The light outside the window gradually brightened, and Ling Qingfeng knew that it was a new dawn.

At this moment, he had been in this small confinement cell for ten whole days!

Several times he felt like he wanted to go crazy, and he even thought that he might never get out!

Then reason tells yourself that persistence is the only way to persevere.

However, strong environmental pressures and psychological cues have defeated those sanities time and time again.

Ling Qingfeng had no doubt that staying in this ghost place would give him an unexpected boost in his spiritual power, provided that he didn't become a real madman.

It's been the tenth day, and the world outside the confinement seems to have forgotten that there was a hapless guy locked up in the confinement cell.

It was only when it was time to let the wind go that the people in Cell 211 would glance in the direction of the confinement chamber, intentionally or unintentionally.

Everyone has lost hope for the Dumba. After staying in the confinement room for ten days, he has not been released in advance, and even if he is released now, it is estimated that he should be sent directly to a psychiatric hospital.

No one's spirit and will can withstand that boundless loneliness, and man is a social animal by nature, unless he is not a human being!

Bang! The small iron door of the confinement chamber was pushed open from the outside, and the prisoner who delivered the meal stuffed a portion of braised mashed potatoes and rice into it.

The prisoner only took a quick glance inside, and found that the unfortunate ghost inside was still lying on the ground, and since yesterday he had not eaten a single bite of food, as if he were dead, motionless.

The prisoner who delivered the meal spread the news, and the prisoners who participated in the gambling game had almost given up the previous game, and the guy inside had not eaten for two days, and now it was time to gamble on whether he would live or die when he came out!

In the 211 prison cell, Uncle Ka took out three cigarette butts from under the bed and carefully placed them on the windowsill.

The knife and Hong Kun bowed three times to the three cigarette butts, one left and one right.

The other prisoners who lived with them also joined their hands and bowed to the butts of their cigarettes.

"Boss Jinba, everyone knows each other. You were really majestic when you were alive, but unfortunately you didn't live long. I hope you will bless us a lot down there, be less bullied, and get out early! Hong Kun muttered with a serious face.

The knife glared at him and screamed, "Nonsense! Maybe he's not dead yet! If he really dies inside, the prison guards will drag the body out! ”

Hong Kun shook his head and said helplessly: "I just don't know!" I heard that the food has been delivered for two days and has not moved.

I've asked, the captain of the prison guard and the devil dragon were so good that they wore a pair of pants that day, it was clear that those dead ghosts were intent on fixing him, and they wouldn't let him out until the time came. They don't care if they live or die! ”

Uncle Ka turned around and said angrily to the two: "Don't quarrel! It is said that death is great, even if he doesn't die, it's useless to save him! Everyone is a fallen person at the end of the world, there is no afterlife in this life, he has today, we may be like him one day, accumulate some virtue, just worship yourself! ”

Everyone followed Uncle Ka and bowed three more times.

There was a shrine in the 211 dormitory, and Ling Qingfeng didn't know it in the confinement room.

He slept motionless on the cold floor, having already focused all his attention on his body.

As the old saying goes, life is like **, if you can't resist, then you can only enjoy!

Ling Qingfeng was enjoying it now, he had tried everything he could, but he still couldn't let time pass faster and make his discomfort lighter a little.

In that case, don't think about it anymore.

Ling Qingfeng's mind was empty at the moment, he no longer even used the bee control technique to sneak out to breathe, but with one mind, he found a single goal, which was to practice the dark energy to the extreme, and then to the extreme.

What Nie Qianzhong can do, there's no reason why he can't do it himself!

Time has become something that Ling Qingfeng doesn't care about, when people are pushed to the limit, they either go crazy or succeed! He had successfully focused his entire mind on how to cultivate his dark energy.

The legs have developed dark energy, as well as the shoulders, the waist, and the head and neck! Every part of the body must be practiced to be rigid and soft, rigid and soft, and finally the whole body is dark and vigorous.

Ling Qingfeng relied on his tenacious will to forcibly separate the external environment from himself, and concentrated on impacting the dark energy cultivation of all parts of his body.

To outsiders, his body was curled up on the ground, motionless, like a pool of stagnant water, but his body was in full swing and the undercurrent was surging.

Thanks to the fact that he has a wisp of innate true qi to protect his body, he can warm his meridians at any time, plus this confinement room is closed and silent, and there is no interference from the outside world at all.

Otherwise, such a crazy sprint of dark energy cultivation like this would have been practiced until he went mad and his meridians were broken.

Although Nie Qianzhong was young, he was a real martial arts genius, and he also spent a whole year in the mountains and experienced countless thrilling fights before he practiced to the fullest.

And Ling Qingfeng only spent four days in the extreme environment of the confinement room, but he entered the realm in a thousand miles, although it was not as high as the profound realm of Nie Qianzhong's whole body, but it was actually not far behind.

Finally, on the thirteenth day, the iron door of the confinement room clicked and was slowly pushed open from the outside.

