Outside the cell is a row of long corridors, with dim candlelight dancing on the stone walls of the corridors, the corridors are very long, very long, very long.
It's so long that I can't see where I came from.
There is no end in sight.
On both sides of the narrow, dark, and damp corridor, there are prison cells. Just as Fang Zheng was about to take a closer look at the surrounding environment, he froze for a moment.
The architectural style of the prison cells here is not uniform. The prison cell on his side is made of stone bars and a fence is attached, but the cell on the opposite side is a very simple, dilapidated wooden room, separated by single rooms... It doesn't look like a prison cell, but it looks like the imperial examination room often seen on ancient costume TV
One side is the prison cell, the other is the examination room, what a weird place...
Facing the huge contrast between before and after, Fangzheng muttered.
But no matter whether it was the prison cell or the compartment of the examination room opposite, they all had one thing in common, that is, there was no one there.
Not a single person.
He seemed to be the only one in this dark dungeon.
Shaking his head and forcibly interrupting his thoughts, Fang Zheng put aside these details for the time being, and began to explore the world in this dimly lit dungeon, looking for a way to get out of the cell as soon as possible.
But the next problem came, no matter what Fang Zheng tried, he couldn't get out of this cell.
He was here, as if he had been stripped of all his strength, and he couldn't even break through the most ordinary-looking iron fence.
In other words, it's not that his strength disappeared, but that the confinement of this place is too strong, so strong that even he won't be able to break through for a while.
Boom!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Fangzheng was like a violent beast caught behind the iron fence of the zoo, bumping into the iron fence in front of him again and again, but his efforts were always in vain.
In this dark underground space that lost the sun, the moon, and time as a reference, the meaning of time began to gradually blur... Fangzheng didn't know how long he had been bumping, and he had to stop until he was exhausted.
Even after being exhausted, Fangzheng still didn't give up hope of escape. He began to meditate over and over again on the concept of spiritual martial arts and magic apes, trying to break through the illusion, hoping that everything in front of him was fake.
But the facts once again proved that he once again made useless efforts.
Fangzheng frowned.
He didn't do any more useless work, and began to sit down calmly, look around carefully, and think about the way out.
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The existence of time is to dilute people's nostalgia for past memories.
And when there is no time reference in the dungeon, the existence of all memories becomes meaningless.
Fang Zheng didn't know how long he had been trapped here.
Time seems to be diluting the blurred lines between reality and fiction...
Apart from him, there was no other person in sight. It was always quiet and dead, like a dark dungeon of a tomb that had been abandoned for a long time. Suddenly there was a rustling sound of grinding.
Fangzheng, who was sitting on the floor regardless of the dirt on the floor, suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction of the sound!
As a result, I saw that in the wooden compartment opposite his cell, there was a man who looked like a scholar standing out of nowhere. The scholar was thin and thin, and his back was facing him. The rustling sound heard before It wasn't the sound of writing the answer sheet in the examination room, but the scholar with his back turned to him, like a madman, carving words on the wooden wall with his fingernails.
Even if the nails were broken and the flesh and blood on the fingertips were smoothed, he didn't care.
The person continued to carve lines of blood on the hard wooden board with his fingers as if he felt no pain.
Due to the darkness of the dungeon environment, coupled with the small blood characters, Fang Zheng, who was at a distance, couldn't make out what those characters were.
The square and square writing format, I only know that it seems to be ancient traditional Chinese characters
At this time, Fang Zheng, who had been paying close attention to the details of the scholar, finally noticed more details. The scholar had long braids...
"This is..." Fangzheng already had a guess about the era of the scholar.
rustle...
At this time, the scholar in the opposite cell was still carving blood on the wall with his fingers...
For the time being, Fangzheng referred to this scholar who kept carving with his fingers as a lunatic scholar.
Fangzheng lowered his head and pondered for a while, intending to say hello to the lunatic scholar in the opposite cell, to test him out, and to ask where is this place
As a result, except for obsessing over engraving, the lunatic scholar kept his back to him, as if he hadn't heard his voice, as if he hadn't heard it.
"Cough, cough cough..."
At this time, in the dark dungeon, there was a continuous painful cough that sounded like suffering from illness. The sound of pain was far away, and it did not come from the lunatic scholar who was right opposite him.
Fangzheng stood behind the iron fence, trying to find the source of the painful coughing sound through a limited viewing angle.
The left and right compartments of the lunatic scholar, there are more than a dozen compartments, and there is no one. These examination room compartments are all empty, except for dust, there is nothing.
And the cell on his side was strictly separated by walls, and he couldn't even see whether there were neighbors living next door to him.
"Cough cough cough..."
The painful coughing sound continued, and it kept on coughing, as if he would not stop until he coughed out his lungs.
Cough cough... puff!
A mouthful of thick blood was spit out and splashed all over the ground. Through the direction of the blood on the ground, Fang Zheng finally saw where the coughing sound came from.
That person was actually another scholar from the opposite scientific examination room.
The scientific examination student was about 100 meters away from the lunatic scholar opposite him. The distance was too far. Except for a pool of blood on the ground, Fang Zheng couldn't see the situation of the candidates behind the cubicle at all.
For the time being, Fangzheng named the examinee the scholar with tuberculosis.
At this time, two ancient science examination scholars suddenly appeared out of thin air. Fangzheng felt that it was absolutely impossible to be a coincidence. Some kind of wedge must have caused the change, and there was a possibility that there would be new changes in the future.
Fangzheng's conjecture was quickly fulfilled.
In the long, damp, and dark dungeon, there is an inexplicable sound of the watchman's beating... The sound of beating, the beating of the gong, combined with the shrill voice of the watchman who seems to be gloating, is rapidly moving from a distance to coming soon.
"Immortals and Buddhas have yet to complete both, I only know that the lonely night is not peaceful..."
"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, life and death have their destiny, no matter how brilliant, but a handful of loess, a handful of green ash..."
"A useless person is a scholar..."
The strange combination of poems, mixed with the shrill voice of the watchman, is sung in this claustrophobic dungeon, making the environment even more eerie.
Standing behind the iron fence, Fangzheng tried to look in the direction of the watchman, while cursing inwardly, what the hell kind of place is this
Is it still the shadowy world he is familiar with
How could he get a big prize by acting solo once, but by chance...
Finally, the watchman approached, and Fangzheng finally saw what the so-called watchman looked like!
(end of this chapter)