"Eat it. ”（Eat_it.）

Lin Ming's mental power has reached the bottom, and it is obvious that the automatic translation talent attached to his 'mind reading' has begun to decline.

His 'blue stripe' at the moment couldn't even carry such a skill, which should almost be called 'passive'.

So in this state, even if he couldn't understand what the guy holding a piece of bread that looked like the earth was saying to him, he couldn't do anything to resist it.

They stumbled around the city into a room, oh, into the basement of this room to be exact.

Lin Ming was placed on a makeshift bed, and the angels surrounded Lin Mingwei in the center like the attending doctor in the operating room.

This 'bread' doesn't look unusual......

Thinking like this, Lin Ming opened his mouth and took a bite of the lump before the angels who were staring at him did not do it themselves.

"Hmm!"

This 'bread' melts in your mouth, yes, it's a 'melt in your mouth' in the truest sense of the word!

Hell, where is this "bread"! This is hot lava, right?!

Lin Ming only felt that the piece of "bread" that had just been bitten off and was still in his mouth emitted incredible heat, which directly gave him the illusion that his brain had been cooked.

The hot lump quickly turned into 'hot water', and he marched all the way from Linming's esophagus unreasonably, and the places he passed along the way were as if they had been roasted, and they were scorching and painful.

"The dose is not enough, come again! Don't feel sorry for the 'holy medicine'! This kid is much more expensive than the thing in your hand!"

In the midst of a pain in his brain, Lin Ming found that he could understand Hank's words again.

His mental strength began to recover.

"This thing works. ”

Thinking like this, he opened his mouth, which was already a little disobedient, and bit down a large piece of "lava bread" fiercely, and Lin Ming's eyes were half-closed.

His mental power began to rise, and his black eyes, which belonged to him, were gradually revealed, and in his current state, revealing that he was different from other angels was simply looking for death.

It is true that Lin Ming has no fear of death, but no one will refuse to live for a while and a half.

"A little more, as long as you can have enough mental power to perform a 'Mind Projection', it's done!"

The angels who were healing Lin Ming didn't know what kind of light was shining in the half-open and half-closed eyes of the healed.

What they brought back was not the hope they had prayed for a thousand times.

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"You wait here, help me watch the wind. ”

This sentence is like the explanation of the big brother in the criminal gang to the newcomer.

I don't know how long I've been walking in the dark, and I don't even remember how many turns I've turned, but when I walked somewhere, Uncle Ma stopped as if he saw some road sign.

waved his hand to stop the footsteps of the young man behind him who almost crossed his side, and Uncle Ma's voice was always serious.

"Okay. ”

The hellish path had tormented the young man to the point of excruciation, and in this deep cavern, he was oppressed by the boundless darkness, and he was physically and mentally exhausted.

So, he agreed without even thinking about it.

But after this sentence came out, he regretted it.

"No, Uncle Ma, I'd better go with me......"

It is more unsettling to be alone in the dark than two to walk in the dark, and young people are timid after all.

He had developed a fear of the darkness, and the lantern in his hand was obviously not enough to dispel it.

“……”

Uncle Ma was visibly silent for a moment, he paused there, his eyes fixed on the depths of the deep and dark mine.

They had made their way from the branch of the vein to the main trunk, as he could tell from the walls of the cave that had widened visibly around them, and the almost rusted steel bars that supported the roof of the cave.

The humidity had grown noticeably higher, and the flame of the red candle in the lantern in his hand had shivered a little.

On the road ahead, the role of this lantern may be greatly weakened.

It's just that under the situation, Uncle Ma still hasn't changed into modern equipment such as flashlights.

Was he scrupling about something?

Or is it just because of the old ways?

The young man didn't know that he tried to pull out a strong flashlight several times to illuminate the panorama of this mine, but Uncle Ma stopped him.

Uncle Ma was vague about this.

"Okay, you can follow if you want, but remember, no matter what happens, make sure you don't extinguish the lantern in your hand!"

Uncle Ma pondered for a long time, and finally he let out a long sigh, after all, he didn't leave the young man alone.

Retracting his arm, he stepped forward, and the place where he stood was the dividing line between the branch road and the main trunk.

Crossing this line, a strange wind suddenly started.

The icy wind seemed to be carrying the debris of the rocks, hitting the faces and bodies of the two outsiders fiercely, Uncle Ma tightly guarded his lantern, and the young man did not react so quickly.

His first instinct was to cover his head and face, which was an instinctive human reaction.

"Landrace!"

In the strange wind, Uncle Ma caught a glimpse of the lantern that had been extinguished in the young man's hand.

He shouted, then reflexively kicked the young man back into the side road.

"Ahh

There was no sound of flesh crashing against the rock wall, just the screams of young people.

The strange wind made Uncle Ma unable to open his eyes, and at the same time confused Uncle Ma's hearing, but Rao also knew that things were not good.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable Immortal Spirit!"

Uncle Ma roared, like a thunderclap warning all evil creatures not to invade Middle-earth.

As a last resort, Uncle Ma ruthlessly used his hand to penetrate the lantern, and he actually took out the red candle.

The faintly burning red candle was extinguished in the wind, which should have been an instant.

It's just that this red candle seems to have something special.

Uncle Ma held the red candle in his hand, and he didn't know what he was talking about, but his voice was distorted by the strange wind.

His voice grew louder and louder, and the red candle in his hand seemed to be fueled by his voice.

The flames began to rise, and the area illuminated by the light of the red candle began to expand.

The light of the red candle will be recaptured inch by inch of the dark eroded territory, and soon illuminate an area almost twenty meters in a radius.

In the light, Uncle Ma chanted the name that belonged to the saint, as if he was borrowing the power of those great powers that only existed in legends.

"Pounce!"

I don't know whose name was shouted, and the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground responded to Uncle Ma's call.

Beyond the junction of darkness and light, Uncle Ma could barely make out that it was in the shape of a human being.