As Zhao Lihe's pronunciation became more proficient, his tone became more excited.

"You said that poem was written by a poet named Tan two hundred years later. Could it be that you are also..."

“That’s right!”

Lin Zhongtian smiled and nodded, then looked at him and said jokingly, "Would you like to tell some internet jokes and exchange secret codes?"

Zhao Lihe looked extremely excited. Since the other party could say the word "Internet joke", there was no need for any other code words.

He opened his mouth excitedly, thinking for a long time before finally saying, "Is everything okay at home?"

Lin Zhongtian was slightly stunned. Since the other party already knew that he was a time traveler, the home in this sentence must not refer to the home in this world, but their hometown in their previous life.

Lin Zhongtian thought about it seriously and shook his head.

"That's a difficult question to answer. I need to know what year you traveled through time."

"October 8, 22."

Zhao Lihe said without hesitation.

Lin Zhongtian said regretfully: "Then I can't answer that. I traveled through time in 2018, four years earlier than you!"

Zhao Lihe was stunned when he heard this: "18 years? Then you came to this world earlier than me, why have I never heard of your name - wait, I know your current body, you are the head of this prison, a reclusive martial arts master, and my voice was previously made mute by him. If you traveled through time earlier than me, doesn't that mean -"

Having said this, Zhao Lihe paused, shook his head, and talked to himself.

"No, no, if that's the case, then why did you have to recognize me? Could it be that..."

Recalling Lin Zhongtian's miraculous treatment methods, Zhao Lihe's eyes became gradually strange.

"Brother, did you follow some script that says I am the only one who can do this, and others practice martial arts while I practice immortality? So after traveling through time, you hid in some deep mountain forest to practice secretly, and only came out of the mountain after you achieved great success?"

Perhaps it was because he hadn't spoken for too long, Zhao Lihe's desire to talk was overwhelming.

Without waiting for Lin Zhongtian to answer his question, he couldn't wait to throw out his own guess of the answer.

Lin Zhongtian was somewhat speechless, but still nodded reluctantly: "That's not wrong."

"Really!" Zhao Lihe's eyes widened. He couldn't help but take a step back and looked at his fellow villager in front of him and said, "So, this body is also controlled by you with some magic, right?"

Lin Zhongtian couldn't help but laugh when he heard that. It was so pleasant to chat with people who had the same thinking patterns as him.

He didn't even need to explain anything, Zhao Lihe figured it all out using the logic of online articles he had read.

Although his speculation is somewhat different from reality, if you look beyond the surface and look at the essence, it is indeed the case.

"You guessed right, I did travel through time with the golden finger. Why, you don't have it?"

Zhao Lihe was stunned for a moment, then his face turned slightly red, and he stammered, "Does martial arts talent count?"

“…What do you think?” Lin Zhongtian was a little speechless. He looked him up and down and nodded, “Looking at how miserable you are, it doesn’t look like you’re cheating.”

Hearing this ridicule, Zhao Lihe's face first turned red, and then his expression became serious.

"My fellow villager... um, I forgot to ask, what's your name, brother?"

"Lin Zhongtian."

Lin Zhongtian told his real name without hesitation.

Zhao Lihe nodded and called out very skillfully: "Brother Lin!"

Lin Zhongtian quickly said, "No, I might not be even older than you. What year were you born?"

Zhao Lihe replied: "I was born in 2002. I was exactly 20 years old before I traveled through time. I had just been discharged from the army and returned to school."

"You were a soldier?"

"Yes, I joined the army right after I graduated from high school. After my two-year compulsory military service was over, I was discharged and went to college. Unfortunately, I was only in the army for a month and didn't even have a girlfriend when I was hit by a truck and traveled through time."

“…”

Lin Zhongtian was speechless, hesitating for a moment, and said helplessly: "This seems a little difficult to calculate. I was born in 1999, which means I am three years older than you according to my date of birth. But before I traveled through time, I was just a sophomore student, only 19 years old, one year younger than you..."

Zhao Lihe laughed: "What's so difficult about this? Since we are from the same hometown, we should naturally follow the calculation method of our hometown!"

Lin Zhongtian thought about it carefully and could only reluctantly agree with Zhao Lihe's statement. After all, if he really counted it, the endless years he had spent in the gray fog space were indeed worthy of the title of big brother.

"Hehe." Zhao Lihe chuckled and continued, "Brother Lin, although I don't have a golden finger like you, I am a modern man who has watched the movie Embroidered Spring Blade after all!"

"I was also a soldier and received ideological and political education in the army. With my foresight of the plot and a head full of modern ideas and advanced knowledge, I was able to make a career."

"Oh? Then how did you end up in this situation?"

"..." Zhao Lihe froze when he heard this, his face darkening, "It's a long story."

Lin Zhongtian said without hesitation: "It doesn't matter. I have plenty of time tonight. You can talk as you please."

Although Lin Zhongtian said so, Zhao Lihe seemed to have calmed down from the excitement of "fellow villagers meeting each other". He glanced at the illusion around him as if he had returned to reality and said hesitantly: "Brother Lin, this is the Heavenly Prison after all..."

Lin Zhongtian laughed and said, "What's wrong with the prison? Just come over here."

Zhao Lihe was startled for a moment, then seemed to understand something, and stood at the position designated by Lin Zhongtian with a little excitement.

The next second, accompanied by a loud bang, the wall of the cell broke open.

An oil lamp protruded from the hole in the wall. In the dim light, Zhao Lihe saw the tall figure with a smile on his lips. It was Lin Zhongtian's other body - Fu Qingyun, the Skeleton Demon Hand.

Zhao Lihe stared at the scene in a daze.

Although he had expected this, he still couldn't help being shocked when he saw it with his own eyes.

The human body's strength can reach this level, comparable to that of a crane or a hammer crane.

"What are you standing there for? Haven't you had enough of this damn place?"

The teasing voice in his ear woke Zhao Lihe from his shock. He hurriedly took a step forward and crawled out of the hole that Lin Zhongtian had opened.

At the same time, the loud noise coming from the cell had alarmed all the prisoners and jailers.

The prisoners who were imprisoned in the iron bars grabbed the bars with both hands, pressed their faces against the gaps in the bars, stared at the direction where the sound came from with their eyes wide open, and shouted all kinds of crazy words.

Some wanted the jailbreakers to take him with them, and for this he was willing to give everything and make any promise.

Some of them had already realized that it was impossible for the other party to rescue them, so they called out to the jailers loudly, hoping that the jailbreakers would fail in their attempt.

The ugliness and complexity of human nature are clearly revealed in these hundreds of faces.

Lin Zhongtian and Zhao Lihe both heard the shouts, but they did not respond.

This may not be accurate, because Zhao Lihe was indeed a little anxious.

He pulled Lin Zhongtian's arm and said quickly: "Brother, let's go quickly. If we don't leave now, not only the jailers, but also the Jinyiwei and the masters in the government will come over!"

"Don't worry, I still have some things to deal with."

Lin Zhongtian smiled and patted his shoulder, then turned and walked into the cell. Under Zhao Lihe's slightly anxious gaze, he grabbed the head of the body at the cell door.

After absorbing all the gray fog, Lin Zhongtian clapped his hands casually.

The prison boss' body flew backwards like a cannonball, hitting the hard stone brick wall, then slid softly to the ground, leaving a dark red bloodstain mixed with blue and white on the wall.

After doing all this, Lin Zhongtian clapped his hands, walked out of the cell, grabbed Zhao Lihe's shoulders, jumped, and disappeared into the inky night.