To this day, the Ming Dynasty is no longer as strict as it was when it was first founded. Not only is the court corrupt and the administration bad, but even the military equipment of the capital's Tianlao has become lax.

During the day, they can still pretend to be serious.

But at night, the bad habits acquired over the past two hundred years were fully exposed.

As we all know, Tianlao is a prison in the capital city directly managed by the imperial court. All the prisoners in the prison are serious criminals. These prisoners are either losers in political struggles or truly vicious criminals.

The latter naturally needs no further elaboration.

But the former are different. They are often big shots with luxurious living, but when they are imprisoned in such a dark hell, it is easy for them to reveal some secrets that cannot be told to outsiders when they have a mental breakdown.

In order to prevent these secrets from leaking out, the bigwigs outside the prison put some ideas into the jailers of this prison.

As a result, the profession of Tianlao jailer became a stable job passed down from generation to generation.

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

Apart from the occasional outsider being parachuted into the top positions to gain experience, the middle and bottom levels have basically remained unchanged.

It can be said that the jailers of Tianlao basically form an independent small society. The jailers have been intermarrying with each other for generations, and their relationship is no longer just that of colleagues. Everyone is related to each other.

Therefore, even the lowest-ranking soldier could chat and laugh with a captain of the ninth rank.

Seeing the young man walk into the room, the shirtless man sitting at the card table laughed and greeted the young man warmly.

"Xiao Liu, are you done with your night patrol? Come over here and show us some tricks!"

"I'm coming, I'm coming!"

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

As he sat down, he asked with a smile, "Uncle Zhou, how's your luck today?"

The shirtless man's smile froze, and he said with a gloomy face, "Don't mention it. My luck is a bit bad today. I lost all my money for drinks this week. Let's not talk about this anymore. Deal the cards quickly. Let's change the table. It's time for my luck to change!"

The surrounding jailers burst into laughter upon hearing this and started to make fun of him.

Just then, there was a noise suddenly coming from outside the iron gate.

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

Then, the iron door of the night duty room slowly opened, and the noisy sounds poured out from the room into the dark and silent corridor.

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

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

Fortunately, the man who walked in was the jailer who was guarding the end of the corridor day and night.

He actually stood up!

The young man surnamed Liu was a little surprised, and then he suddenly discovered that the jailer 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 jailer was wearing the blue-black short shirt with narrow sleeves that ordinary jailers wore, and a starched black scarf. He had cloudy eyes and ordinary looks, and was probably in his forties or fifties. He looked like a jailer who couldn't be more ordinary.

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

Only the shirtless man named Zhou swallowed his saliva and mustered up the courage to stand up.

"Mr. Li, why are you interested in visiting the younger generation?"

“…”

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

Just this one look made the man surnamed Zhou feel a little creepy. He quickly bowed his head to show respect and did not dare to say a word.

Soon, the jailer turned around and walked towards the prison without saying a word.

None of the many jailers present dared to stop him and could only watch him disappear into the darkness.

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

The young man surnamed Liu was a newcomer who had just replaced his father. He had only been working in the prison for 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 is no need to be so scared, right?"

"What do you know, little brat?"

The man surnamed Zhou glared at him, then looked back at the prison. After confirming that the prison boss was not there, he pulled the young man surnamed Liu over and whispered in his ear, "You better remember this, little bastard. Old Li is the rock that holds our prison together. We can lose anyone except Old Li."

"ah?"

Seeing that the young man didn't quite understand, the man surnamed Zhou snorted and explained with some pride and boasting.

"Thirteen years ago, there was a famous thief in the martial arts world. It was said that he had mastered the art of lightness and had entered the imperial palace several times. His confidante was a spy from the Eastern Yi, lurking in the capital, trying to steal the weapons and shipbuilding blueprints of the Ming Dynasty. Later, she was discovered and imprisoned in the prison. The thief was also amazing. He sneaked into the prison and tried to rob it just for his confidante."

"At that time, none of the jailers could spot him until he met Mr. Li outside the cell..."

The young man listened intently, and when he saw Uncle Zhou's tone pause here, he couldn't help but ask anxiously: "Then what?"

"I don't know!" Zhou spread his hands and said in a gloomy tone, "No one knows what happened that night. We only know that the head of that thief was hung at the gate of the prison the next day."

"hiss--"

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

"So Grandpa Li is so awesome!"

“It’s really amazing!”

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

He had clearly been following behind the young jailer, and by perfectly matching his footsteps with the other's, he had safely passed through the corridor. He also used his sclera-like vision to avoid the sight of the jailer behind the wall, and managed to sneak into the prison from the blind spots of all the jailers. However, his presence was still noticed by the jailer.

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

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

"No wonder this jailer could sense my presence. It turns out he is a peerless master hidden in the prison..."

Lin Zhongtian felt emotional.

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

To be honest, Lin Zhongtian had no intention of killing him, because that would definitely alert the enemy and disrupt the prison break plan of Jin Yichuan, Ding Xiu and others. But he didn't expect that this guy actually had a tumor in his head.

I thought the palm strike would only knock him out, but it actually killed him directly.

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

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

Thinking of this, Lin Zhongtian couldn't help but sigh, thinking that next time he would have to turn on the white-eye perspective the whole time to prevent such a coincidence from happening again.

There was no other way, Lin Zhongtian could only temporarily use the gray mist to control the jailer’s body.

In order to save gray fog, Lin Zhongtian did not completely take over the prison boss's brain, but only controlled the part related to the body. This way, less gray fog was consumed and the duration was shorter.

According to a rough calculation, it can only last about seven or eight days, which is exactly the time limit for Ding Xiu and others to break out of the prison.

During these seven or eight days, in order not to alert the enemy, he will have to play two roles.