The night passed, and judging from the time, it was already the early morning of the next day.

Lao Song is right, in the underworld, hunger is the growth rate, and it is very terrible.

One bad news, one good news.

The bad news is that because I didn't eat yesterday, I was already dizzy from hunger, and I had a burning stinging sensation in my stomach, which was equivalent to not eating for three days.

The good news is that I already have a vague sense that the aura is about to return.

When Zhu Feiyue was alone and went to Longhu Mountain to ask for the three flavors of true fire for me, his Taoism also dissipated, which was the agreement between Brother Zhu and the three sisters of destiny, using his own Taoism in exchange for the lingering breath of the world.

Brother Zhu's recovery process is extremely difficult and long, and fortunately, this should not be repeated in me.

If what the woman upstairs said is true, in three days at most, I will be able to return to the Asura Perfection.

Lao Song got up from the bed with a yawn, went to the pool to wash his face, and said vaguely: "How is it?" Yesterday I asked you to eat something, but you didn't eat it, and now you're hungry. ”

"Bear with me for a few more hours, and it's almost time to eat."

Despite the rumbling in my stomach, this level of hunger upset me at best, and it was nothing compared to the overall environment of the Hell.

I asked Lao Song, "When will you change floors?" ”

Lao Song wiped his face with his arm, took a sharp small dinner knife, and shaved his beard a few times: "Xiao Li, you get ready, at 12 midnight tonight, there will be a seven-day rotation period." ”

A chill suddenly welled up in my back, so fast? It's going to change tonight?

Time is running out, my path hasn't come back yet, damn it! Just give me one more day......

Now I am much weaker than ordinary deceased, I still can't even clench my fists, and in the low-class cannibalistic environment, my survival rate will be less than zero.

After cleaning up, Lao Song sat back on the side of the bed: "It's really unfortunate that you came, you came yesterday, yesterday was the sixth day, but it's a pity, these 34-layer heaven days, you only enjoyed less than one day, and you are going to hell to suffer." ”

"This time, there is a high probability that it will be behind the 400th floor."

In this regard, Lao Song seemed to have gotten used to it, and did not show too much panic, he reached under the pillow with his palm and touched it, and smiled at me with a sinister smile:

"When the dinner is served, you must look for it on the iron plate, and you must find a sharp murder weapon to defend yourself."

I looked coldly at Lao Song on the opposite bed, judging from my previous analysis, once I entered the lower level, Lao Song would inevitably turn against me - in an environment without food, what could be simpler and more convenient than using the corpse of the same room as meat storage?

Either you die or I live.

Lao Song should know this matter better than me in his heart, he reminded me to prepare the murder weapon, which means that he is 100% sure that he can kill me.

This is not surprising, Lao Song is much wider than me, and he is in the prime of his 40s, this guy looks ugly, his two arms are as thick as a cow's legs, his speech is yin and yang, and his eyes are full of gloomy bloodlust, he ...... I'm afraid I'm used to the smell of human flesh for a long time, right?

When I was observing Lao Song, he was also staring at me, and he smiled at me maliciously: "Xiao Li, it's time for you to feel the difference in hell......

A few hours later, with a dull roar, the iron plate began to descend, and a disgusting gobble was heard from upstairs.

I had to follow the example of Lao Song, and also threw my pillow on the patio, waiting for food like a humble beggar.

Finally, it's our turn.

"Try to eat as much as you can, 3 minutes, and for the next seven days, you won't be able to eat such a good thing." Old Song tilted his head and admonished, saliva flowing wildly down his chin.

When the huge iron plate fell on the 34th floor, Lao Song and I were like two wild dogs that had escaped, and pounced viciously, I didn't have the habit of eating other people's leftovers, so I tried to pick some whole fruits, snacks and the like that had not been touched, Lao Song didn't pay attention to this, he was a person who fought in hunger and blood all year round, and he didn't care about anything anymore.

Lao Song's eating appearance, I was shocked to see it, he was lying on a large pot of hot beef porridge, opening his mouth wide and pouring it violently, and the corners of his mouth were full of big bubbles, but he didn't care at all, he drank it quickly.

