Ye Chen, who was in danger, could only be a dead horse as a live horse doctor, and took Zhang Chun's risky move. He poured the glass a little and wrote a string of numbers on the table. "Remember?" he asked. Zhang Chun nodded, and recited it silently a few times in his heart, which was really remembered.

"Before they suspect your identity, make sure to call this number and notify the person on the other side to find a way to get me out. ”

"But I don't even know about this place. I was brought in with their head covered. The communication tools have been taken away and will have to be returned to me when I get to the clinic. Zhang Chun also said that he was very helpless.

Ye Chen was stunned and immediately said: "There is no other way, you need to calculate the time of driving and search for suspicious places within this range." Remember, contact this number, and you go and discuss a plan to save me. ”

"The sect leader is really clever. Zhang Chun didn't forget to pat Ye Chen's ass.

Ye Chen smiled bitterly, thinking that Lao Tzu was still clever, this life was still hanging in mid-air. No, we must not be discouraged, we must muster up courage and overcome difficulties. Ye Chen immediately collected his thoughts, and told Zhang Chundao: "You must pretend that nothing happened." Nothing happened. Once they find out something and move me, it's even more impossible to save me. ”

After sending Zhang Chun away, Ye Chen breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that what happened next would be left to fate. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his body, and he knew that it was the spirit of the immortal body that was eating at his body. But it was the first time Ye Chen had encountered such an extreme situation, and he didn't know how to deal with it at all. Isn't it just a pain, then endure it. But as soon as this thought came to mind, I couldn't help it.

The pain was like burning him on a fire, like a needle prick, dense like a projection of fire. The pain in the flesh was so intense that soon the whole body was soaked, and the whole person was wet. At this time, it was very inopportune, and the boils at the Yuan Vein also came to join in the fun, and it itched.

Ye Chen roared in his heart: "I'm grass, it's unbearable to kill me!" Suddenly he remembered the lengyan mantra, although this is a bit idealistic, but he wishes that something would happen to it at this time, he must give it a try, what if there is really a miracle? Besides, his situation could not be worse.

"Nan no Satan, Sukadoye..."

Just do it, he really thought about it and recited it. Halfway through the reading, the sweat all over my body was even more, and the pain was even worse than before. What kind of magic method lotus is this, why is it that the more you recite it, the more powerful it becomes? No, this is the stage of eliminating karma, keep reciting! He endured the pain and continued to recite it.

Finally, with an oops, the pain in the ribs and the pain in the body came together, like a big wave rushing over and overturning his whole body. He fell on the bed, the world of consciousness was dark, and he only heard his own muttering: "Hit your lungs!"

I don't know how long it took, he woke up, there was a table of meals on the desk, it didn't seem to be cold yet, there were chickens and fish, and he took care of the sect leader was an authentic northern man, and there were two big white steamed buns. Ye Chen, who was extremely weak, struggled to get out of bed, and ran to a table of delicacies, only in front of him, eat his mother's full meal first, who knows if the sun will rise tomorrow. Suddenly, there was another sharp pain in his body, which made him regain consciousness. Ye Chen thought to himself, Lao Tzu is already like this, what does it make if he eats this meal or not, in case this meal is also manipulated by the old fox of Uncle Fang, wouldn't he fall for him again? No, you can't eat it! After making up his mind, Ye Chen really controlled his mouth.

The pain swept over me again. This time it was even more powerful than before, and his body began to tremble unconsciously, trying to keep his hands from shaking, but he couldn't do it. If it goes on like this, he will finally not be able to hold on, the old fox's methods are really strong, and he actually made Ye Chen so embarrassed. If it goes on like this, Ye Chen doesn't need the old fox to come over and ask, he is about to beg him when he cries and kneels.

Using a doctor to keep him in a physical state, and then making him unable to survive or die, this is Uncle Fang's evil purpose and shameless means. He really can do anything to achieve his own ends. If this kind of person is used to do good deeds, he will be a great good person, but if he is used to do bad things, he will do everything, and it will only bring more suffering to countless people.

Ye Chen couldn't support it anymore, his body was already very weak, and under this painful attack, he completely collapsed on the bed. His face was as pale as paper, and beads of sweat the size of beans fell to the ground in strings. Every drop of sweat is the essence of his body, and if he continues like this, he will only die.

The door opened. Uncle Fang smoked a large cigar, followed by his four tall feet. The kidnapper opened the door with his face, and when he opened the door, he looked at the dining table, but saw that he had not moved, and then exchanged glances with Uncle Fang. Ye Chen knew in his heart that there was really something wrong with the food on the table, but fortunately he controlled his mouth and didn't move the chicken, duck and fish.

"Virtuous nephew, do you remember all the doctor's instructions? Don't be angry, don't be tempted. As long as you think about it, this body will not get better for a while. It hurts, doesn't it? To endure or not to endure, just in your thoughts. What is there to be nostalgic for the kitchen knife door, it will only bring you pain, why are you suffering?"

Uncle Fang gulped on tobacco, and the whole room was filled with the smell of tobacco in an instant. This is imported tobacco from Cuba, it belongs to a man*, and even if you take a puff, you will be addicted to it for the rest of your life.

Ye Chen couldn't speak, so he could only stretch out his hand with difficulty, and the direction of his hand was the direction of Uncle Fang. Uncle Fang was overjoyed, could it be that Ye Chen had softened, and the banner of victory was swaggering?

Ye Chen gasped for breath, and said word by word: "I-also-taste!"

Uncle Fang's heart was boiling with 10,000 beasts, not only did this guy not repent, but he also wanted to be chic in Cuba in Jincheng's heart! After doing so many things, I had hoped that he would pour beans into a bamboo tube and do it all, but I didn't expect that it was still a dead duck with a hard mouth, and he actually wanted to smoke me! Could it be that this guy was really beaten with iron, or was he in a daze of pain, thinking that he was on vacation?

