Today, the Ming Dynasty is no longer as strict in rules as it was when the country was founded. Not to mention the corruption in the court and the corruption of the officials, even the armament of the capital's prison has long been lax and unsightly.

During the day, they can still look presentable.

But at night, the bad habits he has acquired over the past two hundred years are exposed.

As we all know, Tianlao is a prison in the capital directly controlled by the imperial court. The prisoners in the prison are all severely punished prisoners. These prisoners are either losers in political struggles or truly vicious villains.

Of course the latter does not need to be elaborated in too much detail.

But the former is different. They are often well-dressed and well-off people. Imprisoned in such a dark hell, it is easy for them to tell some secrets that are not humane to outsiders when they have a mental breakdown.

In order to prevent these secrets from leaking out, the big shots outside the prison had some thoughts on the jailer in this prison.

As a result, the profession of jailer has become an iron rice bowl passed down from generation to generation.

For two hundred years, it has basically been passed down from father to son, and from son to grandson.

Except for the occasional gilding of the top positions by outsiders, the middle and bottom positions below have basically remained unchanged.

It can be said that the jailers in Tianlao are basically a small independent society. The jailers have been intermarried with each other for generations, and their relationship has long been more than just colleagues and colleagues. Everyone is related to each other.

Therefore, even the lowest-ranking pawn can chat and laugh happily with the ninth-grade captain.

Seeing the young man walking into the room, the shirtless man sitting there with a big golden sword on the card table laughed and greeted the young man affectionately.

"Xiao Liu, have you finished your night patrol? Come over here and play a few tricks!"

"Come here, come here!"

As soon as the young man opened his mouth, someone immediately stood up and gave up their seat.

As he sat down, he asked with a smile: "Uncle Zhou, how are you feeling today?"

The smile on the shirtless man's face froze, and he said with a pessimistic look: "Don't mention it, my luck is a bit bad today, I lost all my drinking money this week, don't talk about this, hurry up and deal the cards, this card table will be replaced.

It’s time for my luck to change!”

The surrounding jailers laughed loudly when they heard this and started making fun of him.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound outside the iron door.

But the noise was so slight that no one inside the door noticed it.

Immediately afterwards, the iron door of the night watch room slowly opened, and lively sounds poured from the room into the dark and silent corridor.

Everyone who was playing cards froze and turned to look at the door.

All sounds disappeared at this moment, leaving only the creaking sound of the iron door slowly opening.

Fortunately, the person who walked in was the prison guard who had been waiting at the end of the corridor day and night.

He actually stood up!

The young man named Liu was a little shocked, and then suddenly discovered that the prison leader was so tall when he stood up.

Seeing him sitting at the end of the corridor, the young man surnamed Liu thought he was a short old man!

The cell leader was wearing the blue-black narrow-sleeved shorts of an ordinary jailer and a starched soap turban. He had cloudy eyes and an ordinary appearance. He was about forty or fifty years old. He looked like an extremely ordinary jailer.

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But when the jailers on duty in the night room saw this man, no one dared to speak again.

Only the shirtless man named Zhou swallowed his saliva and stood up with courage.

"Mr. Li, why are you so interested in coming to visit this junior?"

"..."

The prison head slowly turned his head and looked at him with his cloudy eyes.

It was this look that made the man named Zhou feel a little creepy. He quickly bowed his head to show respect and did not dare to say a word.

Soon, the prison boss turned around and walked to the prison without saying a word.

None of the many jailors present dared to stop him, they could only watch him disappear into the darkness.

Everyone in the night watch room breathed a sigh of relief.

The young man surnamed Liu was a newcomer who had just taken over from his father's class. He had been working in the prison for only a month and was not familiar with the situation here, so he asked in a low voice: "Uncle Zhou, Grandpa Li's eyes are a bit scary.

, but there’s no need to be so scared, right?”

"Young boy, what do you know?"

The man surnamed Zhou glared at him, then looked back at the prison to confirm that the cell leader was not there, then he pulled the young man surnamed Liu over, leaned into his ear and whispered: "You brat, please remember this.

Mr. Li is the anchor of our Tianlao, Optimus Prime. Anyone can be lost in this Tianlao, but Mr. Li cannot be lost."

"ah?"

Seeing that the young man didn't understand, the man named Zhou snorted and explained with some pride and showoff.

"Thirteen years ago, there was a famous thief in the world. It is said that his Qinggong has reached the realm of enlightenment. He has entered the palace several times. His confidante is a secret agent of Dongyi, lurking in the capital, trying to steal the Ming Dynasty's weapons and equipment.

The shipbuilding blueprints were later discovered and taken to the sky prison. The thief was also incredible. He secretly sneaked into the sky prison for the sake of beauty and wanted to rob the prison."

"None of the guards at the time could spot him until he met Mr. Li outside the cell..."

The young man listened with rapt attention. Seeing Uncle Zhou's tone paused here, he couldn't help but asked anxiously: "What next?"

"I don't know!" The man surnamed Zhou spread his hands and said in a faint tone, "No one knows what happened that night. They only know that the thief's head was hanging at the door of the prison the next day."

"hiss--"

The young man took a deep breath, and when he looked at the Tianlao again, there was only awe and admiration in his eyes.

"It turns out that Grandpa Li is so powerful!"

"It's really awesome!"

Outside the iron gate, Lin Zhongtian leaned against the wall and nodded in agreement.

He was clearly following behind the young jailer, relying on the way his footsteps perfectly coincided with the other person's to safely pass through the corridor. He also took advantage of the Byakugan-like perspective to avoid the sight of the jailer behind the wall, and abruptly followed the gazes of all the jailers.

He sneaked into the sky prison in the blind area of ​​his vision, but the prison leader was still aware of his existence.

Lin Zhongtian was very sure that he had not seen him.

The reason why the other party was able to discover him relied entirely on his perception of danger and the warrior's sixth sense.

"No wonder this cell leader can detect my existence. It turns out he is a peerless master hidden in the sky prison..."

Lin Zhongtian sighed in his heart.

Now that he was discovered, Lin Zhongtian had no choice but to kill the old man.

To be honest, Lin Zhongtian didn't plan to kill him originally, because it would definitely alert the enemy and disrupt the prison robbery plan of Jin Yichuan, Ding Xiu and others, but he didn't expect that this guy actually had a tumor in his head.

The palm that I thought could only knock him out actually killed him directly.

No wonder this guy's eyes are cloudy, his movements are slow, and he looks like he's suffering from Alzheimer's disease. It turns out he really has a brain disorder...

If he had known this, Lin Zhongtian would not have taken action so decisively.

Thinking of this, Lin Zhongtian couldn't help but sigh, thinking that no matter what, he would turn on the white-eye-like perspective the whole time next time to prevent such a coincidence from happening again.

There was no other way, Lin Zhongtian could only temporarily control the prison head's body with gray mist.

In order to save the fog, Lin Zhongtian did not completely take over the prisoner's brain, but only controlled the part about the body. This cost less fog and lasted shorter.

A rough calculation shows that it can only last about seven or eight days, which is exactly the time limit for Ding Xiu and others to rob the prison.
Chapter completed!