Zhao Ji opened his eyes suddenly. He was uncomfortable with it, and he was arrogant, and he had rarely heard such unkind words. The people around him also pushed him harder, and his voice was lowered and he called out to him in a breathless voice: "Hey, they're coming!

Zhao Ji felt that this wake-up method was good, and he was a little angry, but he was sober, and his first reaction was to apologize to the person who woke him up: "I'm sorry, I just woke up and lost my temper." ”

He sat up, but no one around him was drinking porridge.

He was taken aback, and listened carefully—there was a sound of porridge, but it came from outside—overhead, around, in other cells, but not from him.

He asked the person next to him, "What's the matter, why are we having breakfast somewhere else, but we don't have ......?"

As soon as his eyes touched the man, Zhao Ji's heart beat to his throat in fright.

He looked to be in his forties, with loose hair, unkempt hair, and ragged clothes.

If his hair had not been washed for a few days, it would have become coarser strands, but his hair was only unkempt, like a clump of dry grass, like the grain and grass of an animal, and it was scattered dirty, loose, and yellow, because he might not be able to scrape a little oil from his body.

Skinny is perfect for this person.

His eyes were mournful, his eyeballs protruded, his sockets sunken deeply, his cheeks under his high cheekbones sunken to an incredible degree, and his body was even more terrifying, his sternum and ribs protruding high to the abdomen, his arms and legs were so thin that they seemed to be broken along the joints, and the whole person was a skeleton wrapped in a thin human skin.

Zhao Ji suspected that his leg bones could be broken off and used as a stick.

Zhao Ji subconsciously moved back, and turned his head to see several other inmates in prison. This is unbelievable, Zhao Ji had the feeling of being scattered for the first time, and he was so frightened that he went crazy: one by one, they are all bones!

"Isn't it scary?" the person next to him suddenly asked him. Zhao Ji was so frightened that he bounced up, and hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, I'm ...... Just woke up ......"

"Haha! Can't believe what you see? You can try pinching yourself, and you'll find, oh my God, there's no dream, it's real, it's a nightmare that's more terrible than the most terrible nightmare, it's real. ”

Zhao Ji trembled and asked, "Aren't you really the things in my dream?" But when I came in last night, the conditions of the place where I was locked up were not bad...... There are beds, books, lights, supper, and when I am noisy, there is a curtain that can be pulled down, so I can't see the outside...... But here, how is there nothing, it is still airtight, and, moreover...... Why is this prison so deep that you can't see the end at a glance?"

When he turned back, he saw a bottomless darkness in the distance. The prison was long and narrow, airtight, with torches hanging on the walls one by one, and the flames were orange-red, illuminating the prison red, and the terrible thin faces of the people he saw were also dark red, which added to the horror.

The man laughed, "You're so cute, it reminds me of me three months ago." When I came in, I didn't worry much, thinking that if I stayed for a few days, I would be bailed out, and I was so angry that I went on a hunger strike! In the evening, I was so hungry that I barely ate a bowl of rice with vegetables and pickles. Unexpectedly, it was the last good meal in my memory, ah, now that I think about it, white rice with pickles, fake two slices of boiled greens, it is really delicious!" he indulged in the happiness of the past, and his excitement was abnormal, and the whites of his gray eyes seemed to reveal a glimmer of brilliance.

Zhao Ji listened to him and slowly felt that he was a little familiar.

"Wait, I've seen you, you're—" He struggled to recall, and suddenly exclaimed, "Huang, Huang Ruyi?...... Uncle Huang: How did you become like this?"

The man smiled and said, "Hey, it's me, little prince, I didn't expect me to be like this, right?"

He laughed loudly, his voice as if it was leaking, and his whole person seemed to be leaking.

Huang Ruyi was once a minister in the imperial court, known for his obesity and love of eating, and he must eat ten kinds of delicacies from the mountains and seas with ten bowls of rice at every meal, claiming that eating more can promote more thinking. He is so fat that it is a little difficult to walk, he is staggering and wants to be supported, and he looks like a big fat cat, Zhao Ji likes him very much, and affectionately calls him Uncle Huang on weekdays. More than three months ago, he was convicted of attempting to rebel and has not been released from prison ever since.

What made Huang Ruyi what he is now? This is terrifying.

Zhao Ji was puzzled, just now the owner of a fierce voice next to him spoke, the same extremely thin man, he spoke unceremoniously: "What are you talking so much nonsense with him?

Huang Ruyi smiled and said, "Okay, please say!"

If he is still in his original shape, then his expression is "smiling". But the way it looks now, it's scary to laugh.

The man spoke very directly: "I'm so hungry that I don't have the strength, you can listen, it's like this: this prison is built in the cracks of the prison, that is, we are underground, or in the cracks of the walls, and the surrounding areas are made of the strongest materials, and it is impossible to escape from the prison." And they don't provide food—they don't come in, do they? Anyway, since you're in this prison, don't think about it. ”

Zhao Ji was terrified: "Then, what do you eat?"

Huang Ruyi said with a smile: "Cockroaches and mice, although the meat quality is not as good as chicken, duck and fish, the juice is very ......"

Zhao Ji felt sick to his stomach, covered his mouth and almost didn't vomit, endured it, and asked, "Is there no other way?"

Huang Ruyi was about to speak, and the other person immediately spoke: "Yes." Walk all the way down the distance, and at the end, there is a door where you have the food you want, as long as you are not afraid of death. ”

Zhao Ji said: "What are the conditions?"

Huang Ruyi suddenly asked him: "Little prince, do you know martial arts?"

"No, what's wrong?" Zhao Ji replied honestly.

"Not at all?"

"If you want to tell the truth...... Not at all. ”

Suddenly, the entire prison fell silent. It was like a cannon blast in the past, razed to the ground, no longer alive, and what was still barely breathing is now completely quiet.