A prison guard stood in the doorway, pointed inside, and said, "Go in, drag him out, and see if he's dead!" ”

Two grim-faced prisoners bent over each other and walked into the confinement chamber.

One of them was bold and stepped forward and kicked the back of Ling Qingfeng's hand with his toes, "Hey! Still alive? ”

Ling Qingfeng's eyes suddenly opened, and the light in his eyes flashed, which frightened the two prisoners into a panic, and they almost escaped with their heads in their hands.

With his hands on the ground, Ling Qingfeng sat up by himself with a light support.

At this moment, his appearance was very terrifying, his eyes were deep-set, his cheekbones were high, his beard was unshaven, and except for a pair of bright eyes, the whole looked haggard and did not look like a human shape.

The two prisoners who came to pick up the man did not dare to come forward, because they had never seen a fierce man who could sit up on his own after being locked up in a confinement cell for thirteen days. They had an inexplicable sense of awe for Ling Qingfeng.

The prison guard, who was standing outside, got annoyed, knocked on the cell door with his baton, and shouted, "What are you doing? Don't hurry up and drag people out! ”

Two prisoners, you look at me, I look at you, and no one dares to come forward.

Ling Qingfeng staggered towards the cell door.

The two prisoners retreated in fright, obviously this person looked weak, but they didn't dare to come forward to him.

Seeing that the two of them had retreated, the prison guard was about to scold, but suddenly found that it was dark in front of him, and when he turned his head and saw Ling Qingfeng coming out, even he was startled.

"In this door last year, the peach blossoms on the human face are red, the human face is not where to go, and the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze!" Ling Qingfeng inexplicably chanted a poem that was extremely unpleasant, but fortunately, the few people around him couldn't understand it.

"Phew! Send Lao Tzu back to the room! Ling Qingfeng glared at the prison guard, and the whole person was relieved, and with a wave of tiredness hitting like a tidal wave, he couldn't resist it anymore, and fell to the ground, and fell asleep.

He had never seen such a fierce lord, and even the prison guard was amazed, and ordered the two prisoners to carry Ling Qingfeng and send him back to the 211 warden.

Along the way, Ling Qingfeng slept so darkly that he didn't even know when he was carried to the 211 warden.

The two prisoners carefully lifted him to the bed, and all the prisoners in 211 swarmed around.

Uncle Ka stretched out his hand and probed the tip of Ling Qingfeng's nose, his face was shocked, and he hurriedly waved his hand to disperse the crowd, "Get out of the way, go aside, let him sleep well!" I'll talk about it when he wakes up! ”

Everyone reluctantly returned to their beds. Hong Kun poked his head out and asked in a low voice, "Uncle Ka, how is his condition?" ”

Uncle Ka shook his head and replied, "I'm not a doctor, how do I know!" It's a blessing to be able to sleep, I think this kid may be fine! ”

"No, it won't! After thirteen days of detention, ordinary people have already gone crazy! You're saying he's okay now? I'm still betting on him! Hong Kun looked surprised, and couldn't help but even make his voice louder.

"Keep your voice down, don't wake him up!" The knife glared at Hong Kun fiercely, and the latter quickly retracted his head.

After a while, when it was time for lunch, Hong Kun went to bring everyone's food over, and as soon as he entered the prison door, he saw Jin Ba, who was sleeping on the bed snoring, sniffed twice, and yelled indistinctly, "Hungry!" To eat! ”

When he yelled at him like this, the prisoners in the whole house looked at him, only to find that he didn't even open his eyes, and was shouting completely by instinct.

Hong Kun looked helpless, divided the food in his hand into a basin, and deliberately put on two big fat meats, and walked to Jinba's bed with a sway.

"Hey! Boss Jinba, get up and eat! Hong Kun dared to shout.

Ling Qingfeng was still lying on the bed, smashing his mouth twice, motionless.

Knife jumped to the side, "Go away, I'll feed him!" ”

When Hong Kun saw the appearance of the knife, he had to walk to the side stupidly.

Knife took the rice spoon, sat on the edge of Jin Ba's bed, and patiently scooped a spoonful of rice and handed it to his mouth.

Ling Qingfeng, who was asleep, smelled the aroma of rice, opened his mouth and bit it, and swallowed the spoon in one gulp.

The knife hurriedly pumped hard, and finally snatched the spoon from his mouth.

Spoonful after spoonful, the knife kept stuffing food into Ling Qingfeng's mouth, and before he knew it, even his share was eaten up for him.

They didn't know that Ling Qingfeng's situation at the moment was a bit special, although he was released from the confinement room, but his thoughts of studying the dark energy at that time were too heavy, and he subconsciously still hoped to be quiet and not be disturbed, and then continued to break through, resulting in a little uncomfortable for the outside world, so he had to sleep temporarily.

In other words, unless he has practiced his kung fu, he will always fall asleep and never wake up again! (To be continued.) )