It was pitch black all around, and sensing the fact that he couldn't stretch his hands and feet, Lin Ming found himself in a confined box-shaped space.

He stepped into the teleportation array with his front foot and felt a brief dizziness in the scorching silver light, before he appeared.

Was the teleportation successful?

Lin Ming relied on his hands to grope for the box-shaped space that trapped him within the range of his own movement.

He was trapped in a container, stony from the sensation of his hand.

Its interior should be roughly humanoid, almost large enough to hold Lin Ming.

It's like a tailor-made coffin.

It's quiet all around, it's a dead silence.

So Lin Ming also chose to lie quietly.

He tried, and the force he was able to muster at this point was not enough to break the chest, and the prison that trapped him was clearly blessed by some kind of power.

Lin Ming couldn't let his soul leave this body, it was like countless chains in the darkness that locked him in this body.

"It's a terrible situation, and I hope someone can come and open the lid before this body starts to drain its mental energy again. ”

Lin Ming closed his eyes and looked at him, he tried his best to cut back on the extra expenses beyond the most basic functions of maintaining this body.

He lay quietly in the box for about half an hour, counting the time of his heartbeat, and he felt that he would never count even a beat wrong.

But finally someone has come to break the silence.

"Click!"

Like the sound of gears turning, Lin Ming felt the whole box that had trapped him tremble.

As the box shook, a cold tube came in from the position directly facing his mouth, and with no choice, Lin Ming had to bite it.

What a shameful scene, it's just that the bad things are still to come.

"Hmm!"

A stream of warm liquid erupted in Lin Ming's mouth as the tube reached its proper position.

The liquid had a strong salty smell, even worse than the black dog blood that Zhi Linming had drunk half an hour ago.

It's just that at this time, Lin Ming couldn't avoid it, and he could only swallow it in a big gulp for a while.

It was only the first mouthful of blood in his stomach, and he felt that the five were burning, as if the tube was not fed to him, but boiling oil.

Inject an endless stream of 1,000-degree hot oil into a person's body, and whoever that person is, all that awaits him is the option of 'being swallowed up in darkness'.

In the face of the torture from the physical level but painful to the soul, Lin Ming, who did not have enough 'blue amount' to survive, naturally fell into a state of soul dormancy - commonly known as 'fainting'.

Is this guy's situation at the moment considered to be self-inflicted in a sense?

I hope there is a certainty in the dark.

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Time flies when hectic times are busy, and perhaps everyone who is working hard and busy prays that the night will come sooner, so that they can have a good enough reason to put an end to the day's toiling for a while.

The night in the mountains came very suddenly, and Mo Ye, who was drenched in sweat, only remembered that the sky was only a little gray when he used the 'Sword One', and by the time he used the 'Sword Sixteen', the sky had completely darkened.

Sticking the Fire Qi Sword into the ground, Mo Xie sat down against the big stone on the cliff.

He felt very hungry, so he took out the water and food he had prepared from the side and stuffed it into his mouth indiscriminately.

The water and food were all bought by him in the town, and they were several grades worse than the products exchanged in the "Holy Scriptures" in terms of taste and nutritional value.

For example, compressed biscuits, the compressed biscuits exchanged from the "Holy Scripture" can be eaten by Mo Ye for at least a day, and the biscuits bought from the town Mo Ye have already gnawed no less than ten packs just now. However, he felt that he needed to nibble on more than ten more packs to fill the empty feeling in his stomach.

Sword training consumes a lot of physical energy, which is understandable, but Mo Ye has lost the space to store props after all, so the food he brought with him is almost exhausted.

So, whether he wanted to or not, he had to go down the mountain overnight.

"Time is precious. ”

After drinking the last half of the bottle of water, Mo Xie mustered up his strength and stood up from the ground.

It was so dark here that the way down the mountain was no longer visible to the naked eye.

But it doesn't matter, Mo Ye can fly.

After a whole day of penance, all he cultivated was the sword qi in his body and the body itself, and in order to obtain better cultivation results, Mo Ye deliberately did not use mental power as much as possible.

"Pumice Town should be in that direction. ”

Seeing the dotted lights in the distance, Mo Ye felt that it was the right direction.

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Pumice Town, Orphanage.

The end of the day meant a night's rest for Aunt Wang, who had taken on the role of 'dean', although in those financially tight days it was just the beginning of another job for Aunt Wang - in those days she would glue her envelopes late at night just to earn some money to buy rice.

Aunt Wang has no education, and the words she knows may not be enough to write a longer letter to anyone.

Leaving home at an early age has cost her a lot of opportunities.

It's just that those hard years didn't take away her true nature.

Paste envelopes, she can paste thousands of envelopes a night, and she can earn about 100 yuan, which can make do with porridge for the children.

There is not much rice in the porridge.

But she doesn't have to paste the envelope anymore, at least not tonight, and the children in the orphanage won't have to drink that clear soup porridge for a long time.

Now that they have money, Mo Xie left almost 100,000 yuan for the orphanage, which is enough to support all the daily expenses of the orphanage for the next four or five months.

There is no need to paste envelopes all night long, and there is no need to detain it anymore to live, this should be a pleasant thing, but Aunt Wang can't relax when she lies in bed.

"Is this money coming from the right place?"

Aunt Wang felt unsure, because whenever she asked about Mo Xie's specific employer, he always changed the topic and did not give any positive answers.

Words like 'doing sales work in a large company in a foreign country' are full of loopholes in Aunt Wang's opinion.

Aunt Wang, who is a salesperson, has seen a lot, they are all in suits and leather shoes, and Mo Ye is wearing some goods that don't even have a brand.

How do you sell it if you dress like this?

And it's also a sales for large companies.

Aunt Wang began to toss and turn, the more she tossed and turned, the more she reversed, the more doubts she could think of on Mo Ye's body, and then her heart became more and more unsteady.

She even began to speculate if Mo Xie had joined some illegal organization, and the money he took out to help the orphanage was all black money?

Aunt Wang of the black-hearted money didn't dare to ask for a point.

With such worries, Aunt Wang couldn't sleep at all.

She felt that she should go out for a walk, and maybe talk to someone.