Summary
My fate in transmigration is bitter.
Others cross over to a life of glory, but I ended up in the Death Prison, a sallow, emaciated convict slave, just waiting for execution after autumn.
Eating spoiled food, sleeping on straw. For forty-nine days, I endured the darkness and loneliness, the rustling of rats and cockroaches nearly driving me mad.
On the fiftieth day, a few jailers dragged in a man covered in blood.
I was so excited, like a monkey finding a companion, jumping up and down around him.
“Brother, where are you from? Want to chat for a bit?”