Doomsday Pavilion

At this time, somewhere in an unknown underground space.

"Come on!"

"Give me water!"

"Help!"

"****!"

No matter how he shouted, there was nothingness in the cold and quiet space, and it seemed that his voice hadn't been heard at all.

In the darkness, Chen Ting relied on only a little light passing through the gap, and found the water bottle in search and search. He raised his head and took two mouthfuls.

The water in the kettle didn't know if it was left for too long or for some other reason, it exuded a strong smell of swill.

I felt better after pouring the last drop of rotten water from the kettle into my mouth, and threw the kettle away.

The colloidal water bottle hit the ground, and a dull hollow "pop" echoed in the small space.

Chen Ting didn't know how long he was taken here, and there was no such long day and night.

A month? Two months? Still half a year?

The silence and emptiness were tormenting him all the time. He even started talking to himself to prevent him from going crazy. Even if the person who delivered the food from the small door would not even reach out his hand, he could still nag over there. Hour.

He inferred that this should be a cellar, and near some underground water source, even the air exudes a musty smell.

I don't know anything else.

What's the use of knowing, assign task forces, oh, there will be no one to rescue them at all.

It is difficult to say what happened to the assigned task force that day, but judging from the current situation, it should not be optimistic.

who are they?

What are they going to do?

The life of fear and fear is not easy, but it can make people's nerves tense and stay awake at all times.

——This is also one of the reasons why Chen Ting has not gone mad.

"Crack!"

A dazzling beam of light suddenly shot from the top of his head, and Chen Ting, who had not seen the sky for a long time, endured his dizziness, trying hard to see what was in that beam of light.

"Hey, it's a bit ugly to look ugly, but life is very hard."

"Look at his eyes, they should still be awake, you two, bring him up!"

"Betrayer, remember this day, this is your lucky day."

"This is the last one. If you break one of his hair, take care of your skin!"

Long-lost voice, human dialogue!

Just as Chen Ting was about to say something, a slender but long hand was strangling his throat.

"Click."

His jaw was removed, and Chen Ting struggled desperately, yelling vaguely.

"Who are you and what are you going to do...Ouch!"

Chen Ting watched that bloody tongue was thrown on the ground casually, covered with dust, there was no fluctuation in his heart, but he felt that his life might be cursed.

Sora has Tier 3 strength, but has not had time to enjoy any beauty of Huahua World.

Lucky day?

What a lucky day like shit!

Afterwards, a woman with black skin and bald head and hideous looks stuffed Chen Ting's mouth into half a ball of foul-smelling grass blades that were chewed. The blood in the wound was quickly stopped, and the numbness was no longer painful.

The place where he was was a huge cave, empty and quiet.

The ground was flowing and covered with a thin layer of fog, and square windows could be seen under the fog, exactly the same as the cave where he lived.

"Take him to clean, move faster!"

Chen Ting was dragged by two extremely strong dark-skinned women to a smaller cave. There was a pale yellow boiling spring in the middle with a strong smell of sulfur.

His Tier 3 power had no resistance at all. He was rubbed like a sponge under the hands of two tall dark-skinned women. The boiling hot water made him howl miserably, but he couldn't help it. Say something meaningful, after all, the tongue has been cut off.

The woman standing at the entrance of the cave with her back to him screamed,

"What is the name of the ghost, if you call it again, take off your vocal cords!"

Chen Ting shut up immediately, gritted his teeth and resisted without saying a word.

At this time, Chen Ting was still thinking about when Daddy could enjoy the treatment of two powerful women with at least Tier 3 strength.

Hehe, ugly is a bit ugly.

Feeling that the skin had been rubbed off by two layers, Chen Ting was put on a suit, his limbs and eyes were covered with a black cloth, and he threw it onto some kind of transportation.

This lying down is three days.

Chen Ting was an evolutionary, and he could almost kill him if he didn't enter for three days.

"stand up!"

Chen Ting had fallen into a semi-conscious state due to hunger, and he seemed to come to a forest in a daze.

——Well, because Chen Ting’s eyes are full of coquettish green, so green that makes his scalp numb.

"Betrayer, you, from Mingguang?"

In the voice of a tall, mature woman, Chen Ting could feel the tenderness and ecstasy of that voice.

"Ha ha..."

Chen Ting laughed. He didn't even know why he laughed. Hunger had already caused his nerves to rebel.

There is meat, rice, wine and vegetables in my mind, but there is no logic that can be connected.

"Snapped!"

He was immediately lashed on the back, giving him a moment of sobriety.

"Betrayer, look up!"

Chen Ting raised his head like a walking corpse, and the dry muscles and pale jaws behind his side face.

"Hiss, such a strong and ugly man."

"Do all the men outside look like this?"

"Hey, he looks like a monkey who hasn't evolved completely."

There were such whispers everywhere in the empty hall, and Chen Ting couldn't help being furious.

"Uh, say, hey, oops, oops."

It's over, without the tongue, even the ability to scold the street.

Anger coupled with hunger, Chen Ting fell down with a surge of blood.

"what happened?"

"My lord, he... is hungry and fainted..."

"Bastard! The sages only leave the customs once in a few years, and only a moment... wake him up!"

"No need."

A thin, withered vine-like, cold and slippery hand covered Chen Ting's face.

Even in a coma, Chen Ting couldn't help but shudder.

As if cold and slippery tentacles were directly touching his brain, some pictures of broken memories emerged.

"Mingguang..."

"It's...the real...world..."

"Lin's little...Lin...Bafanglou Jiuzhan Palace...interesting memory...blood corpse...tsk...hehehe..."

"Dear sage, Yeluan..."

"It's okay, I can perceive that the fire of her life...burns more and more...just wait for...the nightmare gets more...I can..."

The old hoarse voice was intermittent, as if the cracking of metal scratching echoed in Chen Ting's head, making him feel painful.

"Who are you!"

Chen Ting shouted at that voice.

The unparalleled light bloomed in his mind, almost scorching and evaporating his soul.

"Very much anticipated Mental Energy, betrayer, maybe you can give me more surprises."

Chen Ting seemed to see a huge rotten arm made of blood and fire grabbing him, and then completely lost consciousness.

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