Lao Song had no teeth, so he could only pick this kind of soft thing to eat, and in less than a minute, he drank the pot of porridge, and then stretched out his hand to a plate of gravy mashed potatoes.

This is my first meal in the underworld, and I don't judge the taste of these foods, as early as when I was alive, I didn't care much about appetites, and what really surprised me was that the taste was so real, every trace, every piece, deeply stimulated my taste buds.

I can even feel the whole process of the food entering my mouth and landing in my stomach, and even the details of how it is digested.

This feeling is difficult to describe in words, in the human world, this is something I have never experienced, which also makes me more and more suspicious, which is the real world?

It only took me half the time to eat and I was full, and I walked around the iron plate and grabbed a knife to cut and roast whole sheep, the best murder weapon I could find.

With the knife in my belt, I took one last look at a bunch of fresh cherries:

"If I hide this bunch of cherries and save it for later......"

Before I finished speaking, Lao Song stopped me loudly and said, "How is it possible? If you can hide the food, then the existence of hell is meaningless, isn't it? ”

"If you don't believe me, you can try ......"

I tried to put the cherries in my pocket, and the next second, the temperature of the room suddenly dropped by at least 20 degrees, and the walls emitted a thick black mist, which gradually showed signs of solidifying and turning into human shapes.

Lao Song gulped the mashed potatoes left on the plate and said, "In a minute, there will be dead things in the room, you and I will be killed by dead things, and our corpses will be taken to another place...... Unless, you put the cherries back. ”

I sighed, and threw the bunch of cherries back onto the iron plate, and the black mist disappeared without a trace, and the temperature returned to normal.

I was in a gloomy mood, it turned out that this is the so-called power of rules! It is precisely because of this that the Hell has been able to survive in its entirety for so long and remain functional.

"Even if you leave a cookie scrap, can't you?"

"Nope." On the cream cake in front of Lao Song, there was a dirty footprint printed on it, but he didn't care at all, and buried his whole face in the cake:

"Cigarettes, alcohol, tableware, as long as it has nothing to do with food, you can take it casually, you know, in the lower world, tobacco is also the most valuable food substitute! You can store some in advance. ”

I could only give up completely, grabbed three or five packs of imported cigarettes, and threw them on my bed.

The iron plate began to fall, and Lao Song didn't seem to have eaten enough, so he retreated to the side in frustration, and at this time, about the twenty-seventh and eighth floors upstairs, there was a resentful laughter:

"I irrigated a lot of liquid fertilizer in that pot of beef porridge, and I don't know which poor fool drank it, hahaha!"

Lao Song and I looked up at the same time, and the person who laughed was a man with a scar on his face and a small head, and he defiantly gestured his middle finger at us and retracted his head.

I haven't touched the beef porridge, it's all drunk by Lao Song, and Lao Song is not angry at the provocation of the inch-headed man, but just pouts and says:

"Dog's strong X criminal, that guy's nickname is Xiao Needle, he is known for bullying women, which girl is in the same room with him, it can be regarded as unlucky."

I pointed to the pool not far away, and Old Song rolled his eyes: "I am reluctant to vomit, it is the original sin to waste food!" ”

Then, everything fell into a dead silence of despair, which was only a description, in fact, the hell was not quiet at all, and the sounds of the upstairs and downstairs were clearly audible due to the presence of vertical patios that raised and lowered the food.

Most of them are women's cries, especially the cries of the girl in the small needle house on the 27th floor upstairs, which are the most miserable.

"Please...... Please don't do this, let me go......"

"Spare you? Do you think it's possible? When I've had enough, I'll kill you with a knife, you...... It must be delicious, right? ”

The cruel laughter made by Xiao Needle when he bullied a woman made me very angry, and this anger was mixed with strong sadness, why? Isn't death itself the greatest sorrow? Why does the soul have to endure this torture after death?

I wanted to jump up layer by layer at once and slaughter the little needle, but I couldn't, the distance from the ground to the ceiling was at least two meters, and I couldn't jump to that height anyway without losing my aura, even if I relied on the rope, I didn't have the strength to climb.

Soon, the girl's cry grew quieter and weaker.

From the other floors, the dirty laughter of the men could be heard, and they begged for a small needle, hoping to get in and taste the smell of crime, and they used the underworld as a place to vent their desires.

