The underground world is completely different from the above-ground world, and the rules on the ground cannot be limited to the underground, and the rules of the second underground world are the guillotines that will take the lives of those who walk in them at any time.

The old man who walks underground all year round and survives to this day must have his own unique secret.

The old man known as 'Uncle Ma' took out a pen and paper.

The paper is yellow and has an indescribable aroma when soaked in wormwood.

The pen is black wolf's hair, stained with red, special ink, and it is said to contain chicken blood and cinnabar.

Unfold the paper against the wall of the cave and remove the pen cover from the brush.

"Edict. ”

Only the two words of the starting hand are recognizable by the world, and Uncle Ma drew a big chase between the dragon and the snake, and it was only three or four seconds to start and close the pen.

When the matter is finished, the pen is closed, and the charm is revealed.

Uncle Ma sandwiched the charm between his palms and made a Taoist seal.

"Keep your heart. ”

Uncle Ma's movements were so fast, and the light of the lanterns they brought was not too bright, so the young people around him didn't see what Uncle Ma was doing at all.

However, he also seemed to know that what Uncle Ma was doing at this time could not be interfered with, so he held his breath.

Only Uncle Ma was left in the mine, chanting word by word, as if he were talking to himself.

"All the fighters are arrayed forward!Go!"

Uncle Ma let go of the talisman paper in his hand after about five breaths.

The rune paper turned into a little fire, and shot straight into the depths of a fork in the road.

Soon, it disappeared from the two of them's vision, I don't know if it was because of the darkness or because the rune paper had been burned.

"Palm lamp. ”

Uncle Ma, who sacrificed the talisman paper, seemed to be a completely changed person, his eyes became sharp, his words became concise, and he didn't look back at the young man even a glance during the blocking.

The young man stretched out the lantern in his hand in front of Uncle Ma, who spread his palms under the light at the right time.

There are two vermilion marks in the palms of his palms, and the grooves are back, making people wonder what they mean.

One of the marks quickly dimmed under the light of the lamp, and finally dissipated completely, as if it had never appeared in Uncle Ma's hands.

This is the mark on Uncle Ma's left hand.

"Go to the right. ”

Uncle Ma settled down, picked up his lantern from the ground, and he glanced at the red candle in the lantern.

Most of the red candles remained, and the flickering fire looked like dancing elves.

"Protect the candle flame, if the candle flame is extinguished, don't worry about anything, just escape. ”

Uncle Ma looked into the young man's eyes and asked solemnly.

He spoke so earnestly that the young man nodded for a moment and asked what was going on.

"Was that a spell just now?"

He already had the answer in his heart, but he looked at the solemnity in Uncle Ma's eyes and knew that it was not the time to mention this matter in his heart.

This is not a place to stay for long, especially after Uncle Ma threw out the spell.

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Lin Ming feels very comfortable now.

At this time, he was surrounded by angels, who took off their armor and assembled a temporary stretcher, and Lin Ming lay on this stretcher.

He couldn't lie down because he had a pair of fleshy wings on his back.

It is precisely because of this pair of wings that he received such treatment.

"Hurry up! Hurry up! Let's go to the heel of the city to the west! There's a little hole that was supposed to be used for drainage!

Saying such a thing that is enough to make every angel embarrassed, it can be seen that it is the guy who is the leader of this gang of people with a calm face.

No, it should be said that there was even a hint of joy between his eyebrows when he said this.

Was he rejoicing in the 'sewer drilling' they were about to embark on?!

"I, Hank, finally have a chance to trample that vicious dog under my feet!"

There was a look of madness in his eyes.

"Everyone's working hard, I'm working hard, are you guys still thinking about 'saving some strength to eat?!'"

The 'stretcher' carrying Lin Ming was shaped like a flying carpet, and there were ropes extending out of the four corners, and there were more than a dozen angels pulling on each rope.

It's really a strange world, and there is an old man among the angels.

But thinking of such a thing as the word 'slave' engraved on the chests of these angels, Lin Ming was also relieved.

These days, even angels are not so easy to mess with.

With the concerted efforts of more than fifty angels, the sword qi has been thrown away to the point that even a shadow has been gone.

The floor of heaven doesn't provide too many calories.

"Hey~!"

In response to the old angel's shout, the angels waved their wings vigorously, and in an instant, the speed of the 'flying carpet' increased by almost three percent.

"Jace! Take care of your injuries! Your current state won't help us much! Before we return to the 'City of Angels', you must first restore your limbs to good condition! The injuries on your wings can be put aside first! I will find a way to get you some medicine when I get back! Hold on!"

Hank flew to the front, he knew what they were going to face when they got back, and every single one of them knew it.

It's just that those things are nothing compared to Jace, who is lying on the 'flying carpet' at the moment, looking almost dying.

He believed that if he made what happened to Jace public, ninety percent of the angels in the entire City of Angels would be on their side.

In the City of Angels, angels with more than two wings make up only 5% of the total population, but they occupy all the ruling positions.

Even angels can't escape the fate of being classified.

The higher angels have everything, including the lives of the lower angels.

Wealth and beauty, as long as there are them, are the playthings of the superior angels, and even for selfish desires, there is also the existence of the Colosseum in the 'holy' city of angels.

The best of the slaves, the poor creatures who surpass the ordinary angels, are the fighters of the Colosseum.

Because of the constraints of the 'laws of heaven', the angels will not die from all the means that contain the 'power of heaven', so the fighters in the Colosseum will continue to fight to please the upper angels with their injuries and pains.

Just one more pair of wings can dominate the life and death and freedom of other people of the same kind, and trample on their dignity.

Heaven?

Where the name is not true.