"Grass!" The man with glasses looked indignant, and kicked Ye Chen's arm, which snapped in two. "Do you still want to smoke Cuban cigars? Do you want to match you with two more beautiful girls who are black and white, and carry you on a cruise to enjoy!"

Click. With his arm broken in two, Ye Chen's body felt a lot more comfortable, and the spirit of the immortal body seemed to be constantly creating injuries before he could stop the pain brought to him. In short, the pain of a broken arm was only neurological, but the immortal spirit brought him a mysterious pain. Ye Chen seemed to be inspired by this.

Uncle Fang was not too anxious, although he was very disappointed, he felt that the time would eventually be reached. He took out a cigar without hurry, put it under his nose and sniffed it, looking like he was enjoying it. Then he put the cigar out of Ye Chen's arm's reach, and put it together with the cigar, and there was a lighter with a very sultry beach beauty. Finally, he left the room with the person.

Even when the battle with Yang Qiwa was at its worst, Ye Chen was not as helpless as he is now, he was like a tiger with no teeth removed, trapped in a cage, and the cage was still shrinking until it squeezed him to a complete deformation. Those days when there were constant difficulties in school but relaxed, scenes replayed in his mind like a movie. But the ordinary days can't go back, is he really going to be wasted here?

Not to mention that I am a master of the Kitchen Knife Sect!

He caught a glimpse of the myriad electrical appliances in the room, and he thought of electrocuting himself. Lao Tzu wants to input electricity into his body in the name of Tesla, who invented alternating current, Edison, who invented the light bulb, and Bell, who invented the telephone. Only by breaking can we stand up, Lao Tzu wants to open the world's No. 1 sect leader, and today I will start with electric shock.

With almost all his strength, he ripped off the insulating shell of the board, and pounced on it like a fish out of water in the face of the sea.

Boom!

The wires, electrical panels, and electrical appliances in the room burst out due to a short circuit, and almost instantly, the whole room was filled with the smell of burnt paste and thick smoke. At the same time, Ye Chen's body twitched violently, and the bandages on his whole body that had been shocked by the electric shock were burned, and his face was so black that he couldn't see his face clearly. Ye Chen's ears recalled a song: "Let the past follow the wind, all with the wind!"

"What's going on? Ahh

The people downstairs panicked and almost collapsed the stairs, and someone kicked the door open and rushed in. I saw that it was dark inside, filled with a strong smell of burnt thread, and I was choked with my nose and couldn't open my eyes. "Nima, you smoke your life!" faintly heard the voice of the eyed man, and he thought that Ye Chen was greedy for cigars to cause this chaotic situation.

Shining in with a large searchlight, I saw that the bed was dark, but Ye Chen's figure was gone. The glasses man lifted the blanket on the bed, and Ye Chen was gone!

What about Ye Chen? His heart was roaring! This fool used a cigarette to ascend to immortality?

"Close the door! call me all up, and no one is allowed to go out!" was the man with glasses on duty, and he thought to himself at that time, Uncle Fang would definitely use crutches to abuse his chrysanthemums into proud sunflowers!

As soon as the words landed, suddenly a bright light appeared, and with a bang, the outside also exploded. In an instant, the whole villa was black, and he couldn't see his five fingers. There are no emergency lights installed in the villa, so it is completely dark. It's just a good building, it's not necessarily a real villa, otherwise it wouldn't be used as a prison cell, it's not so much a villa as an illegal building.

"Nima, protect Master!" The man with glasses showed his instinct for ordinary training at this moment, and in case of an emergency, he would protect the head first.

The villa became a pot of porridge, and some people were responsible for searching for Ye Chen, whose whereabouts were unknown and might even ascend to immortal, and part of them were used to protect Uncle Fang. Uncle Fang was not in the slightest, he shouted: "What are you panicking about? I'm afraid that he will pretend to be a ghost? It's just a power outage! Develop a motor!" In fact, he can't understand what the current situation is, and the matter of usurping himself is a big decision that he made after asking God for divination many times, and no one knows better than him that the rules of this sect, deceiving teachers and destroying ancestors will be punished. "Impossible. He comforted himself over and over again, but in fact he was already very guilty.

As they were busy in a pot of porridge, a figure stood high in the building, and with a click, the light of a lighter illuminated a black, bandaged face. It was Ye Chen! He had a cigar in his mouth, and he burned it against the flame. The person down there couldn't see what his face looked like behind the bandage, and people had almost forgotten what his face looked like.

The bottom was surprisingly quiet, with his head raised high, and with Ye Chen's burst of swallowing, it seemed that the fragrance of tobacco sprayed on everyone's face. After a period of silence, the man with glasses shouted loudly: "Don't let me go up and catch him!" An order was given, led by the strong man, followed by the man with glasses, followed by the lonely crutch face and the fat man, accompanied by three or five male and female disciples, and hugged him upstairs.

The villa was still dark, and everyone was just heading for the erratic cigar burning hotspot. But they only managed to grab a cigar that hadn't burned completely.

"If Israel sees me and asks me with a voice, it is a man who walks in evil ways, and cannot see what is coming."

Ye Chen's voice seemed to be far away, and he clearly sent this verse of the Diamond Sutra to the ears of everyone who didn't know what to do in the dark. At this time, Ye Chen seemed to be incarnated as Buddhas, everywhere and everywhere. The people who listened were petrified.

Isn't he still in agony and dying or alive? Isn't he a man who is about to be abolished? Isn't he a victim of a dying struggle for an unworthy ideal? Is he resurrected?