The sound of a scabbard pounding on the cell door was heard.

The cell that had been dead and silent seemed to come to life.

"Water!water!water!"

"Food, food, meat!"

Like a scoop of water added to the boiling oil, the word "meat" suddenly made the entire cell boil.

"Come, yours. ”

There were two soft sounds, and a bloody bone rolled in the cage.

Bai Luo looked at it intently and took a step back in disgust. The bloody bone was a human finger. It can be seen that this finger was originally born very thin. The crumpled flesh was tightly wrapped around the bones, and the fracture was jagged as if it had been torn from the palm of a hand, and a piece of flesh was attached to the fracture.

The finger was half outside the cell door and half inside the cell door, and Bai Luo didn't want to dirty his shoes and boots, so he let them lie there.

"Won't you eat?" a hoarse old voice came from next door.

Bai Luo raised his head and looked at the cell door, and said lightly: "Don't eat." ”

"If you don't eat it, then you can eat it for me. ”

"Take it. ”

A withered arm came out of the black cage with a twig in his hand.

The branch tried on the ground a few times before it touched its finger.

Is this man blind?

Bai Luo looked down and watched quietly, as the man hooked a finger that was three points similar to his arm with a branch.

Then there was the sound of gnawing bones next door. Bai Luo's stomach was filled with nausea.

"Poof. After a long time, the man next door vomited out the bones.

Then a small phalanx rolls out. The finger bones were gnawed clean, and there was not even a single scrap of meat attached to them. The phalanx rolled out of the cage and rolled down the gap in the stone bricks into dark corners.

After a while, there were two "squeaks", and a mouse came out of the darkness and ran like a clean finger bone.

With a "poof", the rat had just bitten the phalanx when a branch pierced its body. Hayy was tied to one end of the branch, and the man dragged the hay to drag the dead rat into his cell.

The hoarse voice came again: "You just gave me a finger, can I give you a mouse now?"

"No, I don't. Bai Luo said lightly.

The man next door sneered a few times, and there was a sound of biting flesh and gnawing bones.

Bai Luo heard another wave of nausea, and turned to investigate Zong Ye's situation.

Zong Ye seemed to have fallen hard, and he hadn't woken up yet. What's worse is that Zong Ye's cold attack has happened again, he curled up on the ground and kept shivering, Bai Luo frowned and shook Zong Ye's hand. Zong Ye's fingers were cold, even more piercing than the cage Xuantie.

If Bai Luo could still use the golden spirit flow to suppress Zong Ye before, but now that Bai Luo has no spiritual power, where can he suppress Zong Ye?

The disgusting rustling sound next door finally quieted down. The man licked his fingers contentedly, burped, and asked Bai Luo in a hoarse voice, "You just came?"

Bai Luo took Zong Ye's hand and swept back the next door, but did not say anything.

"Didn't you want to come on your own?" the man seemed interested. "There are a lot of people here who are here for eternal life. You're not?"

Bai Luo said coldly: "I wouldn't have died. ”

"Won't you die?" the man smiled: "Then you are a demon?

The man leaned against the cage and said with a smirk, "This is a desolate prison, not like there is fresh meat to eat on it." It's all the ones you don't want, eat the leftovers and throw them down. If you don't die, will you go hungry?"

Bai Luo said coldly: "How did you get in?"

The man sneered and laughed like crazy, "How did I get in? How did I get in? Why don't I remember?"

The man read and walked to the corner of his prison, and in a moment there was no sound.

There was a dead silence in the cell again. It seems that Fang Cai's boiling voice is just Bai Luo's illusion.

As soon as the cell quieted down, the gloomy coldness surged up again, and even Bai Luo felt the coldness of Sensen.

Zong Ye lay on the ground, his lips were blue, and the breath he exhaled turned into a white mist.

Bai Luo took off his moon-white robe and covered Zong Ye's body. Zong Ye was still trembling.

Bai Luo took the hay from the ground and piled it on Zong Ye, but it was not enough, and he went to the corner of the wall and hugged the hay in the corner.

Bai Luo just picked up the hay, "squeaked" a mouse scream, Bai Luo's hand hurt, and a mouse stepped on the back of Bai Luo's hand and ran out from between the dark iron cages.

Bai Luo raised his hand, and two bright red tooth marks were left on the back of his hand by the rat, and blood flowed out of those two tooth marks and dripped down his fingers to the ground.

Bai Luo frowned and looked at the tiny wound on his hand. It turned out that the pain sensation on my body also increased. In the past, such a small injury would not hurt, and it would heal after a while, but now it is still bleeding.

The subtle pain on the back of his hand was quickly ignored by Bai Luo. Bai Luo held the hay and pressed it on Zong Ye's body, holding Zong Ye's hands and breathing.

Zong Ye's injuries don't know how long it will take to heal, and the cold is much worse than before. If Zong Ye didn't wake up and follow his own meridians, he was afraid that the cold would get worse and worse.

I don't know what happened to Xue Yu. He stepped into this illusion before he did.

Bai Luo looked at the dim and dark cage, and had to find a way to get out, so that being locked in the cage would really be like the blind man next door said, he would starve to death here.

Zong Ye's whole body shook like a nightmare, and he grabbed Bai Luo's hands tightly. He shuddered, shaking off all the hay covering his body.

Bai Luo picked up the hay and covered it for Zong Ye, but after a while, he was shaken to the ground by Zong Ye.

After repeating this several times, Bai Luo simply pressed his whole body on the hay and hugged Zong Ye tightly.

Zong Ye was like a thousand-year-old piece of ice, cold and piercing. The chill seeped into Bai Luo's skin, as if her bones were about to freeze and shatter.

Bai Luo's lips trembled slightly, and the breath exhaled from his mouth gradually turned into a white mist.

This kind of coldness is like when he was cut off and immersed in the stream, there is no trace of strength in his body to resist, and he can only let this coldness strip away his will little by little.

The light of the sky above his head fell inch by inch, shattering the gloom of the prison, and finally hanging halfway through the prison to a halt. The cold and darkness seemed to sink to the bottom of the prison, lying out of the reach of the sun, laughing at the thinness and weakness of the sun.

Zong Ye moved slightly, and something was pressing down on his arm. Zong Ye lowered his head, and his chin brushed over the top of Bai Luo's fluffy hair. Zong Ye felt flustered in his heart.

He lowered his head and looked at Bai Luo's eyelashes curled up in his arms like a feather fan covering his white face, and his lips were slightly pale.

A trace of distress slipped through Zong Ye's heart, he stretched out his hand and gently brushed away the broken hair on Bai Luo's cheek, but he suddenly felt offended, he just touched Bai Luo's silky satin-like skin, and suddenly withdrew his hand.

Bai Luo's eyelashes trembled slightly, as if she was about to wake up. Zong Ye quickly closed his eyes and held his breath.

Bai Luo sat up from Zong Ye's arms, held Zong Ye's hand in the palm of his hand, and found that Zong Ye's body was no longer so cold, so he sighed.

Zong Ye's cold illness was always committed at night. I don't know if the cold will come back tonight, so I have to find a way to get out as soon as possible.