The passage opened with a bang, and the eager crowd rushed forward. Su Zimu didn't even have time to take a breath before he was pushed out of the door by the turbulent flow of people.
However, what is outside the prison is not a vast world, but a passage hidden in darkness with no end in sight.
The people who rushed to the front didn't know which side was safer, and they crowded into a pile outside the door. They were picked up, fell down, trampled, screamed, cursed, and so on.
Facing the chaotic scene, Su Zi was in a mess.
What was fine just now, why did it turn into a mess in the blink of an eye?
"This way!" A loud roar came from the crowd, and everyone finally found the direction and rushed over in a chaotic manner.
Su Zimu is even worse. Do you know whether it is safe or dangerous over there?
A familiar figure stopped in front of him, grinning so big that his little tongue was exposed: "Brother Su, I really have you, but I can't hide it!"
Su Zimu smiled bitterly: "Brother Wan, just be fine."
"It's okay, of course it's okay, let's leave quickly!"
"Okay!" Su Zimu nodded, and just as the two were about to leave, a panicked shout suddenly came from the depths of the passage, and the flow of people rolled back, and the two groups of people in front and behind collided fiercely.
Those in front cannot retreat, those in the back cannot rush out, and those in the middle are like rats in a bellows, suffering from both ends.
The already chaotic scene became even more unbearable. The dizzy crowd crowded the passage so tightly that water couldn't get in.
Su Zimu suddenly saw thick black smoke pouring out from the passage. Wherever it went, people were turning on their backs.
He secretly shouted something bad, grabbed Wan Xiong and ran in the opposite direction.
Others who reacted quickly followed suit and started another round of escape.
However, before they had run far, the passage was filled with gushing smoke. Everyone, whether ordinary people or monks, fell limply to the ground. The only one who could still stay awake was Su Zimu.
At this moment, he was at a loss.
Just as he was about to continue rushing regardless, there was a sudden burst of unhurried footsteps in front of him. Soon after, Mo Xingliang walked out of the smoke and his eyes fell on the only person who could still stand: "It's you again!"
Su Zimu twitched his lips: "It's you and me!"
Once again, he fell into the opponent's hands, and he didn't expect any good results for himself. It was just a broken jar. At this moment, he had nothing to fear.
Mo Xingliang didn't care at all about the verbal advantage. Instead, he started talking in a very weird tone: "If you run away by yourself, you may not be able to get out. What on earth do you righteous monks think?
An unknown little kid comes forward?"
Su Zimu continued to curl his lips: "Because you and I are the same person!"
Halfway through the words, he raised his foot and kicked him, hoping to catch him off guard.
Mo Xingliang was not a good bird either. He raised his arm and a ray of yellow light hit Su Zimu.
The Su University anchor couldn't avoid it, and was hit on the head by the light. There was a muffled bang, and his head fell back sharply. He flew up to half a person's height and fell heavily to the ground.
The grandson of his grandma is indeed more handsome than three seconds!
Su Zimu lost consciousness before he hit the ground. When he woke up, he was already fixed on the bloodletting stone platform in a large shape.
Mo Xingliang tried his best and looked indifferent.
The prison boss stood aside, his bruised and swollen face filled with the pleasure of succeeding in revenge.
Su Zimu lamented in his heart and tried to struggle a few times, but the chains made a loud clanking noise. Only then did he realize that Mo had actually tied him up with chains as thick as his arms.
"Let's get started." Mo Xingliang said.
"Yes!" the cell leader agreed, picked up the hollow bamboo tube and stabbed Su Zimu's wrist.
Snap - the bamboo tube was broken into two pieces without even scratching the skin.
The prison warden threw away the bamboo pipe and pulled out a short knife, and slashed Su Zimu's wrist - with a sharp scratching sound, only a shallow white mark was left on his wrist.
The prison chief was stunned and raised his head in embarrassment.
Mo Xingliang uttered two words coldly: "Trash!" He threw it away and dropped a short knife. The sharp blade pierced the stone platform easily like cutting tofu.
The prison head pulled out the short blade and struck again.
Su Zimu suffered severe pain in his wrist and blood flowed out.
His heart shuddered, and he suddenly had a bad premonition: Although his luck has not been very smooth since he traveled through time, he is still one of the cheaters. He can't be so unlucky, and he has to hang up in this damn place today, right?
Is it the wrong way to travel?
However, by the time the prison guard put away the knife and picked up the bamboo pipe, the wound on Su Zimu's wrist had already closed. The prison guard was holding the bamboo tube, but he couldn't find the blood vessel.
This made him extremely depressed, so he immediately inserted the tube into his body as soon as he cut it. Finally, the bamboo tube was inserted into the appropriate position, and blood trickled out.
Su Zimu blinked his eyes and thought, that's it?
He exerted force suddenly, and the muscles in his arms suddenly tightened, as hard as steel.
The poor bamboo tube was immediately squeezed out of the body by the muscles in the wrist.
The wound heals and the bleeding stops.
"Young Master..." The cell leader almost collapsed, and his facial features were extremely aggrieved. It was rare for him, an old man, to act like a child.
"Get out!" shouted the cell leader, and Mo Xingliang stepped down personally and slashed Su Zimu's wrist with a knife. He actually refused to take back the dagger. Instead, he picked the wound with the knife and let the blood flow out.
Su Zimu continued to use his strength, and the muscles on both sides of the wound immediately pressed against the blood vessels. Although it failed to stop the bleeding, it also turned the meandering stream into a trickle, and it was about to stop flowing before his eyes.
Mo Xingliang's already sinister face turned even darker. He pulled out his dagger and tried to stab him again, but he saw Su Zimu looking provocative.
Putting away the dagger, Mo Xingliang said in a rather unwilling tone: "This boy has successfully forged his body. Since he can't let it go, there's no need to let it go."
As he spoke, the wound had healed.
Su Zimu raised his eyebrows. To be honest, he was also surprised by this result.
Along the way, I have always insisted on exercising, but I have never felt anything special. But not long ago, I fought hard and was undefeated, and my body's recovery ability is so strong. It is definitely not an ability that ordinary people should have.
Su Zimu almost burst into tears: Could it be said that I have been a monk for a long time?
What a joy, everyone is celebrating!
Mo Xingliang didn't give him any time to think. He took out the porcelain bottle, flicked it, cast a spell to take out a soul-eating demon, and absorbed Su Zimu's soul from the air.
Su Zimu looked at the ugly soul-eating demon, and then at Mo Xingliang, whose brows were furrowed, feeling unworthy at all.
Mo Xingliang had a toothache, so he pointed a finger, and the soul-eating demon immediately got into Su Zimu's body.
Then there was nothing more. The heat flow turned and the soul-eating demon disappeared into ashes. Vaguely, it seemed that there was something more in the consciousness.
The soul-eating demon has not been seen pulling out the soul. Mo Xingliang just thought that Su Zimu's soul was stable and it would take some time. But there was no movement when he waited, and there was no response when he waited. He immediately showed a confused look, and cast a spell to summon the soul-eating demon, but failed.
