"Come in."

Li Zhiming replied.

Zhang Zibo walked into the house with the help of the wall, found a bench and sat down.

"Brother Li, I have accomplished my mission. I have found out who Wang Zi is."

"Tell me about it."

Li Zhiming poured two cups of tea and placed them on the old table in the room.

He went over and pulled the curtain hanging on a railing.

"Wang Zi followed a patrol captain from District 8. His name was Jiang Yuan. It was said that he was once a disciple of Baihua Peak. He was arrogant and domineering and often bullied the jailers. The same was true for his subordinates."

"It is said that he also has a relationship with a deacon elder who is in charge of logistics in Xuyuan Prison. Relying on this relationship, he has withheld the salaries of many people. Everyone is angry but dares not speak out." Zhang Zibo said slowly.

"I see."

Li Zhiming narrowed his eyes. His salary had not been paid yet. It was actually withheld by the patrol captain of District 8.

But the people in District 8 actually dared to withhold the salaries of prison guards in other districts. It was really too blatant.

"Thank you for your hard work. This is your reward."

Li Zhiming placed a vitality pill in Zhang Zibo's palm.

"One vitality pill, go back and have a good rest."

"Thank you, Senior Brother Li."

When Zhang Zibo heard that it was the Vitality Pill, he was so excited that his voice trembled.

He quickly stood up, bowed, and left quickly holding the vitality pill.

"Jiang Yuan, a disciple from Baihua Peak..."

"Haha, that bitch is really haunting me!"

Li Zhiming sneered in a low voice. He understood it the moment he heard that Jiang Yuan was a disciple of Baihua Peak.

Wang Zi came here today under the secret instructions of Tian Yaoyao.

This vicious woman, I was so good to her in the past.

Now he has betrayed me for a secret technique and colluded with Qi Yang to slander me, causing me to become a jailer and a disabled person.

Fortunately, I was blessed by God and obtained the corpse collection system.

Otherwise, he would definitely be killed here within a month at most.

Li Zhiming didn't want to think about it anymore. He had experienced too many things today, which consumed a lot of his energy.

It was getting late, it was time for him to have some rest.

Regain your energy to prepare for Tian Yaoyao’s next visit!

…

Area 8, inside the torture chamber.

Bang~!

With a dull thud, Wang Zi flew backwards and hit the wall heavily.

His broken ribs had just been reconnected, and after suffering such a heavy blow, he spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"You're a piece of shit, you can't even handle a useless Li Zhiming, what's the use of you?"

The ferocious-looking man held his waist, and his dark complexion could not hide the anger on his face.

"Senior Brother Jiang, although Li Zhiming's cultivation has been destroyed, his fighting power is still very strong. I am no match for him at all. Cough cough cough..." Wang Zi coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood.

"You know about Junior Sister Tian from Baihua Peak, right?"

"He is a direct disciple, and is expected to become the direct disciple of the head of Baihua Peak. He is the elite among the elites!"

"It was her order to deal with Li Zhiming. If she is not satisfied, who will be responsible for the consequences?"

Jiang Yuan came up to Wang Zi and questioned him in a low voice.

“…”

Wang Zi gritted his teeth, lowered his head and remained silent.

He was also very unhappy in his heart, but he was no match for Li Zhiming.

If there was no other way, how could he be in such a mess today?

"Brother Jiang, let me think of a solution."

"What can you think of with your pig brain?"

Jiang Yuan hit Wang Zi's head hard several times.

"Forget it, just take a rest these few days, and leave the rest to me."

"I have a way to make his life worse than death!" Jiang Yuan said viciously.

In the early morning of the next day, when the first ray of sunlight shone through the high window, Li Zhiming opened his eyes.

After a night's rest, his physical and mental state reached perfect.

The first thing Li Zhiming did after opening his eyes was to practice.

He put on his clothes, sat cross-legged on the bed, and began to practice the Taichu Heart Sutra.

Two hours later, Li Zhiming finished his morning practice and decided to find a job.

As soon as I went out, Zhao Ming came over hurriedly.

"Senior Brother Li, why are you here so early today?" Zhao Ming greeted him with a smile.

"Brother Zhao, is there something that makes you so anxious?"

"Nothing much, just that we need help on the second floor of Xuyuan."

"It is difficult for ordinary jailers to withstand the evil death energy below, so only one layer of jailers are arranged to go down for one or two days a month. However, there is too much staff shortage in Xuyuan Prison, and the people below are urging for people. I have no idea how to arrange it." Zhao Ming replied.

"The second floor of Xuyuan?"

When Li Zhiming heard this, his brows changed slightly.

Frankly speaking, the first level of Xuyuan could no longer meet his requirements.

He had to go deeper to get richer rewards and become stronger.

As for the evil death energy, after practicing the Taichu Heart Sutra, he was no longer afraid of this kind of energy and could come and go freely in it.

Now is a good opportunity to enter deeper into Xuyuan Prison.

But if I asked to go on my own initiative, it would seem too deliberate.

He doesn't want anyone to know his secret.

Just then, a group of people slowly approached from a distance.

