The pattern of the human figure can be vaguely seen as the pattern of animal heads, which are constantly gathered and dispersed, and it feels incompatible with the Taotie method.
In addition, Ren Qing also found the word "jailer" deep in the opponent's eyes, which seemed to represent his identity in Abi Hell.
Ren Qing thought of the twelve herbs that grew on Tuofeng Mountain due to the disaster relief zone.
There are inexplicable similarities between the two.
He couldn't help but think about it.
Could it be that after the Taotie method was promoted to the Abi Hell, the space in the belly developed the characteristics of a restricted area?
Roar!!!
The ape jailer interrupted Ren Qing's thoughts. It escaped from the wall and rushed towards him very quickly.
Unfortunately, in Ren Qing's eyes, the ape jailer was at the level of the half-zombie state for the first time at best, and could not even compare to Song Rong, who was seriously injured and was about to die.
The Damiao sword was unsheathed, and the blade was just right to deflect the ape jailer.
Ren Qing took half a step back, but he didn't expect that the ape jailer was stronger than he thought.
Seeing that the attack was ineffective, the ape jailer became more and more impatient and kept waving his arms to hammer Ren Qing.
Ren Qing moved around and dodged, and at the same time, the double pupils of his eyes were used to the extreme, trying to figure out the existence of this jailer.
While he was fighting, a mouse's head poked out from the corner of the cell's bars. It turned out to be a cat-sized possum.
The possum's eyes were filled with viciousness, and its long and slender tongue stretched out to lick the tip of its nose.
Ren Qing glanced at it with his peripheral vision.
He noticed that there were living creatures in Abi Hell and was immediately surprised. How could ordinary creatures survive in the inner space of Yangshen Realm.
Ren Qing reacted immediately.
This probably came from one of the monks, controlling the possum through the blood vessel railing.
He didn't know the other party's purpose, and he probably didn't have any good intentions. In this case, he should get rid of the jailer as soon as possible.
The heavy pupils turned, and countless flaws came into view.
With Ren Qing's current strength, he can easily seize the flaw and counterattack without even needing to transform into a werewolf.
First a knife.
Blood splattered on the joints of the ape jailer's feet, and it fell to the ground instinctively, but its claws still maintained their attacking posture.
Before his arm could touch Ren Qing, the long and narrow blade was already lying there.
Whoosh...
There was a sound of breaking through the air, the light of the sword flashed from bottom to top, the ape jailer's arm was neatly cut off by the roots, and the painful wail came.
Blood fell like raindrops.
Ren Qing still had time to use the tip of the knife to deflect the blood spots so as not to contaminate his body.
The possum outside had a blood-red bead in its mouth. When it saw Ren Qing chopping melons and vegetables before the jailer, he immediately hesitated.
Then he remembered Ren Qing's transcendent status that was different from the other monks when he entered the Jailer's Hall, and his heart became extremely twisted.
Why don't you have to practice the magic technique to escape death, and don't have to pretend to be neither human nor ghost, and die for me!!!
The Possum spit the ball into the cell.
The ball shattered, and a stream of light yellow gas dispersed.
The Possum's face was full of joy, and then he quietly hid in the corner of the walkway.
But the situation in the prison cell was completely opposite.
Ren Qing did not let himself be contaminated by the gas and simply cut off the ape's head.
The ape's corpse fell heavily to the ground, and then merged into the flesh and blood wall, giving people the feeling that it really looked like a strange object.
Ren Qing wiped off the blood on the blade with linen cloth and patted the blood vessel railing with his hand. He felt far less tough than before.
"You should be able to go out."
Bang bang bang.
There was a slight vibration outside the cell.
When Ren Qing saw the subtle werewolf transformation on his limbs, his physique was instantly boosted, and he grabbed the handle of the knife with both hands.
Swing the knife and chop it away.
The light of the knife is invisible to the naked eye.
A white line suddenly appeared on the blood vessel, and then it was neatly broken into two parts.
Ren Qing stepped out of the cell and smelled an extremely strong smell of blood in his nose, mixed with a rancid smell.
The Possum shivered with fright, and its expression turned gloomy.
He never imagined that Ren Qing could escape from the cell so easily, and he suddenly regretted what he had just done.
I'm afraid I'm going to get angry.
Fortunately, the aura has already dissipated, and it must be enough to attract the jailer.
The shaking became more intense.
The fleshy ball-shaped jailer was rolling. It seemed to sense the breath and blended directly into the wall, heading towards the cell where Ren Qing was.
The Possum hid in the shadow of the corridor, planning to wait until the jailer or Ren Qing was dead before going out, so as not to affect him.
Although it is only a clone, death will still affect the main body, and even cause the blood to be backfired.
There was a lot of movement around the cell, but what surprised the Possum was that it only lasted a few breaths.
After all, the previous jailer had been fighting with Ren Qing for a long time, so the newly recruited jailer couldn't hold out for even a moment, right?
No matter what, let's pass the message to the ontology first.
The possum waited a moment and then quietly crawled out of the corner.
But before he walked a few meters forward, he suddenly felt a shadow pressing on him, and a trace of murderous intent seeping into him.
The Possum raised his head stiffly and saw Ren Qing holding a knife and looking at him with an unpredictable smile on his expression.
The body of Meat Ball Jailer was lying not far away. It looked like it had been cut in half with a knife, and the incision looked extremely smooth.
"How can it be……"
The Possum stood there in shock, and then was tightly grasped by Ren Qing's right palm, and its eyes became swollen due to the force of the squeeze.
Ren Qing called out the information flow.
【Wang San'er】
【Age: Thirty-six】
[Shouyuan: eleven years]
[Skill: Rat Infestation Judgment (Rat Mother)]
[Created by Taoist Pestilence. To practice this method, you need to take special plague poison for sixteen consecutive days. You can only practice it after your body is not dead from the poison. 】
Ren Qing pondered for a moment, recalling that there was a similar low-class gang in the east of the city that specialized in dirty theft.
It seems to be called "Mud Club".
Wait, if a monk dies in Abi Hell, strange things will be born, right?
Wuhu!!!
Then you can choose the technique that suits you...
He deliberately did not use all his strength, causing the possum to turn into pieces of meat and fall to the ground, and managed to let out a shrill cry.
At the same time, rustling sounds could be heard in the distance of the corridor.
A dozen possums emerged from a cell somewhere, trying to escape.
"Ha, there's not even a fork in the road nearby, where can you escape?"
Ren Qing used her legs to exert strength, took three steps and then two steps with the knife and rushed forward. Almost every time she swung the knife, she could accurately kill a possum.
The screams kept echoing.
It only took half a cup of tea, and the ground was already covered with possum corpses, which were swallowed up by the wall of flesh and blood in just a moment.
Ren Qing followed the traces to the cell where the Possum got out.
A skinny little man was lying inside, and it looked like he could only take in air but not get out.
The man stared at Ren Qing with frightened eyes.
Then his mouth opened wide, and a possum weighing four to five kilograms slowly crawled out of the esophagus and ran out of the cell.