Fang Zheng woke up quietly and opened his eyes. The scene in front of him stunned him.
In the dark corridor, oil lamps hung on one side of the wall, and on the other side were cells.
In each cell, unkempt criminals lay on straw mats.
A smell came over him, and in an instant, Fang Zheng regained consciousness.
He looked down at himself and saw that he was wearing black clothes and had a long knife hanging on his waist.
Among the black clothes, there is an eye-catching big character.
'prison,!
He was dressed like a jailer.
Fang Zheng: "?"
Am I dreaming?
Just when his brain was a little down, suddenly, a huge stream of memories entered his mind like a torrent, and quickly merged with his memories.
"Well……"
With a muffled groan, Fang Zheng's expression suddenly changed, and he leaned against the wall with a very ugly look on his face.
"The Great Yong Dynasty...the nineteenth year of the Apocalypse...Yongdu City...the jailer of the Heavenly Prison..."
Fused with memories, Fang Zheng instantly understood where he was.
Looking at the dark corridor and then the dark cell, Fang Zheng knew that he had traveled through time.
Not only do you know your own identity, but you also know what kind of world this is.
This is not the ancient world he is familiar with, but a fairy world full of monsters and monsters.
And he was a jailer at Tianlao No. Bingzi, the capital of the Yong Dynasty.
The jailers of Tianlao are hereditary.
Fang Zheng's father was a jailer and died a year ago. His mother died when he was young. After inheriting his father's position, Fang Zheng became the jailer of the Sky Prison.
Yongdu Tianlao.
There are three levels in total.
A, B, C!
Different levels of prisons imprison very different criminals.
But even in the lowest number C Tianlao Prison, the criminals detained there are all monsters and monsters.
There are people, there are demons!
Travel through time and become a prison guard.
Fang Zheng really didn’t expect it.
In this kind of place, all kinds of evil spirits are overwhelming. Ordinary people cannot serve as jailers in the heavenly prison. Over time, the body will not be able to withstand the erosion of the evil spirits. After a serious illness, one will definitely ascend to heaven.
Only those with a certain level of cultivation can serve as jailers.
And Fang Zheng is a heavenly prison jailer with a ninth-grade cultivation level.
The requirements for prison guards with the font size C are not as high as those with the font sizes A and B.
To serve as a jailer in the Grade B Heavenly Prison, basically only those in the eighth grade can serve.
The Grade A Tianlao is even more terrifying.
The criminals here are all monsters with great powers.
However, before entering the heavenly prison, the cultivation of these criminals had long been abolished.
Pierce the lute bone, no matter how majestic you were before, here you are just a little guy.
After knowing the information, Fang Zheng looked at the dark cells and his expression changed unconsciously.
Although the criminals here have been abolished, they are not mortals.
It's not easy to be a jailer here.
"It's a wonderful world...but...it's also full of dangers..."
After exhaling a breath, Fang Zheng murmured to himself.
Withdrawing his gaze, Fang Zheng turned around and walked towards the outside of the prison.
Stepping out of the dark corridor, light shines through.
Above the sky, the sun hangs in the sky.
But in a place like Tianlao, which is full of evil spirits, even if you stand under the bright sun, you don't feel very warm, but in the end it is better than being inside.
He glanced around and saw that not far away there were several jailors wearing black prison uniforms with him, gathering in groups of two and chatting.
One or two jailers saw Fang Zheng and nodded to him, and Fang Zheng nodded in response.
There are actually not many jailors in No. C Heavenly Prison, but more guards outside.
Everyone performs their duties.
The responsibilities are also different. Fang Zheng is responsible for a series of tasks such as patrolling the prison, guarding prisoners, delivering meals, etc.
It is divided into two shifts, and Fangzheng is responsible for the day shift.
Among the many jailers, Fang Zheng was an average person with a ninth-level cultivation.
Those who step here are basically at the ninth level.