There were six people in total, and you could tell they were extraordinary just by looking at their attire and temperament.

Three of them were obviously elders in Xuyuan.

The other three are patrol guards, namely the patrol captains of Districts 8, 9 and 3.

The patrol captain of District 9 is named Wang Qun, who is Zhao Ming’s immediate superior.

"Greetings to the three elders. I am Zhao Ming, a disciple of the District Nine Patrol Guard."

Zhao Ming bowed and gave Li Zhiming a wink.

Seeing this, Li Zhiming also bowed in greeting.

But he didn't say a word.

At this time, it would be best for him, a jailer, to keep quiet.

"How is it, have you found someone?"

“The second floor cannot be managed solely by patrol disciples. Their main focus is training and patrolling. Cleaning cells and handling corpses can be left to the jailers.” The middle-aged man in the lead said calmly.

He was wearing a black and red robe, with a stern look and a strong aura.

Li Zhiming could roughly judge this person's realm.

It is estimated that he is above the fifth rank, and is very likely a fourth rank master!

This should be the person in charge of the first level of Xuyuan. It is said that his name is Jin Fengyun.

The two people behind him were Elder Liu, who was in charge of logistics on the first floor of Xuyuan, and a deacon elder on the second floor of Xuyuan.

"You are the disciple who was demoted to a jailer by the inner sect some time ago, right?"

Jin Fengyun glanced at Li Zhiming again and looked him up and down.

"It is my disciple, my name is Li Zhiming."

"I heard that you were demoted to menial tasks because you colluded with evil heretics, but you were not expelled from the sect. It seems that you have made a great contribution to the sect."

"Regarding this matter, I can only say that it is easy to find excuses to accuse someone of a crime."

Li Zhiming replied in a tone neither humble nor arrogant.

If he hasn't done something, he hasn't done it. He will give the same answer to anyone who comes to him.

"It's easy to find a pretext to accuse someone of something."

Jin Fengyun smiled, his tone slightly heavier.

"Are you Li Zhiming?"

At this time, a dark-skinned man behind them came out and asked.

"Jiang Yuan, do you know him?" asked Elder Liu from the logistics department.

"I don't recognize him. I have only heard of his name. Yesterday, I heard that Li Zhiming had a big fight with other jailers and showed extraordinary fighting power."

"Li Zhiming, is what Jiang Yuan said true?!" Elder Liu's tone became serious.

“…”

Li Zhiming was silent. This black guy turned out to be the patrol captain of District 8, Jiang Yuan.

The old man with a goatee is Elder Liu, who is in charge of logistics and salary distribution.

Jiang Yuan relied on Elder Liu to withhold his own and other prison guards' salaries.

This makes many people angry but dare not speak out.

"Why don't you answer Elder Liu's question?"

Jin Yunfeng looked at Li Zhiming, with a more scrutinizing look in his eyes.

"It's true. Another jailer asked me for my salary. I had no salary, so what could I give him? So a fight broke out."

"How did you win the fight if your cultivation was destroyed?" Elder Liu began to interrogate.

"A lean camel is bigger than a horse. Although my cultivation has been destroyed, my experience and physical foundation are still there. It is too unrealistic for an unqualified martial artist to want to defeat me." Li Zhiming replied slowly.

"So that's how it is. That makes sense." Jin Yunfeng nodded.

At this time, Jiang Yuan said again: "Okay, since you are so powerful and have a solid foundation, District 9 might as well send you to the second floor to help."

"Being able to defeat Wang Zi shows that you are quite strong. You can stay for two more days."

"Captain Wang, what do you think?"

Jiang Yuan looked at the young man in front of him, a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.

This is truly a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. He never expected to encounter it.

No matter how good Li Zhiming's foundation was, his cultivation had almost disappeared.

The evil death energy on the second floor was much stronger than that on the first floor, and he was injured, so staying there for even a second was torture.

"Li Zhiming, go down and experience the feeling of being worse than death." Jiang Yuan sneered in his heart.

What Jiang Yuan didn't know was that his actions were exactly what Li Zhiming wanted.

Li Zhiming just had no excuse to go downstairs.

"..." Li Zhiming had an unpleasant expression, but he was actually very happy.

He knew that since he had beaten up Jiang Yuan's men, Jiang Yuan would definitely try to trip him up and cause trouble for him if he had the chance.

Wang Qun was the patrol captain of Group 9. He glanced at Zhao Ming.

After all, Li Zhiming is Zhao Ming's subordinate, so he still has to ask Zhao Ming's opinion.

Moreover, Zhao Ming came to me specially last night and told me that although Li Zhiming was demoted to a jailer, he still had some background in the inner sect and should be taken care of a little.

Zhao Ming felt very embarrassed when he saw this.

He just said last night that if you have any problems, just come to him.

I didn't expect that this slap in the face would come so quickly.

Li Zhiming's cultivation had already been destroyed, and he still had injuries on his body. Even if he had a strong foundation, he couldn't withstand the second level of Yin Sha death energy.

If I stay there for two or three days, I'll be exhausted.