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Ji felt the eyes cast from all directions. It was glowing green, like a hungry wolf. It was staring at him, piercing into the skin, deep into the bone marrow, sharp and painful, like pins and needles, making him uncomfortable. They were looking at him, these walking skeletons, moving skeletons, studying him—what to see? What did he say? Why did they react so strangely? He was a little confused, for even the way they spoke normally was horrible, and now their strange, hungry eyes were more like wild ghosts in hell.

Huang Ruyi was giggling at first, his laughter was all leaky, and the wind seemed to exist between his bones, between the bones that protruded like birds: "Hee-hee, he-hee, the little prince turned out to be a medicine jar with no power to restrain the chicken, Uncle Huang didn't misunderstand you, hehe, hee-hee-"

"What?" Zhao Ji was stunned, "What's wrong?"

He saw Huang Ruyi grinning. Because of his thinness, Huang Ruyi's mouth appeared to be bigger, and saliva flowed down, drop by drop, more and more, waterfall-like, yellow.

Zhao Ji felt bad and was about to stand up, but Huang Ruyi had already understood his motives, and rushed over and pressed his shoulder, Zhao Ji was unexpected, and fell to the ground.

Huang Ruyi's foul saliva dripped on his face and neck, and Huang Ruyi looked at him as if he was looking at a big meal: "Little prince, since you don't know martial arts, then don't let you die in vain!

Zhao Ji heard the sound of footsteps and crawling, it was the people next to him, as soon as they heard that there was something to eat, they were very excited, and they all approached him, a dozen, dozens, or more were ready to kill him together, or rather, eat him alive.

Zhao Ji reached out in horror and pushed Huang Ruyi away, unexpectedly it was not difficult; his push just now may have used a lot of force, but he has already lost weight to the point of deformation, what kind of strength can he talk about? He heard the sound of Huang Ruyi's bone joints rubbing, Huang Ruyi's throat let out a hissing scream, he was about to sit up with a carp, and was tried to be knocked down by another person: "Don't you want to leave today, just stay here for us to eat! Come on, you all come, do you want to eat meat? After eating him today, you don't need to draw lots to decide who to eat! Come here, have a big meal!"

It may be easy to deal with one or two people, but it is not so simple to deal with dozens of people, a flock of poultry chasing people, and no one is their opponent. Zhao Ji looked at the densely packed, limbs and hundreds of limbs like arthropod insects, feeling like a group of spiders and a nest of ants, their thinking has long been perverted, they no longer have normal human thinking, they want to kill him together, the purpose is to eat him!

It's ridiculous. Zhao Ji felt desperate, he couldn't imagine that these people were crouching and slumping in the corner one by one, looking lifeless, but he didn't expect that when there was something to eat, his enthusiasm was quite high.

Now is not the time to laugh! The first priority is to ensure your own survival!

It's hard to stand up now. These skinny skeleton people, one by one, pressed up, heavier and heavier, and he felt that he was gradually suffocating underneath. He was kicking on all fours, but he couldn't lift his legs, he wanted to shout, he thought about it, he thought it was better to forget it, "shouting for help" had to be done when there might be people around him who would help him, but everyone in this place wanted to eat him, so it was better not to waste his efforts.

Zhao Ji clearly felt that there were human hands, arms, and legs all around him, and they were squeezing him.

Zhao Ji gritted his teeth and rolled to the side.

He heard cries of pain, sharp, crisp of broken bones.

Donkey rolling is really easy to use, it can work anywhere, as a person who doesn't know martial arts, this is really a way to maximize your strength.

It's just that these screams sound as if they are in eighteen layers of hell, a deformed person, a painful look and a desperate situation that is everywhere and everywhere...... What is hell? It's probably a place where no one is governing. He rolled about like this, and while they groaned in pain, he got up and stepped over them one by one, and walked with difficulty to the place he had pointed before—he barely believed what they said, and there was something to eat there, for he was a little hungry.

The difficulty of his difficult road was that there were too many enemies, one by one reaching out to pull him by the ankle, and every now and then he would be dragged down and fall.

He was a little hungry and losing his strength.

The intelligence of the group seems to be greater than that of the individual, and the sensibility is more keen. After discovering that Zhao Ji was physically exhausted, they went forward one after another and tirelessly came up to stop him.

We're almost at the end, and it might be good to endure a little longer.

So he saw the door.

A scarlet iron door, the doorknob hung heavily to the ground, and the place near the door was covered with dried blood, bleeding and scabbing, coagulating and bleeding, layer upon layer of blood sprinkled here, and finally became a thick pool.

What's going on inside?

He jumped forward, grabbed the doorknob with all his might, and pulled out.

Can't pull it open. The door was too heavy to open.

This surprise is not trivial, and Zhao Ji feels a little finished. As soon as he had the idea of giving up, he was greatly unable to support his physical strength, and his breathing gradually became heavier, and he heard a sneer behind him: "I said that the little prince, I have long advised you to give up the struggle, why bother all the way to death? People who have no martial arts can't even push this door open, so it's better to come here and give us food!"

Zhao Ji only felt that something was wrong at this time. He tried a little harder, but he couldn't pull the door open, and he tried to push it again, and it seemed to close tighter. He stood there for a moment, kicked back hard, shook off one hand, and then the other hand came to pull him again, and he didn't stand still, and fell to his knees with a bang, and his head hit the door, and he felt himself being dragged backwards- Wait! Wait! The door moved—

Zhao Ji raised his head, trying his best to pull the ground to prevent himself from being pulled over and drowned in that group. He had to get up, if the door was opened, he would at least be able to get out of here, and he didn't want to stay with them any longer in the blink of an eye.