In order to protect his 'treasure', Wang Bibao unleashed his potential and fought with all his strength. Sun Mo was rescuing people and could not kill him, so he was timid and finally accidentally kicked by Wang Bibao in the chest, causing him to fall out.
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boom!
Sun Mo hit the wall, causing cracks to appear on the stone wall made of huge rocks, which showed how powerful the attack he withstood was.
"do you died?"
Lian Hongying was secretly happy, but she just followed and saw Sun Mo standing up without even vomiting a mouthful of blood.
"My dear, isn't your ability to resist being hit too strong?"
Everyone was shocked.
"Master Sun, don't waste your efforts, it's useless!"
Ji Han persuaded: "No one who enters this cage can be saved once they go crazy."
"what is inside?"
Sun Mo turned around and asked other people who had entered.
"There are three lines of text on the wall, which should be in ancient languages!"
"No, I've studied ancient linguistics, but I've never seen anything like this. It feels more like a spell!"
"Don't worry about it, it's still weird!"
The famous teachers who had just entered were extremely frightened.
Sun Mo stood at the door and found that as long as he didn't go in, Wang Bibao would not attack. He looked like a lion guarding his territory.
If he waited any longer, Wang Bibao would definitely die, so Sun Mo was not polite and raised his hand to release the Spiritual Wave Technique.
Phew! Phew! Phew!
The beam flew and hit Wang Bibao's two calves, shattering the bones and restricting his movement.
"I'm sorry!"
Everyone was shocked, even Ji Han, who stared at Sun Mo's hands in stunned silence.
Isn't this attack too fast?
And the range is so long, doesn't this mean that as long as Sun Mo is willing, he can strike first even from a distance of dozens of meters?
boom!
Wang Bibao fell to the ground, but he put his hands on the ground and tried to stand up. Sun Mo had no choice but to use spiritual waves to smash his arms.
"Master Wang, calm down, I'm here to help you!"
Sun Mo rushed into the prison and quickly pressed on Wang Bibao's body with both hands to help him stop the bleeding.
"Get out, this is my treasure!"
Wang Bibao roared like a mad dog, wanting to bite and kill Sun Mo.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Sun Mo clicked his fingers together and sealed Wang Bibao's meridians, making him unable to move. Then the guy started spitting.
"Master Wang!"
Sun Mo tried to persuade him again, but Wang Bibao's head suddenly exploded with a bang. Hot and moist blood and brains splashed all over Sun Mo.
"I told you earlier, it's useless!"
Ji Han chuckled.
"You are also a Seven-Star Master Teacher. I think you are worse than a pig or a dog!"
Sun Mo narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at Ji Han. This kind of person did not deserve his respect.
"Sun Mo, don't be so shameless!"
Ji Han's face also darkened, and the spiritual energy in his body stirred, with a sign of a volcanic eruption: "Standing here, what about the Seven Stars? Even if he is a saint, his life is no different from that of a jailer!"
Wu You and Pang Tong looked at each other. This Ji Han was indeed dissatisfied. Thinking about it, he had no way to teach and educate people in Kyushu during his good years, so he came here to guard prisoners. It was indeed a difficult life.
"Then you can resign too!"
Sun Mo fired back.
"Resign? Are you a child who has never been bitten by the old dog of society? If you could resign, I would have left long ago."
Ji Han smiled: "Do you think I'm cruel? But I've told you in advance that visiting the three major mysteries of the prison rashly will lead to death. It's because you are so arrogant and confident that you insist on solving them."
The candidates laughed at themselves. Generally speaking, such and such big mysteries and unsolved mysteries in remote mountain villages are all just bluffs and gimmicks. Who knew your big prison was real?
If you take it seriously, Ji Han is really not to blame.
"Our famous teachers all speak with their strength. If you are unhappy, go and solve the mystery, or shut up."
Ji Han got angry: "You have made some achievements and been praised a few times. Do you really think that you are invincible?"
"I don't know if I am invincible or not, but I know that I am definitely more human than you!"
Sun Mo wiped the blood from his face and decided to fight to the end.
"etc!"
The old farmer grabbed Sun Mo and said, "Don't be reckless!"
"Master Tang is right, don't be impulsive."
Wu You advised, but the others were just sitting on the mountain watching the show, and the person who died had nothing to do with him anyway.
"Sun Mo, keep going crazy, don't let others look down upon you!"
Lian Hongying said: "Crack all the three major mysteries here and slap them in the face."
"Shut your bitch!"
Sun Mo glared at Lian Hongying and stood in the center of the prison.
The prison is very ordinary, because no one dares to come in to clean it, there is already a thick layer of dust, and the walls are mottled with scratches, all left by the prisoners who once lived here.
Due to moisture, patches of green mold grew in the corners and cracks of the walls.
Sun Mo raised his head and looked at the wall facing the slate bed. There were three lines of words written on it.
