I, Tianlaozhen Wangu, support the Empress from behind!

Daqian Dynasty.

In the western suburbs of Tianjing City, there is the Demon Prison.

In the jailer's living area, inside one of the dark and damp wooden houses.

Chu He got up from the ground and looked at himself in the bronze mirror with a confused look on his face.

He was about twenty years old, with a thin and slender figure, handsome features and a sickly pale face.

He was wearing a dark grey prison guard uniform.

"I just went there to have a drink and confess my feelings... and yet I ended up being a prison guard in Daqian?"

Chu He shook his head vigorously, complaining while trying to absorb the chaotic memories in his mind.

Display according to memory in mind.

Daqian is now in trouble both internally and externally, with demons causing chaos within and powerful enemies from other countries eyeing it covetously.

And his predecessor was the jailer of the Demon Refining Prison.

When his previous life's mother was ten years old, she was abducted by a demon while out of town and has never returned.

The father of his previous life was a first-class jailer who had reached the ninth level of strength training.

Half a month ago, a ferocious corpse demon escaped from the fourth floor of the underground prison.

He fought his way from the fourth floor to the ground floor, but before he could even take a single step out of the Demon Prison, he was crushed to the ground by a giant hand.

His cheap father happened to be on duty and was caught in the disaster and died.

In view of the heavy losses suffered by the jailers, the garrison commander above specially approved a group of people to enter without taking the test.

That's how the unlucky predecessor came in.

Last night, after finishing my shift, I returned to the cabin to drink some wine to ward off the cold. Unexpectedly, I passed away just like that.

When Chu He thought of this, he became uneasy and his face turned as pale as paper.

This is a world where martial arts masters are masters of martial arts and demons run rampant.

The situation in Tianjing City was slightly better, but in the more remote counties and prefectures, human lives were worth less than dogs, and tragedies such as demons and monsters annihilating entire families and even counties happened from time to time.

The Demon Refining Prison where we are now is where these kinds of prisoners are held.

"There are heart-eating demons that dig out hearts, shadow puppet demons that prefer to wear human skin, fox demons that bewitch people, and corpse demons that transform warrior corpses into demons..."

"At the same time, some demonic monsters who kill people and steal souls will also be detained."

Under the long-term erosion of the evil spirits in the bodies of these demons and monsters, the entire demon refining prison has long been filled with murderous aura.

The lower the level, the more powerful the monsters and demons become, and the more terrifying the evil spirit becomes.

"Rumor has it there's a tenth floor, where the body of a saint is imprisoned..."

In such an environment, it was a great blessing for Chu He, a weak jailer, to be able to hold on for half a month.

Of course, the Demon Refining Department also provided a way for the jailers to survive.

Martial arts training and cold-dispelling wine.

There is a martial arts arena and a martial arts hall in the prison.

As long as you are a jailer in the prison, you can go to the Kung Fu Hall at any time to obtain two Kung Fu books.

Unfortunately, my predecessor had a weak constitution, as if he had a cold from the womb, and could not do strenuous exercise.

The cold-relieving wine distributed by the Demon Refining Department had no significant effect on him.

Chu He rubbed his brows and couldn't help but smile bitterly, "It's not easy to hold down a stable job in this world. With my physique, in this environment..."

"I don't know if I can survive this month..."

Chu He shook his head.

"The Chu family is going to be extinct in my time..."

"Or should I just quit?"

But as the memory gradually absorbed, Chu He immediately dispelled this thought.

According to Daqian Law, the prison guards of the Demon Refining Prison are appointed for life, and the term is passed down from generation to generation.

To put it bluntly, from the moment you join the Demon Refining Prison, you, your descendants, and all your grandchildren will have to work for it, unless your clan is exterminated.

Or maybe one day Daqian will be destroyed.

If he dares to abandon his responsibility today, there will be one more person in the prison cell tomorrow, and he will die faster.

"Forget it, let's not think about this for now. I'll go to the prison duty room and report in, so that Prison Envoy Zhou won't come to trouble me!"

Chu He said this and walked towards the prison warden.