After looking around, Fang Zheng didn't leave too far, so he turned back.
It's okay to get some air occasionally, but you have to be responsible for your position.
You can catch fish, but don't go overboard.
Of course, his task is simple. He patrols for a while and can rest for a while.
It can be regarded as an aboveboard fishing, which is better than the guards who have always stood in place.
Walking into the dark corridor, Fang Zheng sat on a stool nearby to rest.
A cold breath came.
After staying here for a long time, even with cultivation level, it is not that comfortable.
Sitting on the stool, Fang Zheng lowered his head and thought about his future plans.
Keep doing it honestly?
It seems like this is his best option at the moment.
Although he is a jailer, he is still a public official.
No need to worry about food and clothing.
If you resign from your position, it's not that easy to get around outside, with monsters and monsters. Although this is the imperial capital of the Yong Dynasty, it's not a completely peaceful place.
"Do it first and talk about it later."
With a sigh, Fang Zheng gathered his thoughts and stood up.
But when he just stood up, Fang Zheng's eyes suddenly froze.
His eyes fell on the prison knife hanging at his waist.
A line of clear fonts suddenly appeared in Fang Zheng's eyes.
Glowing and very clear.
[A prison knife that contains evil energy is a bit sharper than an ordinary knife. If you want to use it on yourself, I guarantee that your spirit will be lifted up immediately. ]
Fang Zheng: "?"
What's this?
My golden finger?
Looking at the fonts that appeared on the prison knife, Fang Zheng was stunned.
Standing there, Fang Zheng looked at the font. It took him a while to react.
Looking at the glowing fonts above the prison knife, Fang Zheng frowned.
Goldfinger…
But what is the use of this golden finger?
Looking away, Fang Zheng looked at his right hand.
[A right hand that can handle flowers is very flexible because of constant movement.]
The glowing font appears again.
Fang Zheng: "..."
"Um?"
"No, could it be that I can clearly see the information on any item?"
In a sudden moment, Fang Zheng came back to his senses and his expression changed.
Gain insight into all information.
This doesn't seem like much.
But……
What kind of world is this?
A fairy world full of monsters and monsters!
If we could gain insight into all object information, it would not be useless!
Withdrawing his gaze, Fang Zheng looked up at the first cell and cast his eyes on the criminals in the cell.
[Xu An, a former deacon of the Ministry of Rites, previously had an eighth-level cultivation, but his cultivation was abolished. His consciousness is depressed and his spirit is a bit abnormal. You'd better not get too close, maybe he will bite you...]
Fang Zheng: "..."
Looking at the displayed font, Fang Zheng's heart twitched slightly.
Isn’t this ability a bit skinny?
Withdrawing his gaze, he took a straight step and walked to the door of the second cell again.
He looked at an unkempt criminal in the cell.
He had messy long hair and was sitting on a straw mat. There were marks of being whipped on his clothes. As soon as Fang Zheng appeared, the criminal also looked at him.
Different from the first criminal's eyes, this guy's eyes were a bit sharp.
Looking at Fang Zheng, he licked the corners of his mouth. Although his expression was haggard, there was a hint of evil in his eyes.
At the door of the cell, Fang Zheng looked at the font displayed above the criminal's head.
[Wu Mingfei, formerly a seventh-level cultivator, is a demon from the Heaven and Earth Sect. He practices demon magic and is murderous. He likes to torture people to death and has a hobby of Longyang. His evil spirit is likely to shock your spirit. You'd better be careful.
a little.】
Fang Zheng: "..."
Looking at the criminal in front of him, his heart twitched and his stomach was rumbling.
Long Yang’s hobby, he’s such a gay guy!
vomit……
Looking at the criminal's eyes, Fang Zheng almost vomited.
"Brother Zheng, I'm hungry."
Looking at Fang Zheng, the criminal's hoarse voice sounded.
"Don't even think about eating today."
Fang Zheng's face was cold, he said nothing and walked to the third cell.