When Lin Zhongtian saw the cells in the prison, his first impression was that they were simple, extremely simple.

The beds were made of bricks and covered with straw mats. A 1.8-meter-tall man had to curl up to lie on them. Next to the bed was a bamboo bucket that emitted a foul smell.

The walls of the cell were also made of solid blue-gray stone bricks, covered with various scratches.

Some of these scratches are clear, some are blurred. Some of them are arranged very neatly and look quite regular. They should be the scratches used by the prisoners who stayed in this cell to record time.

However, looking at the abrupt end of the second half, the subsequent fate of the prisoner is self-evident.

Lin Zhongtian walked slowly forward, looking at the prisoners in the cells on both sides with his cloudy eyes.

Perhaps because Chongzhen had just overthrown Wei Zhongxian, the Ming Dynasty Prison was now quite lively, with almost a prisoner with disheveled hair and untidy clothes in every cell.

At this moment, most of the prisoners were staying quietly in their cells.

Or lie on the bed like a corpse, motionless.

Or they would lean against the wall, staring at the iron fence that separated hell and the human world, with empty and desperate eyes.

Only a few prisoners still had some life left. When they saw someone coming, they quickly climbed up using their hands and feet, grabbing the iron bars in front of them with both hands. A face squeezed out from the gap in the iron bars, shouting something ferociously.

Lin Zhongtian didn't listen carefully, but he thought it was some kind of promise like "Let me out and I will give you something."

These promises filled with despair and hope are completely ineffective in this prison.

Even if it really works, Lin Zhongtian wouldn't care.

Compared to these, he cared more about the Brother Zhao mentioned by Jin Yichuan.

I just don't know what he looks like or which cell he's in...

As Lin Zhongtian thought about this, he turned on his white eye vision and scanned the prisoners in each cell.

Suddenly, Lin Zhongtian paused, raised his head abruptly, and looked towards the end of the cell with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"That is... Haha, I understand. I finally understand. No wonder the plot of this world has changed so much. No wonder Jin Yichuan and Ding Xiu both joined a secret organization called the Tongmenghui."

"So it's all because of you, classmate Zhao!"

Lin Zhongtian couldn't help but smile and walked quickly to the end of the cell.

In the first cell at the end of the cell, there was a man with fairly neat hair and beard wearing prison clothes, lying on his side on a thin straw mat. He ignored the prisoners who were shouting outside the cell and was sleeping soundly.

In the corner of the wall next to him, there is a magnificent poem engraved:

"Looking at the door to stay, I think of Zhang Jian, and endure death for a moment to wait for Du Gen."

"I smile at the sky with my sword in hand, my loyalty and courage will remain in Kunlun Mountains."

Seeing this seven-character poem written by Mr. Tan in prison two hundred years later, how could Lin Zhongtian not know the identity of the person in front of him - in the movie world of Embroidered Spring Blade, there is actually another time traveler!

Lin Zhongtian couldn't help feeling delighted. With a smile on his face, he reached out and knocked on the prison door.

The crisp sound echoed in the cell, but the man just reached out and tapped his butt, then continued to sleep soundly facing the wall as if he heard nothing.

Quite a personality...

Lin Zhongtian was amused when he saw this, and could not help but say, "I smile at the sky with my sword in hand, and my loyalty will remain in Kunlun Mountains. This poem is well written, full of righteousness and fearlessness, and it has the style of Duke Wen of the previous dynasty. Did you write it?"

Perhaps because this body had not spoken for too long, Lin Zhongtian's voice became extremely hoarse.

Although it was a word of praise, it became eerie and dangerous with the help of this hoarse voice.

Perhaps it was because of this eerie and dangerous smell that the man lying on the straw mat finally sat up.

It was at this moment that Lin Zhongtian saw the man's face clearly from a human perspective.

He has a typical northern face, with a square forehead, broad chin, thick eyebrows and big eyes. Although his beard has not been trimmed for several months and looks a little messy and dirty, he still looks energetic with the blessing of his bright eyes.

Anyone who sees him will praise him as "good man!"

After sitting up, the man leaned against the wall and looked at the jailer outside the iron bars with a slightly mocking look, as if the person imprisoned in this prison was not him, but the other person.

Lin Zhongtian raised his eyebrows and continued hoarsely, "You don't deny it, that's it?"

The man still didn't say anything, but his eyes became more and more mocking as he looked at Lin Zhongtian.

Lin Zhongtian frowned, turned on his white-eye perspective and took a closer look, then he suddenly realized.

It turned out that this person's voice had been made hoarse by the poison and he could not make any sound at all.

Considering the way the other person looked at him, or at this body, it was very likely that the prison boss had silenced him himself.

Unfortunately, Lin Zhongtian did not receive his memory when he took over this body, otherwise he would have known about this long ago.

After figuring this out, Lin Zhongtian couldn't help but smile slightly and said softly: "So you can't speak. Well, in that case, let me speak. This poem is really well written, but it's a pity that it wasn't written by you."

The man raised his eyebrows, and his eyes gradually turned into contempt and ridicule.

But then, what Lin Zhongtian said made the contempt in his eyes quickly turn into shock and astonishment.

Lin Zhongtian only chuckled and said, "As far as I know, this seven-character poem should have been written by a poet named Tan two hundred years later. You traveled through time and space and brought it out two hundred years in advance. Do you think no one in the world knows about it?"

As soon as these words came out, it was like a bolt from the blue, landing on the man's head.

The man was stunned at first, then he suddenly stood up and rushed to the iron fence. He grabbed the cold iron pillar with both hands, stared at the prison boss in front of him with wide eyes, and made a vague but excited sound from his mouth.

“Ah! Ah!”

Seeing that the man was a little excited, Lin Zhongtian took a step back, chuckled and comforted him.

"My friend, don't get excited. Let me try to see if I can heal your damaged throat."

“…”

The man was stunned at first, then his eyes dimmed and he shook his head, indicating that his throat could no longer be cured.

However, seeing that Lin Zhongtian still insisted, the man cooperated and raised his head, revealing his fragile throat without hesitation.

Lin Zhongtian reached out and gently pinched his neck.

If he wanted to, he could easily break the other person's neck.

But neither Lin Zhongtian outside the cell nor the other traverser in the cell had such a thought in their mind.

Although it was their first meeting and they were strangers, the man showed the utmost trust in Lin Zhongtian.

It all started with the simple word "fellow countryman"...

Of course, if it is just a fellow villager from a foreign country, it is naturally impossible to be so trustworthy.

But if the whole world, or even the whole universe, were left with only these two fellow villagers, then as long as they had a conscience and still missed their hometown, they would not have the heart to kill each other.

Just like Gao Yao and Yi Xiaochuan in the TV series "The Myth", they may become enemies due to various realistic factors, but they definitely don't want to see each other die in this world.

Of course, Lin Zhongtian and the other two’s thoughts were not so complicated at this time.

They simply feel happy and excited about each other's existence.

Soon, a wisp of gray mist penetrated into the man's neck and repaired his damaged vocal cords at an extremely fast speed.

After a while, Lin Zhongtian put down his hand, took a step back, chuckled and asked, "Fellow villager, what's your name?"

The man was slightly startled, looked at Lin Zhongtian with some suspicion, and then tried to make a sound.

"Make... recruit... Zhao..."

"Zhao Lihe!"

"My name is Zhao Lihe!"