Build the Traveler Alliance from scratch

Seeing the cells in the prison, Lin Zhongtian's first impression was that they were simple, very simple.

The beds were made of bricks and stone beds, with straw mats spread on them. A 1.8-meter-long man lay on it and had to curl up. Next to the bed was a bamboo bucket that exuded a foul odor.

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

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

But looking at the blank space in the second half, the prisoner's subsequent fate 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 overthrown Wei Zhongxian that the prison was very busy now. There was almost a disheveled and disheveled prisoner in every cell.

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

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

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

Only a few prisoners still had some vitality in their bodies. When they saw someone approaching, they quickly got up on their hands and knees. They grabbed the iron railing in front of them with both hands. A face squeezed out from the gap in the iron railing, with a ferocious expression. shouting 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, are all ineffective in this prison.

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

Compared with these, what he cared more about was the Brother Zhao that Jin Yichuan mentioned.

I just don’t know what he looks like and which cell he squats in...

While Lin Zhongtian was thinking this, he turned on his eye-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... Haha, I understand, I finally understand. No wonder the plot of this world has changed so much. No wonder Jin Yichuan and Ding Xiu have joined a secret organization called the Alliance."

"It turns out it's all because of you, Classmate Zhao!"

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

In the first room at the end of the cell, I saw a man with neat beard and hair wearing a prison uniform, lying sideways on a thin straw mat, ignoring the prisoners shouting outside the cell, and sleeping soundly by himself.

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

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

"I will smile to the sky with my horizontal sword, leaving my liver and gallbladder intact."

Seeing this seven-character poem written by Mr. Tan two hundred years later while in prison, Lin Zhongtian still didn't know the identity of the person in front of him - there was actually another time traveler in the movie world of Xiuchundao!

Lin Zhongtian couldn't help but feel happy, with a smile on his face, he reached out and knocked on the cell door.

The crisp sound echoed in the cell, but the man just reached out and clasped his buttocks, and continued to sleep facing 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 am smiling to the sky with my sword, leaving behind my liver and gallbladder. This poem is well done, with awe-inspiring righteousness, and a view of death as home. It has the style of the former civil servants. Was it you who wrote it?" "

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

Although it was a word of praise, with the blessing of this hoarse voice, it became sinister 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 at this time that Lin Zhongtian saw the man's face clearly from a human perspective.

He has a typical northern face, with a square forehead, broad forehead, thick eyebrows and big eyes. Although his beard has not been taken care of for several months and looks a bit messy and dirty, with the help of those big and bright eyes, he looks a bit messy and dirty. Still looking energetic.

Anyone who sees him will say "What a man!"

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

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

The man still didn't speak, but looked at Lin Zhongtian with an increasingly mocking look.

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

It turned out that this person's throat had been mute and he couldn't make any sound at all.

Thinking about the way the other person looked at him, or at this body, it was very likely that the prison boss had made him mute himself.

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 a long time ago.

After thinking about this, Lin Zhongtian couldn't help but smile slightly and said softly: "It turns out that you are speechless. Well, in that case, let me say it. This poem is indeed well done. It's a pity that it's not you. made."

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

But immediately after, what Lin Zhongtian said caused the contempt in his eyes to quickly turn into shock and astonishment.

I just heard Lin Zhongtian chuckle and say: "As far as I know, this seven-character poem should be written by a poet named Tan two hundred years later. You crossed time and space and took it out two hundred years in advance, and you thought that no one in the world would do it." Do you know?"

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

The man was stunned for a moment, then stood up suddenly, threw himself in front of the iron fence, grabbed the cold iron pillars with both hands, looked at the prison head in front of him with wide eyes, and made a vague and excited voice in his mouth.

"Ah! Ah!"

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

"Fellow, don't get excited, let me try first to see if I can heal your damaged throat."

"..."

When the man heard this, he was startled for a moment, then his eyes dimmed a little, and he shook his head, indicating that his throat could no longer be cured.

However, seeing that Lin Zhongtian still insisted, the man raised his head in cooperation and exposed his fragile throat without hesitation.

Lin Zhongtian reached out and pinched his neck gently.

If he wanted to at this point, he could easily break the opponent's neck.

But neither Lin Zhongtian outside the cell nor the other time traveler in the cell had such thoughts in their minds.

It was obviously the first time they met and they were strangers, but the man showed his greatest trust in Lin Zhongtian.

All because of that simple word "fellow fellow"...

Of course, if you are just a fellow countryman in a foreign country, you cannot be so trustworthy.

But if these two fellow villagers were the only ones left in the entire world, or even the entire universe, then as long as they had consciences and still missed their hometown, they would not be able to bear 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 do not want to see each other die in this world.

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

They were simply delighted and excited by each other's presence.

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

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

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

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

"Zhao Lihe!"

"My name is Zhao Lihe!"