"Damn, I'm stupid, I actually have a good impression of the demon warlock who kidnapped me, it must be the other party's unwitting ghost. ”

Jevre shook his head hard, trying to get the ridiculous thought out of his mind.

Respectfully watching the figure of Ziopra turn and float away, he walked into the new residence with trepidation.

It's only been a long time, and I've already changed four residences, and you say it's fun.

The new apartment is not large, with a single metal bed, a table and a chair, and then a simple bathroom.

This environment is even more humble than the dormitory on the second floor of the Tallis Restaurant.

It's rustic!

You can at least give Zhang a mattress and a pillow!

The desks and chairs are not big, about the same size as the desks when I was a student.

The bright metal material is not comfortable to sit on at first glance.

Ay!

Let's take one step at a time, if you want to escape, you have to lift the gray chains.

Knock on the metal wall.

It's completely solid, and I don't know how thick it is, but the ground level boning knife should be able to break through.

It's just that Yevre really doesn't dare to expose it now, who knows if this inscrupulous demon warlock has any weird methods, and whether he has been monitoring his every move.

It's a pity that Lias was also taken away, otherwise he could have learned a little more about the inside story.

After all, he has been here so many days earlier, and he can be regarded as a senior!

Forget it, don't bother to speculate.

There must be a road before the car reaches the mountain, and the willows and flowers are bright and another village.

It's a big deal, it's dead.

Besides, the unknown power, if you get yourself from your hometown, you won't play yourself to death so easily, right?

Otherwise, wouldn't it be useless?

Although I don't know how easy it is to wear the soul, it takes a little bit of energy.

Go to bed!

Where can I sleep, and I am not a heartless pig.

Jevre lay straight down on the sturdy metal bed, pillowed his right arm, opened his green eyes, and secretly probed a trace of spiritual power into the storage ring to study his net worth.

Unknown metal fragments that have never been found a chance to make a move, all kinds of kitchen utensils, a dazzling array of seasonings, nearly 1,000 pounds of hot pot base, and nearly 1,000 pounds of advanced ingredients.

As for the ground-level boning knife and Xuan-level leather armor, which were regarded as killer weapons, they were still hiding in the corner.

I don't know if I can cut off the neck of the demon warlock with a single knife under the surprise attack.

However, when you think about the difference between Louisa and herself, whether it is strength, speed, or nerve reaction speed, the difference is not half a half.

The succubus who was not known for his combat power in the early stage of the Xuan Rank, but it was still the case, and this obviously mysterious, much more mysterious Xuan Rank Peak Realm Demon Warlock, I don't know how tricky it would be.

The counterattack failed, and it was solved by a move, which was a pleasure.

But if the soul is burned and tortured for hundreds of years, it is very uncomfortable!

Isn't that the demon warlock in the novel?

Confused and slightly frightened, Yevre lay on the metal bed for nearly an hour before he knew it.

Until the metal door is pushed open by a "crunch".

This door can't be locked from the inside, and there is really no personal privacy!

He bounced up from the bed, stood still in an orderly manner, and lowered his head, not daring to look directly at the demon warlock who looked like a facial paralysis.

"Follow me!"

The demon warlock turned and floated away, his cold words like meteorites, smashing alive on the top of Yevre's head.

It's not dizzy, but it's for sure.

Who knows what the hell a demon warlock who can't see the depth is going to do.

He followed behind him, stepping over the still empty hall and stopping in front of a dark door.

"Come in!"

The demon sorcerer chanted the incantation, approached his right hand again, and easily opened the door of the dark room.

It seems that this room is not ordinary, and it is actually the same way as the bronze ancient door before.

Wouldn't it be some kind of secret place? Or a lab or something?

With a nervous mood, a little beating heart, Yevre cautiously stepped over the doorrail and looked up secretly.

There are many bright metal utensils and many neat square tables, standing in the center of the room, arranged in a hollow shape.

The wall on the left is covered with a patchwork of mutilated limbs, some air-dried, some fresh, and even bleeding.

On the right wall is a strange rectangular bookshelf, and in a blink of an eye, it feels like a living thing, as if it is shivering.

The shelves were filled with books of various materials, metal, animal skins, and apparently demonic skins.

Yevre watched from afar, trying to make out the few demonic words, and couldn't see the purpose of the book at all.

"Stand still and don't move, I'll just take a sample!"

As he spoke, Ceophra carried a small scalpel-like dagger in his right hand and a small blue wooden stab in his left hand, and instantly returned to Yevre's side.

"Phew"

Before Jevre could react, he was stabbed twice in his left wrist and chest.

Light blue blood spurted out violently, and he was about to splatter three feet, but in the blink of an eye, all of it floated in the air, and then invariably floated towards the blue keg in Ziopra's left hand.

The scalpel seemed to slow down its healing, and Yevre spurted out pounds of blood, but the wound showed no signs of healing.

Yevre looked at Ziophra in confusion, but he didn't dare to be dissatisfied.

Squirt, squirt, can you still make me bleed to death!

Sure enough, after feeling like a dozen pounds of blood were gushing out, the two wounds that were bleeding abruptly came to an abrupt end with the thought of Ziophra's short incantation.

Except for two deep wounds that were visible to the bone, there was no abnormality in the slightest.

