Of All the Transmigrations, Why Am I a Prisoner?

Yellow leaves setting sun, west wind and autumn cool.

Li Changtian is squatting in the grass hut and counting ants.

One of the ants crawled and stepped on the previous ant.

Li Changtian pushed the ant away righteously, and gave it a good lesson by the way, roughly saying something like "Don't run wild in the countryside and fish the people."

After reprimanding the ants, Li Changtian sighed dejectedly, and gently tugged at the iron chain on his body. The iron chain was wrapped around for too long, and blood blisters appeared in some parts of his neck and wrist, and Li Changtian grinned in pain.

It has been two days since the cold-faced white-clothed boy left.

In the past two days, Li Changtian has never seen anyone other than the servant who brought food to himself.

This is released and not released, killed and not killed, and it is not a prison, what does it mean?

Li Changtian put his chin on his knee and sighed, lamenting his ill fate.

Suddenly a black shadow pressed down, covering the bright sunlight.

Li Changtian raised his head and met Yan Shu's eyes.

Yan Shu squatted down, landed on one knee, and reached out to Li Changtian.

Li Changtian leaned back, dodged Yan Shu's hand, and looked at him vigilantly.

Yan Shu frowned slightly, showing no mercy, and pulled the iron chain around Li Changtian's neck, the chain suddenly made a clanking sound.

Li Changtian threw himself forward in an embarrassed manner, blood was finally rubbed out from his wrist and neck, and he gasped in pain.

Yan Shu was indifferent. He knew that this person had an extraordinary history, and he had doubted whether he would be innocent, so he visited all the people in the town who knew about the matter in the past two days.

And all the people in the town who knew about this matter, without hesitation, insisted that it was this person who did it.

Some people even saw this man molesting the girl with his own eyes.

In this case, one life is worth one life, and the murderer is always killed.

Li Changtian was thinking about what else this man would do to deal with him, but saw him open the iron lock with a blank expression, and then took off the iron chain on his body.

Um? Shouldn't you let yourself go?

Li Changtian blew the frayed skin on his wrist and looked at Yan Shu with a puzzled expression.

"Get up, come with me." Yan Shu said coldly, "If you play tricks again, you will be taken directly over your head."

Li Changtian laughed: "With your posture, it's not a matter of time to take my head? Does this have any deterrent effect?"

"..." Yan Shu frowned, and was about to start when he saw Li Changtian propped up on his knees and stood up staggeringly: "Yeah, it's really in your hands, let's go."

The two walked out of the county magistrate's mansion and walked all the way to the suburbs. A unkempt man was neither a ghost nor a ghost, and a handsome young man was as gentle as jade. It was really strange to walk on the street one after the other, which attracted the attention of many passers-by.

Li Changtian couldn't eat well these days, couldn't sleep, his mental and physical strength had reached the limit, keeping up with Yan Shu's fast pace, he really took his last breath, so that when he walked to the suburbs, his eyes were blurry and he almost fainted.

Just when Li Changtian was about to lose his hold, Yan Shu stopped.

Li Changtian supported the tree trunk beside him, breathed lightly, raised his head and looked around, then froze for a moment.

In front of them, there was a grave.

The people in the tomb were obviously just buried. The stones pressed on the mound were slightly damp. The floor was covered with yellow paper and copper coins. Two mourning flags stood on both sides of the tombstone. and treacherous.

The incense candles used for worship are burning in front of the tombstone.

Yan Shu bowed to the tombstone, and then said coldly to Li Changtian, "Kneel down and kowtow."

Li Changtian glanced at Yan Shu and actually knelt down.

Li Changtian's lack of hesitation made Yan Shu stunned for a moment.

What surprised Yanshu even more was that Li Changtian had no fear, no panic, no remorse, and he didn't even ask who the owner of the tomb was.

He looked at the tombstone, and there was a hint of sadness and intolerance in his eyes, and there was no expression on his face that a violent prisoner should have.

Li Changtian first let out a long sigh, and then said in an inaudible voice, "I'm sorry, girl, I couldn't save you back then, and you have a good journey."

After speaking, Li Changtian bowed three times to the tomb, and when he was about to get up, Li Changtian saw some weeds beside the tomb, so he stretched out his left hand and pulled out those weeds, some of which had deep roots. , it took Li Changtian a lot of effort.

Yan Shu kept staring at Li Changtian without saying a word, and when he saw his action of pulling weeds, his eyes suddenly widened.