a clerk who was a member of the Tianzhuo, and was not a member of the rank of Zhou Yi. He was a direct superior and had a good relationship with the deceased Zhou father.

Zhou Yi shook his head, one is that he is cautious by nature and is not easy to gamble, and the other is that he has no money.

The predecessor bought medicine every day to nourish the body, and spent all the money at home, but it was useless, allowing Lan Xing's soul to occupy the body.

Standing behind Zhang Zhou and watching for a while, the gameplay similar to Paijiu was played by Niu.

Boring, boring!

Zhou Yi calmed down and thought about how to practice in the future.

Even if there is the fruit of immortality, you cannot give up cultivating immortals. If you encounter a demon demon who plunders the population one day, or the immortals fight to destroy a city.

Natural disasters and man-made disasters cannot be avoided by caution alone.

Immortality is the fruit of Tao, and cultivating immortality is the art of protecting Tao!

"I have never heard of the method of cultivating immortals in my memory, and I don't even know the theory of immortals. I have only heard that martial arts are divided into internal energy and body training. For specific things, I have to go to the martial arts hall to inquire."

Cultivating immortality is for immortality. Zhou Yi has already achieved the fruit of Taoism, but he will not lose his roots and go on adventures in order to seek immortality.

Therefore, you can only choose martial arts for the time being!

"Do you make a lot of money first to improve your life? If you don't get soap and cement, you can also do saltpeter ice-controlled greenhouse..."

"Or plagiarize some poems, songs, and you will have reputation, and you will have money..."

“No more…”

"Forget it for now, there is a yard in Shenjing. Tianzhuo is in charge of food. Don't make any troubles due to some money."

Zhou Yi did not believe in the ancient business environment. In a purely official society, he had no foundation but had a large sum of money. Pure is a pig to be slaughtered.

At this time.

A clerk came outside and said something to Captain Niu.

The lieutenant is an official position in Tianlao. He is from the ninth rank and is in charge of ten sub-dogs, who manage ten prisoners.

Niu Su can take charge of a hundred people according to the rules. If there are too many people who are entrusted with empty salary today, there are only twenty or thirty prison guards under his command, and they are often unsuccessful.

"Brothers, I'm alive."

Niu Su threw the domino on the table and said, "Mr. Lei ordered that the thief who was locked up a few days ago must be interrogated and sealed today so as not to delay the killing."

Lord Lei’s name is Lei Hu, and he is appointed as the Si Prison. He is not considered an imperial guard guarding outside. He can be said to be the largest official in the Heavenly Prison.

"I'll do it, I'll do it!"

Zhang Zhou's eyes were a little red, and the light shadow was shaking, as if he was an evil ghost.

"I'm so angry today. I lost all my money. I must vent my anger with this guy!"

While talking.

More than a dozen people walked towards the torture room.

Zhou Yi hesitated for a while and followed.

The thief was in Room 12. He opened the prison door and there was a man hanging upside down inside, with blood on his face unable to see his appearance.

Zhou Yi followed the crowd, perhaps because he had seen a lot in his memory. He did not feel any nausea and vomiting when he saw the man's miserable appearance.

Zhang Zhou poured water to wake up the man, and without asking questions, he directly swung the whip and whipped it hard.

Slap sex!

With a sound, there was a blood mark on the man's body.

The whip was stained with salt water, which irritated the wound, and the man screamed in pain.

Zhou Yi only saw clearly that the man's mouth was gone and his tongue was half broken. How could he confess his guilt?

Captain Niu sat upright on the chair of the Grand Master, slowly savored the tea, and whispered to the clerk who was responsible for recording.

A dozen people around watched the man suffer, either looking cheerful, or ignoring, or betting that the prisoner could hold on for several rounds.

After a long time.

Zhang Zhou was tired of whipping the whip, so he picked up the red soldering iron and pressed it casually on the man.

Sizzle!

A burnt smell came out, and the man was already dying, leaving only an instinctive humming sound.

Captain Niu stopped Zhang Zhou from continuing to torture: "Don't kill the person!"

The clerk had finished writing the interrogation process and picked up the man's palm without having to touch the cinnabar. He left a clear bloody handprint on the confession letter.

Iron evidence is as strong as a mountain, confession is unabashed!

Zhou Yi whispered to the prison guard next to him: "Uncle Ye, what crime did this man commit? He doesn't look like a magistrate."

"This thief is a gangster, nicknamed Feihong Swordsman or something."

"Half a year ago, the drought in Yuzhou caused a death to starve many people. This guy led his men to attack the granary and killed more than a dozen grain merchants, even the county magistrate cut his head."

Ye Laoqi said: "The Jinyiwei tracked her for half a year and finally caught her. She beheaded directly!"

Green forest hero!

This is the first thought of Zhou Yi. In ancient times, droughts were in a mild case of starvation, and in severe cases, children were ateful.

A man opened a warehouse and released grain, saving countless lives!

Captain Niu took the confession letter and looked at it, nodding slightly: "The White Lotus Sect rebels gathered to cause trouble, killed officials and rebelled! I remember to feed him a good life and ask for a killing in a month, at least I will live."

Zhang Zhou said: "Don't worry, sir, Xiao Yizi is doing things safely."

"Sir, do you want to feed some good ones?"

Zhou Yi bowed to take the order, and looked at the man's miserable appearance. He was tortured to the point of being a human, and he didn't feel like he could survive a month after drinking porridge.

Captain Niu waved his hand: "No need to worry, this thief is a top expert in the world, but he is not so easy to die."

really.

In the evening, Zhou Yi came over with a bucket of rice. The man had recovered his energy and his eyes were wide open.

The black and purple wound on his face and the blood-red whip marks on his body not only did not look weak, but instead he had a more fierce aura.

Zhou Yi did not dare to get close, so he scooped a spoon of porridge and poured it into the man's mouth. However, the other party struggled with his mouth closed and accidentally poured it into his nostrils.

"Cough cough cough!" The man coughed constantly.

"Hero, we are just a mere yamen runner, don't make things difficult for you."

"State...dog...stick!"

The man's tongue was half broken and he couldn't speak clearly.

Zhou Yi put down his meal bucket and went outside to take a look. The left and right prison cells were empty, and the jailers all went to touch the cards.

Return to the man and bow to him.

"The hero is willing to help the victims without hesitation. Now he is imprisoned, but he should not give up on himself. Even if he is on the guillotine, he can still have the strength to curse the court!"

When the man heard this, he remained silent for a long time and slowly opened his mouth.

Zhou Yi helped the man wipe the rice and blood from his face. He carefully poured the rice into the spoon so that he would not pour it into his nose again.
Chapter completed!