Chapter 900

Zhang Tuohai fell into a black vortex, surrounded by pictures, some are technological cities, some are rural scenery, some are gloomy and cold prison cells, some are sunny holiday villas, some are modern battlefields full of gunfire, and there are also swords and guns at the same time. The ancient battlefield...

Scenes flow around one by one.

In front of him, Zhiye's black silhouette was standing not far away.

"Those around you are optional plot scenes. It's easy to want the power in my hands. As long as you can come to me in the plot world, then I will give you all the power in my hands."

Zhiye said while tossing the power in his hand.

"Of course, if you are afraid, you can leave directly, and I can also give you the authority, but you have to leave Big Sister forever."

Zhiye said coldly.

"Huh?" Hearing Zhiye's words, Zhang Tuohai was slightly taken aback. He felt that things seemed to be developing in a somewhat subtle direction. This Zhiye seemed to have a problem with him standing with Lilith.

Could it be the stepdaughter's natural resistance to her stepfather?

"How is it? Have you chosen?" Zhiye was obviously a little impatient, and urged.

"Lilith is my daughter, and I will not abandon her, so how should I choose the scene?"

Zhang Tuohai asked lazily.

"Are you sure?" Zhiye's tone obviously carried a hint of disbelief. In her eyes, Zhang Tuohai was just a coward hiding behind the eldest sister's head. How dare he face such a challenge?

"You may not know that in this kind of world, there is no chance of resurrection. If you die, you will die in reality!"

"So what, do you think that what I have experienced before is simpler than these? Lilith is something I will not give up, can you tell me how to choose the scene now?"

Zhang Tuohai asked.

Seeing Zhang Tuohai's confident look, Zhiye was a little annoyed.

"You have successfully angered me, and I will let you know what will happen if you offend me. Now, you have no chance to choose. Go to this world!"

As Zhi Ye said, with a wave of his hand, a scene suddenly appeared at Zhang Tuohai's feet, and a black vortex appeared, swallowing Zhang Tuohai completely.

Zhang Tuohai felt dizzy for a while. When he recovered, he was shocked to find that he was squatting in a prison cell, wearing an orange prison uniform, with shackles on his hands and feet, and he looked like a serious criminal. .

"Prisoner in the prison? This identity is not very good."

Zhang Tuohai looked at the surrounding scene. At this time, he was staying in a prison cell, surrounded by cement walls, not even painted with white ash.

He was sitting on an iron bed welded to the ground, with a dirty and worn blanket under his body, a stainless steel toilet in the corner, a half roll of toilet paper on the water tank, and nothing else No.

On the top of the water tank is a small ventilation window, no more than thirty centimeters wide, with two thumb-thick iron bars installed on it, the remaining space, probably only rats can freely enter and exit.

At this moment, there was a sound of ping-pong-pong.

Zhang Tuohai turned his head, and at the end of the bed, the entire wall was covered with a metal grille door, and a prison guard was knocking on the iron railing on the cell door with a riot stick.

"No. 341, the warden asked you whether you want to participate in the Death Rally. This is your last chance. If you don't want to participate, tomorrow morning is the date of execution."

"Here, do I still have a choice?" Zhang Tuohai complained secretly, isn't this just forcing him to participate, if he doesn't participate, he really won't be able to see the sun tomorrow.

I can't even eat breakfast.

"You are quite stubborn, then I will tell the warden to prepare for the death penalty."

Seeing that Zhang Tuohai did not respond, the prison guard thought that Zhang Tuohai was still going to refuse, so he turned around and was about to leave.

"Okay, I agree." Zhang Tuohai said helplessly.

"Huh?" The prison guard was stunned, and turned his head to look at Zhang Tuohai in disbelief, "What did you say?"

"I still have things to do, I can't die tomorrow."

Zhang Tuohai said frankly.

The prison guard looked at Zhang Tuohai in disbelief, looked him up and down, and then nodded: "Okay, I will tell the warden your answer and give you a piece of advice, enjoy it while you are here. , the existence of death is actually a kind of relief.”

After speaking, the prison guard turned and left.

"What the hell is this start? I was thrown into prison at the very beginning. It's really difficult. I have to find a way to get out."

Zhang Tuohai was thinking about it, and a memory emerged in his mind, which was the memory he had assumed as his identity.

In his memory, he is a delivery man in a supermarket. In order to deliver goods quickly, he has developed a good car skills. Recently, he is considering quitting his delivery job to find a professional team.

And the prison he is in is a private prison that has been losing money year after year. With its ingenuity, it held a death racing competition and miraculously set a champion in ratings. Bowl full.

The warden saw the business opportunity and began to hold death races one after another.

A lot of money was made, but, because of the high death rate, there were fewer and fewer good drivers.

In order to reap benefits, they began to look for people with excellent driving skills in the society, and designed to get them into prisons, forcing them to participate in death racing.

And Zhang Tuohai's identity is the unlucky guy who was designed to be thrown into prison.

"Damn capital, as expected, greed and filth permeate every pore."

Zhang Tuohai lowered his head and cursed.

At this time, there was a sound of leather shoes.

The warden in uniform came over. The warden was a typical red-necked, burly figure with a scar on his face, which was said to have been injured while serving overseas.

According to the memory of his identity, the warden has a very bad temper, and he would beat and kick the prisoner if he felt unsatisfactory, and sometimes he would use instruments.

It is said that there is a torture room dedicated to him in the prison, and no prisoner who enters can stand up.

According to statistics alone, the number of prisoners who died at the hands of the warden reached double digits. Because of his brutal methods, the prisoners secretly called him the bloody butcher.

"I heard you agreed?" The warden looked Zhang Tuohai up and down through the cell door.

"That's right. After all, if you don't agree, you will die. Normal people know how to choose." Zhang Tuohai said helplessly.

"According to the rules, the prison can satisfy your few non-excessive requirements. What do you want? Money? Food? Or a woman? Or a man, as long as it is what you want, we can get it for you, as long as you can Survive, and these will always be yours."

The warden said quietly.

"I want to go and see the car I'm going to race with."

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