For Yevre, who is now seven feet tall and weighs nearly four hundred pounds, this little bit of blood is not enough to break his muscles and bones.

"Okay, you can go back! In a few hours, the ingredients will be delivered, and you can make up for it." ”

Ziopra looked at the blue keg with satisfaction, waved his right hand casually, and let Yevre go.

Looking at the strange little dagger that was shaking rapidly, Yevre panicked and immediately exited the door.

As Yevre receded, the blackened door closed automatically, never giving Yevre the slightest chance to get a glimpse of what was going on.

Jevre raised his head, straightened up, his face still respectful, and stood alone outside the door, looking carefully from side to side.

In the closed hall, except for his own hut, the door was open, and the other eleven doors were still tightly closed.

I hadn't seen Lias before, and I didn't know which room he was placed in alone, so I didn't even have a chance to sneak in with him.

The eleven doors, except for the black lacquer door that resembled a laboratory just now, were only one gray, one lilac door was more conspicuous, and the rest were all silver metal doors with molds.

I don't know what the rest of the room is for, it can't be used to store limbs and hold prisoners like myself.

There is no trace of the external passage, and the whole is an enclosed space.

Either it's like a bronze ancient gate, covered by illusion, so that he who can only use hand-to-hand combat and superficial mental power is helpless.

Yevre had also tried to inject a trace of spiritual power into his eyes before, looking forward to some strange flashes of pupil skills, even if it didn't work, it would be okay to increase his field of vision.

As a result, the eyes did appear abnormal, but they were red, swollen, tearful, and painful, and it was simply miserable.

For a moment, Jevre thought he was going blind.

After that, Yevre no longer dared to indiscriminately penetrate his mental power into the fragile parts of his body.

I was just almost blind that time, and if I accidentally got into my brain, it would be fun.

Even if you don't die, you can't become an idiot.

As for the legendary pineal gland, what kind of dantian and other things, there is no trace of it at all.

What kind of internal force, true qi and the like, is even more nonsense.

Anyway, except for a bloodline talent, the power behind the scenes didn't open any other plug-ins for himself.

After walking around the empty hall the size of a basketball court, Jevre finally got nothing and had to walk back to his bedroom.

He moved the metal stool to the door, and sat quietly without closing the door.

You are open-minded and don't make any small moves, it depends on what tricks you want to play.

In fact, the most important thing is that there is nothing to do, and I can't sleep, there are no exercises to practice, and there are no books to pass the time.

Why lock yourself up, if the demon warlock has some other means, it won't expose himself.

Anyway, according to his observations after waking up, Yevre didn't think that he could escape with a ground-level boning knife, even if he hollowed it out.

I was lying in bed before, but "accidentally" found something unspeakable in the room.

It felt like there was a camera, and I was under the watchful eye of someone.

Rather than that, let you see enough.

However, this ghost place where there are not even ants is really boring!

Yevre, who really couldn't find a way to have fun, could only secretly use his mental power again, groping for use little by little.

His huge spiritual power, which can scare away even those who have taken away, can't be so weak.

can find a superficial inner vision method, and always refuses to use this little bit.

It's a pity that my soul is not wearing the world of cultivating immortals, or the pure magic world, and there is no specific cultivation method, which is simply a waste of my talent.

It's all because Leas, wouldn't it be over if he gave the magic book to himself early, but now that it's in the hands of a demon warlock, he doesn't even have the slightest thought.

Call you hypocritical, tell you to hide and tuck, you deserve it.

Alone in his own world, Yevre slowly groped for the use of his mental power alone.

Unfortunately, it wasn't until a few hours later, when the dark door on the opposite side "creaked" open, that Yevre, who still found nothing, suddenly woke up.

As soon as he looked up, he saw Ziophra carrying a large pile of things, and quickly floated over.

"Bang Dong" sounded a few times, and a pile of bright silver utensils were piled up in the center of the hall one by one.

Without waiting for Yevre to react, Ziophra floated away again quickly.

That fluttering appearance really looks like a midnight ghost, and it always makes people's hearts beat.

Jevre had just left the metal bench and walked slowly into the silver vessels, and before he could take a closer look, he watched as Ceophra floated in front of him again with another pile of utensils.

"Yevre, everything is ready for you, hurry up and make something delicious, I want to see the effect of the test. ”

Ziophrani's icy tone, hard floated out of his mouth, as if it would fall to pieces as soon as it landed.

As soon as he finished speaking, Ceophra turned and left, leaving behind a hazy back full of mist.

As soon as the dark door closed, the hall was left alone.

Where did you get the utensils and ingredients from this guy?

There was no such thing in that lab-like room before.

Besides, I haven't seen him come out?

At this moment, Sherlock Holmes is possessed, and Yevre has a bold guess based on the general clue.

The way out should be in the lab.

It's just that it's covered up by illusion, and it's just very hidden.

Hmph, how can you hide yourself from a small means.

It's a pity that it's useless to know.

His small arms and legs can't twist the thighs of a demon warlock.

The gap between the two orders is not something that can be smoothed out by luck and crankiness.

Be honest as a guinea pig, maybe Ziophra will be merciful and let himself go out to breathe.

I hope that a savior will fall from the sky and save myself.