When he was about to reach the duty room, he met a middle-aged man with slightly gray hair and wearing a dark red prison uniform.

It was time for roll call, and seeing that Chu He had not arrived for a long time, Zhou the prison guard came to look for him.

Prisoner Zhou was a prison officer in their Area A, his name was Zhou Changfeng.

The dozen or so jailers in charge of Chu He and others were extremely greedy for money, and they would pluck the feathers of passing geese and leave the skins of passing people.

This person has one great advantage, which is that he gets things done for money.

"Boy, why are you late today? Do you know that being late is a serious sin?"

"If you can't explain it, don't blame Uncle Zhou for not thinking about the uncle-nephew relationship today!"

When Zhou Yushi saw Chu He, he immediately shouted coldly.

He thought to himself, "This kid is getting more and more outrageous. He even dared to skip work?"

"Uncle Zhou, I drank a little too much last night to ward off the cold. I just woke up and was about to come over to check in with you. Please take a break..."

Chu He cursed in his heart, but replied respectfully on his face.

Regardless of Zhou Yushi's position or his cultivation level of the early ninth rank, he is not someone he can afford to offend now.

Besides, it was indeed my fault for being late.

The realm of warriors that Chu He's predecessor knew about was divided into strength training, entry-level, and the legendary super-level.

The first level of strength training is the weakest, the ninth level is the strongest, and after training, you will enter the grade, with the ninth grade being the lowest and the first grade being the strongest.

As for the super-grade ones, they were heavenly beings, and Chu He’s predecessor had only heard of the existence of this realm.

Although Zhou Yushi was greedy for money, he had indeed been quite "caring" towards his predecessor in the past. He would go to his predecessor for both big and small matters, under the pretext of training.

Of course, in Chu He's opinion, it was just that his predecessor had just started working in the prison and was innocent. He did not give any gifts to Uncle Zhou, which made him embarrassed and he was targeted in the workplace.

"Alright." Prison Envoy Zhou glanced at Chu He and said in a deep voice, "Stop talking nonsense. The Monster Refining Department just sent a prisoner here. Come with me to inspect him!"

"Yes, Uncle Zhou."

Chu He responded, but cursed in his heart again.

This prison guard Zhou really treated him like a beast of burden, and he had to take part in all the big and small matters.

The two walked for about half an hour, passing through a dark and damp corridor, and came to a bright place.

This is the place where prisoners are handed over and inspected, commonly known as the inspection table.

Chu He looked at the prisoner in front of him with surprise.

I don’t know what crime this person has committed.

His limbs were broken, there was not a single tooth left in his mouth, his lower body was a bloody mess, and there was not a single piece of healthy skin on his body.

After comparing the verdict with the document, Zhou the prison envoy signed his name in front of it and returned the receipt to the inspector of the Demon Refining Department.

After a few polite words, the other party looked at Chu He in surprise and turned away.

"Okay, kid, don't just stand there, come and take the prisoner."

Chu He responded and walked forward to pick up the prisoner, but he was too weak.

He tried several times to free the prisoner, who weighed over a hundred pounds, and the iron chains weighed over a hundred pounds. He failed but instead made himself sweat profusely.

"Uncle Zhou..."

Helplessly, Chu He could only look at Zhou the prison envoy.

"waste!"

After cursing inwardly, prison guard Zhou walked forward and grabbed the prisoner's arm with one hand.

Seeing this, Chu He hurriedly supported the other side.

"Boy, don't say that Uncle Zhou is targeting you."

"Look at this prisoner. He's just a slave who has reached the second level of strength training, and he's even putting a hat on his master..."

"At least you still have an identity, and a bright future awaits you."

"After your shift, hurry to the Kung Fu Hall to learn a martial art..."

Zhou the prison guard gave these instructions as he walked.

"Yes Yes Yes..."

Chu He supported the prisoner with difficulty, sweating profusely, and responded repeatedly.

An hour later.

[Ding, congratulations host, you have entered the Demon Refining Prison, and the "Purgatory Heavenly Scripture" has been awakened successfully.]