When they were alive, they had no faith, and they never knew what cause and effect were, and even if they did, they wouldn't care.

Humanity is here, and it will be magnified to the limit.

Every day, there was only one meal, and at noon, while Lao Song was asleep, I dipped my fingers in blood, wrote a sentence on the torn sheets, crumpled them into a ball, and threw them down the patio to the 35th floor.

"I didn't know until now that tonight at midnight was the day of the floor change...... Woman, you help me deal with Lao Song now, and I will repay you in the future. ”

Less than two minutes later, the sheets were dropped again from upstairs, and there was one more sentence on it:

"My current Taoism has only only recovered to the realm of enlightenment, so man, I can't help you, and besides, do you think Lao Song is just an ordinary person? Think again......"

This sentence made my heart tremble, could it be that Lao Song was also a cultivator?

That's impossible! As long as the person who has been in contact with the aura, no matter how high or low the Tao is, it is impossible for him to escape my eyes, and in my opinion, Lao Song is definitely not a peer.

Yesterday I asked Lao Song about the cause of death, and he said that he was forced to jump off the building because he owed a loan shark.

Of course, it is also possible that Lao Song hid the truth of his death from me.

It doesn't matter, with Brother Chen Liang in the palace, I can escape at any time, don't be afraid, there's nothing to fear.

I comforted myself over and over again, and I fell asleep in a daze.

……

Towards midnight, I woke up from my sleep, and there was still no aura in the dantian, but the signal that they were about to return was getting clearer and clearer.

I slept for too long, so I went to the pool to wash my face, smoked two cigarettes, and slowed down for a while, and then looked at Lao Song's bed.

The bed on the opposite side is empty, what about the old Song people?

My scalp is buzzing! Observe carefully and vigilantly, as long as there is the slightest mistake, I will immediately call Brother Chen Liang to save me back!

Fortunately, I quickly found Lao Song, who was lurking under the bed and whispered to me:

"You're lying under your bed, too!"

"Why?" I was puzzled.

Lao Song was anxious: "Quick! No time! Don't ask why, let you lie down and you will lie down! Don't forget to bring the guys with you! ”

I hesitated, but decided to do as Lao Song said, pulled out the cleaver from under the pillow, and I quietly burrowed under the bed, hiding in the dark.

There is nothing stranger in the world, even in the underworld, I believe that such a scene has never appeared.

In the room for two, Lao Song and I hid under the bed, looking at each other across the patio, at least in this room, it was so quiet that I couldn't even hear my breath, and the air was full of a strong smell of dust.

In the dark, Lao Song's face looked even more hideous and despicable.

"Two minutes to go."

"Thirty seconds."

"Ten seconds...... Five seconds, one second! ”

Under Lao Song's sharp countdown, there was a deafening sound of metal colliding in the walls of the room, and I clearly felt that the room we were in was panning into the distance.

It's midnight and it's changing rooms!

The entire 500 floors, the rooms on each floor, are changing positions at the same time! Every seven days, this giant Rubik's Cube of Death is reorganizing its ecology!

But at this time, I still don't understand Lao Song's intentions, why are we lying under the bed?

I didn't have time to think about it, but the harsh sound of metal crashing shocked me so much that I clutched the legs of the bed with both hands, and after a few minutes, the translation stopped, and the room began to sink.

It's like a sunken elevator.

As the room sank along with my heart, I was well aware of the structure of the hell, which was divided into two parts: the first hundred floors were where people could eat normal food, and the last four hundred floors were bloodthirsty cannibal hells.

Judging from our sinking manoeuvre, it must be a hundred floors back.

After a century, the sinking finally slowed down, and I looked at Lao Song under the bed opposite, only to see him give me a particularly gloomy look, and then took out a small iron axe from his arms, and made a gesture of "cutting off feet".

Now I understand.

My heart immediately rose to my throat, and the fear of imminent arrival was ten thousand times stronger than hell!

When the sinking was over, the room began to shift in place, and all the rooms merged into a straight line of 500 floors, and finally, the deafening sound disappeared.

The number on the wall of our room, from 34, to 477.

477th floor......

Before I could react, the next second, two people jumped down from above and landed heavily on the floor!

Here it comes!