Sun Mo is proficient in archeology and familiar with ancient linguistics, but he has never seen these words. However, based on the cause of Wang Bibao's death, he already knows that this is a psychic incantation.
Wang Bibao died of mental pollution, and the source of the pollution seemed to be a psychic beast?
Generally speaking, no matter what contract is signed between the psychic and the psychic beast, when the psychic dies, the contract will be naturally terminated, and the psychic beast will either die or be free.
But now, through a passage of words, the prisoner still controls the psychic beast.
This is simply a miraculous skill, because summoning a psychic beast is like starting a fire with a lighter. It requires spells as sparks and spiritual energy as power. But if the psychic is dead, where do the spells and spiritual energy come from?
Sun Mo read the text on the wall, took a quick note, and looked away out of caution, and then tried to communicate with the psychic beast.
"I can channel the divine language and can give you freedom!"
Still using the old method, Sun Mo felt that the psychic beast definitely didn't want to be 'restrained' in this cell all the time.
Just no response.
Sun Mo was not in a hurry and sat down cross-legged.
"What is he going to do?"
Lian Hongying was confused.
"Oh, it's just opportunistic. Do you think you won't die if you don't read that paragraph? I tell you, it's useless."
Ji Han put his hands behind his back, confident of victory.
They are all famous teachers and are full of curiosity about unknown things, so how could they not do experiments. In the case of Sun Mo, they had already tried it on prisoners.
Even if you don't read that paragraph, you may go crazy as long as you are in prison, and the longer you stay, the greater the chance of going crazy.
A quarter of an hour passed and Sun Mo found nothing.
He was a little worried, but he didn't know that this scene left Ji Han stunned.
"Why isn't he crazy?"
Ji Han suddenly became a little nervous. This boy couldn't really be a man protected by the goddess of luck. Can he solve this mystery?
No, I'm overthinking it. This kid obviously has a stronger will and is more resistant than others. As long as he continues to stay, his mind will definitely return to zero and he will go crazy.
"Did I guess wrong and there is no psychic beast?"
Sun Mo finally looked at those three lines of words.
I can even understand the language of some ancient tribes with only a few hundred people, but I can't understand this. This is very abnormal. I ask myself how knowledgeable I am.
Wait, think differently!
Why did the prisoner leave this text?
Vent your anger?
Cynical?
Deliberately deceiving people?
It is possible.
"Ji Han, who is the prisoner who left these three lines of text?"
Sun Mo asked.
"you guess!"
Ji Han didn't answer.
"If you don't even tell me the most basic information, what's the point of this test? And if I go out and ask anyone about this kind of question, I'm afraid they all know it."
Sun Mo sneered.
Ji Han frowned and reluctantly uttered two words.
"saint!"
Indeed, these three lines of text are known to everyone as the mystery of the Extremis Prison. Some high-star masters have even copied them, just to test whether others will go crazy after reading them.
It turns out that only the three lines of words on the wall can drive people crazy.
Sun Mo fell into deep thought.
Since he is a saint, he is definitely not a narrow-minded person. What will he do when life is the darkest and when he is most close to death?
Sun Mo asked himself, he would also curse, get angry, and even hurt himself, but in the end, he still wanted to keep what he had learned in this life.
Let alone a famous master, he is just an ordinary craftsman who wants to pass on his craftsmanship so that it is not lost.
Furthermore, even if the saint is not looking for a successor, he must still want revenge, right?
Sun Mo thought along this line of thought.
But we cannot let the guards like Ji Han decipher their own inheritance, so these words must not be partial, because even the famous masters of Gaoxing cannot decipher the language, let alone others.
If these three lines weren’t language at all…
Yes, why does it have to be so complicated?
For these guards, they must have preconceptions that the three lines of words left by the saint are unfathomable, but in fact, they may be just a threshold.
Then the way to overcome it must not be difficult.
"Holy Saint, if you have been framed and you want a disciple to avenge you before you give him your inheritance, then I am willing to fight for you!"
Sun Mo looked at the three lines of text and respectfully reported in his heart that he had a bottom line. If this saint was a bad guy, he would rather not take the other person's 'legacy'.
After saying this three times in a row, a strong mental impact burst out from the words, like a tsunami, and swept towards Sun Mo.
boom!
Sun Mo's mind was shaken, his vision went dark, and he was pulled into an empty staircase classroom.
What the hell?
Sun Mo lowered his head and saw that he was actually wearing a simple student robe, and there was an old man in the classroom.
His face was haggard, his hair was gray, and he looked like he was seriously ill and about to die.
"I am Saint Bai Dong!"
The old man looked at Sun Mo with a kind expression: "I've finally waited for you, my student, kowtow now and accept my inheritance!"
Sun Mo didn't move, and he didn't feel any joy. After all, who can guarantee that this is not a test? If the saint's legacy can be obtained so easily, it would be too cheap.
"Is this how you treat saints?"
The old man was very disappointed: "You don't even want to call me Dongsheng!"