Da Shang, Zhiyuan County.

Prison.

Several corpses were undulating in the dim cell, with different deaths.

A young man with pretty eyebrows and eyes leaned in the corner, with a thin body, and was about twenty years old.

The person is dead and his body is stiff and cold.

A mouse crawled close to the corner of the wall and stood up, smeared his beard with his front paws, and his nose twitched, checking the freshness of the food.

Gulu.

The corpse's eyes suddenly turned.

With a squeak, the mouse was frightened away.

Xu Yan woke up from the darkness.

The tingling pain in his mind after traveling through time quickly made him realize the status quo.

I am a corpse.

Very fresh one.

...

Is it wearing it too early or late?

After calming down his mind, Xu Yan began to try one by one.

Unable to be resurrected, unable to speak, limited movement, and no vitality.

Very good, I can't die anymore.

I waited patiently for a long time, but the situation was still the same.

There is no time travel benefit!

Xu Yan really wanted to protest. It wouldn't matter if he traveled through time and was a living thing.

Is the benefits delayed?

Xu Yan had to comfort himself like this. After all, it is understandable that some failures can occur when traveling through time and space.

The footsteps are from far to near.

The light of the torch tore the darkness and two figures emerged.

The fat and big-eared county magistrate wiped sweat from his forehead and said urgently: "How many bodies are found?"

The prison head replied: "There are only four in the complete corpse prison, and there are still those who were beheaded a few days ago."

The county magistrate waved his hand impatiently and said, "I don't want those who have no brains. Who are these four?"

"A flower picking thief, a horse bandit, a porter, and a scholar."

"What about the crime."

"The flower-picking thief is a habitual criminal. There are no less than ten women who died at his hands. The horse bandit carried five lives on his back. The porter was fierce and aggressive. Because of the betting, he killed three people with him, and the scholar was left..."

The prison head grinned and said, "The charge is to insult the county magistrate in the street."

"There are so many people scolding me..." The fat county magistrate disregarded and was stunned, "It's not a death sentence for scolding the county magistrate! Why did he die?"

The prison head hurriedly explained: "Isn't the case of the Wu family still a mess? I wanted to jail him in and detain him for a few days to show punishment, but he was imprisoned with the Ma Bandits and was beaten up, but he died. He was beaten and killed by the same prisoner, which has nothing to do with us."

The prison head was afraid of being blamed, so he whispered: "Don't worry, this guy's name is Xu Yan, a poor scholar. No one will pursue his death if he dies."

The fat county magistrate wiped his sweat and said, "It's his unlucky... The people from Sitianjian are coming soon. Don't make any mistakes for me! Remember to say less, read less, and ask less."

The prison head quickly agreed: "Don't worry, sir! Everyone is ready here. The idle prisoners are locked in a remote prison. The other prisoners have also been transferred from their positions. From the gate to the place, the journey from here is quiet, no one disturbs them, and there is no one to disturb them, and there is no even a mouse!"

The fat county magistrate nodded and let out a long sigh.

"Si Tianjian is powerful and has a mysterious behavior. If you touch it, you will lose your skin. We little shrimps must be careful."

"I understand, sir, please don't worry. It's absolutely foolproof. I wonder how many corpses I want this time?"

"Just one."

"What about picking the rest, how to deal with it?"

"The rest..." The fat county magistrate hesitated, "It's all burned, don't leave any ashes."

As the steps went further and the light of the torch was swallowed up by the darkness.

The moonlight fell from the narrow window, making the prison even colder.

There is no more dust left...

Xu Yan really wants to scold her.

This is not a way out for people!

No, you have to keep your body completely safe.

Maybe the two-day delayed time travel benefits will arrive.

His eyes turned and landed on the three corpses beside him.

The white-faced guy with a greasy head and a pink face must be a flower picker, the one with scars on his face must be a horse bandit, and the short man with strong legs is definitely a porter.

Xu Yan couldn't move his body, but his mind was very clear.

Since the people from Sitianjian are going to select corpses, they must have a purpose. These three corpses have their own strengths, one has a appearance, one has a physique, and the other has a stable position. What about them...

He was beaten to death, which shows how weak he is.

No matter what the use of picking a corpse is, I will never choose the weakest one.

Sure enough, it is useless to be a scholar.

The moonlight slowly moved on the ground, like the low tide sea water.

Xu Yan looked at the moonlight in a daze, thinking about how he could stand out from a group of corpses without moving.

It's simply impossible!

In a vague way, the sound of tides came from my ears.

The moonlight around seemed to have really become the sea surface, and the entire space shaking!

Crash... Crash... Crash, Crash.

The sound of the tide gradually changes into heavy hinges.

A boom!

A door opened in his mind, and Xu Yan's eyes burst into tears, and his consciousness appeared in a strange space.

This is a magnificent palace with no dome above it, but a mist like iron clouds.

Above the black iron forged gate, there are three powerful and sharp scarlet letters engraved...the Palace of the Dead.

The benefits of traveling through time have finally arrived!

Xu Yan felt a little more at ease and began to look at the mysterious palace.

The hall is empty, with a giant long stone table in the center, equipped with nine tall stone chairs with beast heads. The beast heads look like ferocious dragons, with teeth and claws, and a ferocious face.

After walking around the stone table, Xu Yan had no other feelings except quiet.

"House of the Dead?"

"What is the purpose of doing, the dead are back?"

Xu Yan guessed the purpose of the Hall of the Dead and sat directly on the main seat.

Thunder blew up in the mist in the sky, and disappeared in a flash.

When Xu Yan sat on the big beast-headed chair, he had a trace of enlightenment and enlightenment.

He gained a special ability.

Control the corpse!

It creaked, and there was a sound of a hinge rotating in my ears. It was very far away, as if it was in the horizon, blurred.

Any other halls?

Xu Yan listened with his ears.

The sound was not coming from this space, but... terrible!

Suddenly awakened, Xu Yan's consciousness broke away from the Palace of the Dead and returned to his body in prison.

The gate of the prison is opening, and the figures are shaking.

It must be here to choose the corpse.

Time is tight, so Xu Yan immediately used the ability he just acquired.

He wanted to control himself, and as long as he could move, he could do it. At worst, he could perform a resurrection on the spot.
To be continued...