As the blade lightened, the obstruction at the blade's edge also shattered.
Plop——!!
A round head fell from the air and hit the ground with a loud sound.
Patrol eleven, heads fell to the ground!
Before he could think about it, he felt a chill in his chest. Lin Fenghuo looked down and saw that his chest had been pierced. Before he could turn his head to look back, he felt his eyes go dark, his pupils slowly dilated, and his consciousness dissipated.
When he woke up, it was the familiar palace again, and everything was restored to its original state.
The sound of firewood burning sounded in the stove, broken glass was placed on the stove table, heavy snow was falling through the window paper, the hall was dim, and candlelight hung on the roof.
Lin Fenghuo looked around blankly, and his eyes finally remembered everything. When he beheaded the person in front of him, he also broke the control of this place on his soul power.
He knew the young policeman. He was not someone else, but an acquaintance.
"Little man, it's been two days."
I know that there is nothing in the soul niche, but I understand that I am just being used as a test subject.
The control of the soul in the "phantom realm".
When Su Xiaoxian came to me, it must be as useful as "reminiscing about old times", and I must be of little use value.
Anyone who can break free from the control of my soul must either have strong enough soul power or have deeper demonic skills than me. However, although I can feel the signs that Lin Fenghuo is subdued by the demon, what is released is only evil energy.
As he finished speaking, Lin Fenghuo's hand holding the knife trembled a little, and his body suddenly froze. However, it was not as Su Xiaoxian expected. He neither preferred death to submission nor came to beg me.
Since Su Xiaoxian retreated into the cell where Lin Fenghuo was imprisoned, he had stayed here for two full days before coming out. As for when he would be seen again, Old Man Dayong said it was bad and simply stopped taking care of him.
Hearing this, Lin Fenghuo across from me was startled. I looked at Su Xiaoxian with some doubts in my eyes.
Time passed quickly. Su Xiaoxian had been staring at the opening process of the soul niche since before Lin Fenghuo moved. Small beads of sweat fell from his forehead. When it passed between his fingers, the darkness behind his eyes suddenly disappeared.
Once dark,
Apart from being captured and sent back, is there no other choice for me?
"There are no conditions, or do I want to recruit you? Why can he still use his inner strength outside?" Lin Fenghuo asked.
At this moment, Lin Fenghuo did not tremble at all, nor did he rise up to resist. He was just calm.
Lin Fenghuo looked at the box behind his eyes, with some doubts in his eyes.
Because inside, it’s not just a soul niche with wooden panels!
The hunched old jailer could treat him the same as my jailer.
The box behind me is exactly what I saw when I retreated to the seventh floor.
The box is very useful, it is not just a hand-carved wooden box, but... I understand that everything is just an illusion. The reason why I was given that box in that illusion was to confuse their eyes.
"Why is he here?" Lin Fenghuo asked.
"Yes." The plump old man nodded. I raised my head and looked somewhere in front of me, then lowered my eyes and continued to sleep.
But Su Xiaoxian didn't understand why he suddenly broke out of his control when he had obviously stopped the other party from taking the knife.
Although I don't know why he appears here.
Su Xiaoxian sat at the front of the stairs and spoke hurriedly, but did not answer Lin Fenghuo's question.
Lin Fenghuo placed the soul niche in the palm of his hand, only fiddled with a few locks on the surface with his hands, and then removed them.
On the other hand, Lin Fenghuo relaxed.
Ever since I knew that everything I see and experience now is just an illusion and dream created by Su Xiaoxian, I have become extremely cooperative.
Since Su Xiaoxian was able to control himself with the power of the soul in prison, it means that he must have great hands and eyes. Compared with this, the information that I, Lin Fenghuo, possesses is much greater than that of a child who has just learned it.
The control of the soul has not dissipated. Su Xiaoxian, dressed in patrol clothes, hurriedly walked up the stairs from the seventh floor: "Strange, why can he still remain confused in the "Fantasy Realm"?"
Lin Fenghuo raised his head hurriedly and asked again. Before getting Ruo's answer, he remained silent for a long time.
In this case, it is too easy to use.
"Does he want to leave?"
At the beginning, this person gave Su the full power. Since I could choose to stay for two days, there must be no reason for it. What our Zhu family wants to see is only the result. As for the process, let me do whatever I want.
Suddenly, my pupils shrank a bit, my lips moved slightly, and I said this answer that even I dared to doubt: "Could it be that... we retreated on our own?"
The plump old man raised his eyes when he heard this, his brows furrowed, as if no one was bothering me to rest.
White energy appeared rapidly in his hands, and the evil energy that had been suppressed in the Dantian suddenly surged up and moved rapidly along the meridians in the body until it condensed between Lin Fenghuo's fingers.
"Just like he doesn't have the ability to see through nightmares, you don't have the ability to see through nightmares either." Su Xiaoxian spoke hurriedly, patiently answering Lin Fenghuo's questions, paused, and continued, "Why did he come to that prison?"
...dream...
Lin Fenghuo rolled his eyes and immediately figured out what happened.
It was already a dark white night in the prison, and all the lights of the candles had been blown out, leaving only a few powerful candles, barely illuminating the corridors of the prison.
Just when he was about to say something, he found a hunched figure standing in front of him, his sleepy eyes dissipating a little.
I still remember that the blood flowing through the entire staircase and the ground on the first floor came from outside.
This area is his home field.
He has been in the nightmare of the soul controlled by Su Xiaoxian.
Seeing this, Su Xiaoxian moved forward, his eyes full of vigilance. At this moment, I had already entered the seventh floor compartment in a few breaths, looking down at Lin Fenghuo's every move upstairs.
Su Xiaoxian frowned and looked up, knowing when the lit candle in his hand had been extinguished.
Even the guards on duty in the prison fell into a deep sleep, leaving only a plump old man squatting at the end of a long table somewhere with his eyes closed and meditating.
At the last moment, with the provocation of Lin Fenghuo's fingers, the soul niche was opened a little, but nothing else appeared from it. The cover under the soul niche seemed to be blocking something special.
Every time the beacon is opened, you have to use your full strength.
The appearance of Su Xiaoxian was the only bridge for me to get out of that prison. Even if there was a trap in front of me, I could only follow it.
"As long as he opens that box, he can take you out, right?"