The candle flame was still burning, and the wind didn't know when it stopped, so the candle flame was able to stand up straight.

"How long have I been in a coma?"

The candle flame illuminated the young man's face, and he sat against the wall, looking as if he had collapsed.

His voice was weak.

"Five minutes, maybe less. ”

Uncle Ma held a candle in one hand and wiped the young man's forehead with a piece of medical alcohol cotton in the other.

"Drink this. ”

He pulled out a bottle of unknown liquid from the bag he was carrying, and the translucent bottle was dyed red by candlelight.

It's like the color of blood.

Uncle Ma poured this bottle of strangely colored liquid into the young man's mouth without saying anything, completely ignoring the latter's sudden turn into a pig's liver-colored face.

"Special realgar wine, after drinking it, you will feel better, at least you will have the strength to leave here. ”

While pouring medicine and making explanations, Uncle Ma's eyes were full of solemnity.

The situation in the main vein of the mine was even worse than he had imagined, and he must not bring a 'drag oil bottle' with him in this case.

Now they are only on the periphery, and when they actually enter the center position, it will not be as simple as the strange wind.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem, ......!!"

Thinking about the taste of this bottle of wine, it tasted really bad, but its effectiveness was also fierce, only half a bottle of wine was in his stomach, and the young man had the strength to cough loudly in the interval when Uncle Ma let him breathe.

"Enough, enough...... Don't be pouring ......"

The young man coughed loudly and put his hands to his throat as he looked 'out of breath'.

He rolled to the ground with a thud, shaking like a cramp.

"Oh, that's pretty much it. Uncle Ma looked at the curative effect, and then patted the young man's back, which was trembling from pain.

"I'll put this lamp here, if you don't want to drink any more realgar wine, I'll go out when you can stand up. ”

Uncle Ma sealed the candle in his hand back into the lantern, and the candle that he had urged was only half a small one, barely enough to walk back.

"Uncle Ma......!"

The young man struggled, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get up from the ground.

His hands and feet were so sore, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness.

The air on the ground choked on the dust of the cavern, which had not seen light for a long time, and he was forced to stuff half of his mouth of plaster in just a few moments.

The taste of plaster here is even worse than that of realgar wine.

The young man who couldn't get up couldn't stop Uncle Ma from turning around and walking into the darkness, and only his intermittent echoes remained in the darkness.

It was only then that he realized that he had been sent by Uncle Ma to a branch of the mine.

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"Listen! only a pair of winged brothers!"

'City of Angels', underground, secret meeting place.

Dressed in an eerie Ku Klux Klan or FFF uniform, Hank stood on top of the stone steps and shouted at the thousands of winged angels below.

"It's time! After countless brothers have worked hard and taken risks! We have finally proved that this 'shackle' can be broken!"

He pointed to his chest, then motioned for an angel standing in front of him, wrapped in a robe, to step forward.

The venue was so shabby, with thousands of people standing under the stone steps holding torches and candles barely illuminating the surroundings.

"Jace, the great pioneer who has been working to find a way out for those of us! Perhaps many of you have never heard of him! But! Today, his name definitely deserves to be engraved on the monument with the Ten Commandments inscribed!"

Hank's voice is infectious - of course, if you are loud enough in this environment, it can be infectious.

Hank was a loud voice, and sometimes I wondered if his voice would reach the street fifty or sixty meters from the venue through the door at the end of the stone steps.

"Jace?!"

As soon as Hank announced the name, the angels in the venue for 'unlawful assembly' began to talk about it.

'Great Pioneers'?

'Always committed to finding the way'?!

Who the hell are you fooling?!

Jace wasn't a nobody in the gang of angels, in fact he was notoriously slippery.

This guy is indeed a bit shrewd, and on several occasions he even played a few four-winged angels, but that's about it.

In terms of strength alone, there are many people present who can beat Jace with one hand.

So, such a 'little slippery head with no strength' can find a way to untie the shackles?!

Please, if you want to deceive people, please pull a more reliable guy out, okay?!

The sound of the discussion is like the tide of the sea, noisy and disorderly.

"Quiet!"

In keeping order were a few men as big as Hank, torches in their hands, swinging as if they were holding flaming greatswords.

Soon, the venue was quiet again.

Warnings that imply violence are the quickest to bear fruit, no matter what time or place they are.

"Jace!

Hank looked at the eyes of the audience that contained 'disbelief', and there was a hint of pride in his eyes.

He couldn't wait to make the gang look stunned.

He wanted them to scream, to scream hysterically.

He wanted to create ecstasy here, as if it were a bomb that could overturn the city of angels.

It's really a bomb, and it's nuclear-grade, but it's ......

The corners of Jace's mouth, hidden under the hood of his robes, curved.

There was a hint of pure black in his eyes.

"Is that an emotion?"

Jace is long dead, and it's Lin Ming standing here.

His limbs had recovered, and even his mental strength had recovered three or four percent.

Although the medicine Hank got was not good, it was quite ideal in terms of effect.

Returning to such a state is enough to perform a more powerful 'telepsychic projection'.

But before that, we have to put on a show.

This is a prelude to the start of the feature film.

"Hiss~la!"

Under the robe, Lin Ming secretly injected explosive power into the wings on his back, and in an instant, the dark robe that wrapped his whole body turned into debris scattered all over the sky.

And because Lin Ming used enough power, each of these debris contained great strength, and in an instant, several angels standing beside him were forced to protect the front door with their hands.

The crumbs of the strengthened robes struck their armoured arms with a sound that sounded like blunt blows.

Good pretending to be a 'burst clothes' skill!