Build the Traveler Alliance from Scratch.

Chapter 25 Another Traveler!
Seeing the cells in the prison, Lin Zhongtian's first impression was that it was simple, very simple.

The beds are made of stone beds made of bricks, covered with straw mats. A 1.8-meter-old man lies on them, and he has to curl up. Beside the bed is a foul-smelling bamboo bucket.

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

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

But looking at the blank space that ended abruptly in the second half, the subsequent fate of this prisoner is self-evident.

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

Perhaps it was because Chongzhen had just brought down Wei Zhongxian, this Great Tomorrow Prison is quite lively now, almost every cell has a prisoner with disheveled hair and disheveled clothes.

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

Or lie on the bed like a dead body, motionless.

Or leaning against the wall, looking at the iron fence that divides hell and the world, with empty and hopeless eyes.

There were only a few prisoners who still had some vitality. Seeing someone approaching, they quickly got up on the ground with both hands and feet, and firmly grasped the iron railing in front of them with both hands. A face squeezed out from the gap of the iron railing. yelling something.

Lin Zhongtian didn't listen carefully, but he thought it was a promise like "let me out, and I'll give you something".

These promises full of despair and hope cannot take effect in this prison.

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

Compared to these, he cared more about the Brother Zhao that Jin Yichuan was talking about.

I just don't know what he looks like, and which cell he is squatting in...

While Lin Zhongtian was thinking this way, he opened his eyes-like perspective and scanned the prisoners in each cell.

Suddenly, Lin Zhongtian paused, raised his head suddenly, and looked towards the end of the cell, with a little astonishment in his eyes.

"That's...hehe, I understand, I finally understand, no wonder the plot of this world has changed so much, no wonder both Jin Yichuan and Ding Xiu have joined a secret organization called the Tongmenghui."

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

Lin Zhongtian couldn't help showing a smile on his face, and walked quickly to the end of the cell.

In the first room at the end of the cell, a man with neat beard and hair was wearing a prison uniform, lying sideways on the thin straw mat, ignoring the yelling prisoners outside the cell, sleeping soundly on his own.

In the corner of the wall beside him, a majestic poem is engraved:

"Wangmen stays only to think of Zhang Jian, and endures death to wait for Dugan."

"I smile to the sky from the sidelines, and I will leave Kunlun with my heart and gall."

Seeing this seven-character poem written by Mr. Tan from prison 200 years later, Lin Zhongtian didn't know the identity of the person in front of him—in the movie world of Xiuchundao, there is actually another traveler!
Lin Zhongtian couldn't help but feel joy in his heart, with a smile on his face, he reached out and knocked on the cell door.

The crisp voice echoed in the cell, but the man just reached out and clapped his buttocks, and continued to sleep soundly against the wall as if he didn't hear anything.

Quite a personality...

Lin Zhongtian was overjoyed when he saw this, and couldn't help but said: "I smiled to the sky from the sidelines, and I went to save my heart and guts from Kunlun—this poem is well done, the righteousness is awe-inspiring, and death is like home, it has the style of Wen Gong of the previous dynasty, did you do it? "

Perhaps because this body has not spoken for a long time, Lin Zhongtian's voice became extremely hoarse.

Although it was a word of praise, under the blessing of this hoarse voice, it became gloomy and dangerous.

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

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

He has a typical face of a northerner, with a square forehead and a wide face, thick eyebrows and big eyes. Although the beard has not been groomed for several months, it looks a bit messy and dirty, but with the blessing of those big piercing eyes, Still looks energetic.

Anyone who sees him will praise him, "Good man!"

After sitting up, the man leaned his back against the wall, looking mockingly at the head of the prison outside the iron fence, as if the person locked in the prison was not him, but the other party.

Lin Zhongtian raised his eyebrows, and continued to speak hoarsely: "I don't deny it, that's it?"

The man still didn't speak, but the eyes he looked at Lin Zhongtian became more mocking.

Lin Zhongtian frowned, opened his supercilious eyes to take a closer look, and then suddenly realized.

It turned out that this person's voice had been poisoned hoarse, and he could not make a sound at all.

Then think of the way the other party looks at me, or at this body, it is very likely that the prison chief himself made him dumb.

It's a pity that Lin Zhongtian didn't take over his memory when he took over this body, otherwise he should have known about it long ago.

Having figured this out, Lin Zhongtian could not help but smile slightly, and said softly: "It turns out that you are speechless, well, since that's the case, let me tell it. This poem is really well done, but it's a pity that it wasn't you made."

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

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

I only heard Lin Zhongtian chuckled and said: "As far as I know, this seven-character poem should be written by a poet named Tan 200 years later. You crossed time and space and took it out 200 years in advance, thinking that there is no one in this world. Got it?"

As soon as these words came out, it fell on the man's head like a thunderbolt from the blue sky.

The man froze for a moment, then stood up abruptly, threw himself in front of the iron fence, grasped the cold iron pillar with both hands, stared at the prisoner in front of him with wide eyes, and made a vague and excited voice.

"Ah! Ah!"

Seeing that the man was agitated, Lin Zhongtian took a step back and smiled lightly to comfort him.

"My fellow, don't get excited, let me see if I can heal your damaged throat first."

"..."

The man was startled when he heard the words, then his eyes dimmed, and he shook his head, indicating that his throat could not be healed.

However, seeing that Lin Zhongtian still persisted, the man raised his head cooperatively, and exposed his fragile throat without hesitation.

Lin Zhongtian stretched out his hand and gently grabbed his neck.

At this moment, if he wanted to, he could easily break the opponent's neck.

But neither Lin Zhongtian outside the cell nor another traverser in the cell had this kind of thought in his mind.

Even though it was the first time they met and they were strangers, the man expressed his utmost trust in Lin Zhongtian.

It's all because of that simple word "hometown"...

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

But if the entire world, or even the entire universe, were left with only these two fellow villagers, then as long as they had a conscience and yearned for their hometown, they would not be able to bear the heart to kill each other.

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

Of course, Lin Zhongtian's thoughts were not so complicated at this time.

They are simply delighted and excited by each other's existence.

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

After a while, Lin Zhongtian put down his hands, took a step back, and asked with a light smile, "My fellow, what's your name?"

The man was slightly taken aback, looked at Lin Zhongtian suspiciously, and then tried to make a sound.

"Create... recruit... Zhao..."

"Zhao Lihe!"

"My name is Zhao Lihe!"

(End of this chapter)