After Lu Yan left, Mu Fei was tied up alone in a strange room.

The room was large, at least half a football field, with a semi-circular top, and the highest part was about three stories high. The walls are painted with glass windows that give the sun a wonderful color when it comes in. There is nothing to be seen around except for a few round stone pillars, which are carved with various reliefs, all of which look strange beasts that seem to exist only in mythology.

The emptiness makes people can't help but feel a trace of sadness in their hearts.

He was tied to the middle of the room, and when he looked up, there was a small circular hole in the top of his head, like a skylight that didn't close.

Mu Fei didn't understand the meaning of this small circular hole, the size was not enough to accommodate a normal person to enter and exit, I am afraid that they were not worried that they would be able to climb out of this hole, so they let it open.

But although I can't climb out on my own, there are other things to get out.

Mu Fei tried to move his hands and feet, but the chains were so tight that he couldn't move at all.

Attempts to summon weapons have been equally unresponsive.

It was the first time, since he was able to summon his weapon freely, and for the first time, Darklight didn't respond to his call.

What's going on?

It seems that the demons have done something to him.

Thinking of this, Mu Fei couldn't help but be a little worried, but at the same time, he also knew that it was useless to just worry, and he had to find a way now.

Looking at the round skylight overhead, Mu Fei sighed slightly.

I've never let that guy do anything serious, I don't know if I can complete the task this time.

But it can't be helped, that's all there is to it now.

He sighed again. Mu Fei looked left and right. Make sure there is no one else around. He lowered his head and called softly, "Steamed buns." ”

Hearing his call, something moved inside his clothes, and then, a white, furry head popped out and popped out with a chirp, flapping its ears, which were so large for its size.

The steamed bun that had been sleeping in his pocket was suspended in mid-air, looking left and right. He didn't see any "food", and then turned to look at his master, with a look of confusion and sadness.

Didn't you tell it to come out to eat?

It asked silently.

This guy ...... Seeing this, Mu Fei gritted his teeth a little angrily. In the past few years, Mantou has been sleeping in his pocket except for eating, and has never done anything at all. Of course, except that before I let it sell cuteness in front of the white night.

In addition to selling moe and cleaning up the corpse of the demon, can this guy be of any other use?

Thinking like this, Mu Fei stared at the steamed bun for a few moments, and then lowered his head very helplessly.

Either way, there's no other way around now.

"Hey, steamed buns. Listen up. Mu Fei said in a low voice.

The steamed bun chirped and tilted his head to look at his master, as if he had only noticed something different at this time.

Mantou noticed the iron chain tied to the owner's body. He chirped angrily, his eyes widened, and he opened his big mouth and bit down on the thick iron chain, making a "ah-woo-woo" sound.

After trying for a long time, the steamed bun found that the chain was biting constantly, and after stopping and tilting his head with a distressed "woo" for a long time, he suddenly opened his mouth hugely.

When Mu Fei saw it, he immediately understood that this guy was planning to swallow these chains into his stomach with him, and hurriedly shouted in a panic: "Wait, stop the steamed buns!" ”

Hearing the owner's stop, Mantou stopped with his mouth open, tilted his head and said "ah".

"I've got something for you to do." Mu Fei looked at the ridiculous appearance of the other party's mouth wide open, and said with black lines on his head.

When the steamed bun heard this, he closed his big mouth with a snap, and stared at his master with a pair of black bean-like eyes.

"You flew out of that window on the top, found Hua Wuyang and told him about my current situation." Mu Fei said.

"Chirp?" The steamed bun didn't seem to understand, and made an unknown sound.

Asking Mantou to do such a complicated thing, think about it, he is also drunk.

Moreover, how should Mantou relay his current situation to Hua Wuyang?

Chirp chirping? Can Hua Wuyang understand? roughly fantasized about the scene of the conversation between the steamed bun and Hua Wuyang, but he felt that the picture was too beautiful and he didn't dare to think about it at all.

Mu Fei shook his head and changed his words: "You go to find Hua Wuyang and let him know that I am here." ”

This time, the steamed bun understood the master's order, and flew up with a "chirp", patting his ears as if he was climbing the stairs, flying up in place little by little, and only flying half the height of the snorting tiredly.

Forehead...... Can this guy do it? Isn't it time to lose weight? Mu Fei's forehead slid down a row of black lines again.

Finally, watching the steamed bun fly out from the skylight at the top, Mu Fei lowered his head.

Hmm, my neck is so sore.

As for whether steamed buns can come in handy, only resign to fate.

What about the rest?

Mu Fei thought about it, he couldn't put all his hopes on the steamed buns, he should do something more.

Thinking of this, Mu Fei tried to summon the weapon again.

There was still no response.

Mu Fei gritted his teeth and focused all his consciousness on the blood in his right wrist, trying to forcibly summon the dark light.

A sharp pain came from his wrist, and the weapon mark wrapped around his wrist became scorching, each line burning his skin like a line of fire.

This has never been the case, never before with this pain.

Although the sigil would also burn from encountering demons before, it never really made him feel pain.

This kind of pain is different from the pain caused by injuries in battle, it is produced from the depths of the blood, from the inside out, and it is simply unbearable.

It was as if the blood in his arm was constantly screaming to break through his body, and it was as if countless steel needles were constantly piercing his skin in every part of his skin along the blood flow in his veins.

Mu Fei couldn't bear it after all, and couldn't help screaming.

Gasping for breath, he stopped summoning, and it took a long time for the burning sensation to slowly disappear.

It seems that the path of summoning weapons is not going to work.

After resting for a while, feeling that his physical strength had recovered slightly, Mu Fei wondered if he could break free from the chains, and after struggling for a while, he found that it was completely futile.

Really, there's no way around it?

Raising his head, he looked at the skylight where the steamed buns flew out, and it seemed to be noon at this time, the sun was shining from the top of his head, scorching the top of his head, and the temperature around him was gradually rising.

It didn't take long for it to heat up.

Beads of sweat the size of beans slid down his forehead.

Soon he felt his clothes soaked with sweat.

Whew, how can it be so hot? The temperature must be over 50 degrees Celsius.

It didn't take long for Mu Fei to feel dizzy from the sun.

I don't know how long it was sunburned, and the sun shifted to other locations.

It was getting dark.

Lost in the sun's bath, the temperature around it plummeted.

When you are soaked in sweat, you feel even colder.

His whole body trembled, and Mu Fei probably understood the meaning of the skylight above his head. (To be continued......)