That's where my real confidence lies.

This demon who was born in the Republic of China and spent his whole life searching for and suppressing it, and was stained with nine remnants.

Although I have never really used it except for the Gu Man Tong raised by Liu Meiling when I was in Zhengzhou, it is also the time when it shows its might, and the so-called raising soldiers for a thousand days is a while.

To be honest, I don't really know what will happen if this pile goes down, if this dead general is poked to death by me, will things be big? It is illegal to kill people in the human world, and this truth will become a murder in the world of treachery.

Also, where will you go if you are dead? Is it the Netherworld recorded in the "Records of the Boundary" that has become a mass of chaos? No matter what, I'm about to hang up, little brother, who still has the heart to think so much, let's do it first.

When it was too late, I pulled the nine-spirit peach stake out of my backpack, held it with both hands, the tip of the stake pointed downward, and with the help of the inertia of the fall, it was fiercely thrust into the back of the heart of the dead general......

With the sharp neighing of horses and a loud bang, it seemed to shake the mountains, and a dazzling white light flashed in an instant, piercing me to tears.

The feeling from my hand was like hitting a hard stone, and my tiger mouth and my whole arm were in sharp pain, and the seemingly awesome nine-spirit peach stake in my hand was instantly taken off and flew out.

At the same time, my body was shaken away by a huge force and fell backwards.

I'm baked! No way?! If you want to fly, it's the dead general who flies, why am I flying? This Tema is not scientific!

By the time I came back to my senses, I had already been held down by several Yin soldiers, and I was tied up. Seeing that the situation was not good, the little stinky fart turned into a cyan shadow and burrowed into the treacherous card on my chest.

The fat man over there was also captured, and looked at me with a sad and angry face, as if he was ready to die heroically at any moment.

My arms and mouth were still aching, but the hands and feet of the Yin soldiers who held me down were cold, as if they were using ice cubes to cool the sore spots, which was also pleasant, a blessing in disguise.

Looking around, the peach stake with the Nine Spirits didn't know where it flew, and the fat bird Lao Bi, who had fainted on the ground, was nowhere to be found.

Outside the circle where we were heavily escorted was the dead general. I saw him unscathed, looking at us coldly, but I don't know if I was dazzled, I always felt that his figure was a little blurry, and it seemed to have faded a lot.

The skeletal horse under his crotch, the dark blue inky flames around its body seemed to be extinguished, and it lost its invincible posture, and kept spewing out of its nostrils one after another of turbid gas.

I sniffed, and in any case, the situation has become a man-made knife and I am a fish.

When I woke up, the fat man and I were in a dark dungeon.

The fat man woke up before me, and now he was struggling to peek out through the iron gate of his cell, which had been designed to be like a fence.

When he saw me wake up, he told me that this thing, like me, was hit the back of the neck and fainted, and when I woke up, I was locked up in this place.

I looked at this dungeon, and the space was not very large, about five or six square meters. The roof and the four walls are made of huge uneven stones.

It was said to be a cell, but it was more like a secret room, with no windows, not even a bed, and it was empty, except for an iron door that appeared to be a thick steel structure, locked tightly, and the hammer and kick did not move.

Looking out through the iron gate, it looks like a long and narrow walkway.

The corridor was pitch black, and a hazy blue mist filled the hallway, no different from those on the Soul Path, and even less visible, less than half a meter.

We weren't handcuffed and shackled like in the movies, and even my backpack was slung over my shoulders intact.

Fat Bird Lao Bi is not here, I don't know if he was locked up elsewhere or escaped by himself. Hey, the world is not a human world, maybe people are divided into human prisons and bird prisons!

I moved my arm, and it didn't hurt so much, it was just sore. I checked the backpack and found that there were all kinds of things in it except for the nine-soul peach stake that I didn't know where to go, and I couldn't help but regret it faintly.

The peach stake can be regarded as a treasure of the world, why was it lost by me in a daze, alas...... It's a terrible thing.

I thought that those ferocious Yin soldiers would drive me and the fat man directly out of the Evil Realm, or even rectify the Fa on the spot. They didn't do that, but knocked us unconscious and locked us up in this place.

I don't know what this trick is, it looks like it's supposed to be a trick, but I don't know how long we've been asleep in this cell.

Whatever their purpose, it's imperative to get out of it first.

I thought that the Ten Thousand Souls Pill in my body would soon break out of my body, and I was going to lose my life, and my strong desire to survive surged again, and I was thinking frantically about countermeasures in my mind.

The fat man limped to his feet, leaned on the iron door, and pricked up his ears to listen.

After making sure that there were no guards in the corridor outside the door, he suppressed his voice and shouted in a low voice, "Hey...... Anyone? ”

He shouted three times in a row, and the hallway was silent, without the slightest response.

But just when we were all discouraged, an old male voice seemed to come from far away, he was full of confidence, although it was only three words, but it made me and the fat man hear it clearly.

What he said was: "No one ......"

This answer made me almost laugh out loud, who was already in a hurry.

This uncle is really interesting, what kind of environment is it, and he still maintains an optimistic and funny attitude.

But it's right to think about it, this is the Trick Realm, and the prison cells in the Trick Realm are naturally tricky, and no one is completely right to answer.

I also leaned my face to the iron gate and shouted, "That...... Is there a trick? ”

This time, the old voice responded quickly, still saying three words: "No tricks......"

Listening to his calm tone, I suddenly became angry: "Then what kind of trick are you?!" ”

The voice replied, "I'm not a ......."

"Your second uncle!"

"I don't have a second uncle......"

“……”

“……”

Well, I'll admit that my level of awkward conversation is limited, and I really can't communicate anymore.

The fat man's patience was obviously stronger than mine, and his voice was friendly: "Uncle, who are you?" How are you being locked up here? ”

"Who am I? Who am I? Hehe...... Ha ha...... Who am I? I don't know who I am...... Hahaha......" The voice muttered to itself, and suddenly burst out laughing, and it didn't stop for a long time.

This laughter made me and the fat man look at each other, and the hope that had sprung up was instantly dashed.

The fat man cried with a sad face, looking like he had just been blown up by a group of strong men: "Xiaobai, this is a neurosis, he is crazy......"

The madman seemed to be ignited by the fat man's question, and at first laughed wildly, sometimes cried, and babbled about the literary language of the dynasty that he did not know, over and over again, upside down, and did not know what to do.

The fat man and I carefully inspected the whole cell twice, and were disappointed to find that the walls and the iron door of the cell were so strong that there was no way to escape.

In the midst of his distraught, his ears were tormented by the madman's broken chanting, which was as miserable as being tortured.

At this moment, in the quiet corridor outside the door, there was a rush of footsteps, fluttering and flickering, from far and near.

It is impossible for there to be footsteps, unless...... It's a guy coming!