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With the light behind him, Zhang Xiao can see a limited number of things, and it seems that there are more secrets hidden in this small dark space. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

But at least he understood that this was the place where he felt that life and death were at stake—that when he came here, the palpitations in his heart dissipated, and even a strange sense of peace of mind arose; He knew it was his spiritual sense reminding him.

This made Zhang Xiaoan take a closer look at the small cell in front of him.

This small room must be a cell, and this cell is the person in the room who is imprisoned.

The man lay motionless on his stomach, dirty, filthy, not even as good as a beggar, maybe only maggots in the dung pit could fight, and I don't know how long he had been locked up here...... I don't know if it's dead or alive.

It's just that if he is still alive, then the cell is not even locked, but this person does not escape, and I don't know what it means.

If he dies...... He's dead, what's the need for this place?

After all, this is a space of consciousness, and it is impossible to create a room to imprison the dead.

Zhang Xiao looked at the room, but couldn't see clearly.

The room was dark and quiet, with no light, like a rift in the abyss, perhaps hiding some bait or secret, waiting for the prey to fall into its net...... Maybe you're just waiting for Zhang Xiao?

This place is really suspicious, although he knows that there may be the answer he wants inside, but Zhang Xiao glanced at the door a few times, and he didn't plan to just go in.

At the very least, he needs to gather some more information, assess the risks, and even make some preparations.

Looking around, Zhang Xiao walked to the candle stand not far away and took down a long candle with a candle in the heart, he walked to the wall again, without too much force, the ghost head knife slashed obliquely at the wall.

Qiang――

Zhang Xiao nodded with satisfaction, this wall is different from those outside, it has not been weathered, and it is still very hard, just relying on the hardness of the ghost head knife can not be seen like cutting tofu.

There were a few more clangs, and a few sparks suddenly lit up on the walls and blades.

Zhang Xiao was overjoyed and knew that he was right, this consciousness space really had most of the physical characteristics.

He slashed a few more times, finding the angle thoroughly, and each one brought out the sparks.

Putting the candle on the ground, he had already processed the core of the candle a little, so that the wick was exposed more, and slashed again, this time the speed and strength were much greater, and there were more sparks than before, and no accident, the candle was lit.

Zhang Xiao is actually vaguely strange in his heart, no matter which layer of this consciousness space is, it is a little too normal, almost no different from the outside world, and there is no imagination at all.

He didn't know why, but now was not the time to care about these things.

Zhang Xiao picked up the lit candle and returned to the door of the room, which looked like a prison, and the stronger light shone in, reflecting the darkness a little brighter, allowing him to see more details inside the prison...... More disgusting details.

In addition to the filth piled up in the corner of the room, it turned out that there was more on the walls, and many of the unbearable smells came from the surrounding walls.

Zhang Xiao frowned, forcing himself not to turn around and leave, nor to look away.

By the light of the candle in his hand, he could finally see what was on the wall.

The walls were painted in suspicious colors and smelled like a mixture of blood and excrement, as if they were being used as paint, depicting some kind of religious worship.

A monster with a strong human body was spent in the center of the ceiling, his face was full of distortions, scribbled and thickened, as if the author had fallen into a frenzy, completely unaware of what he wanted to draw, almost a large black shadow remaining, and he could only roughly see the position of his eyes and nostrils, not knowing what this meant, or what he was trying to say.

Everywhere around him were strange lines filling the remaining gaps in the ceiling, some of them were disordered, some of them looked like houses, some of them looked like people, some of them looked like trees, but they were all strange, crooked, and incomplete, and there was a strange structure that was disturbing to look at.

The four walls are different, no people and objects, all filled with color, but the filthy color is never pleasant, and the undulating "texture" is even more disgusting.

"Real crazy ......"

Zhang Xiao looked at the person in the room, he didn't know if these "masterpieces" were painted by this guy, if so, he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to get any news from this person.

The filth and filth in this room simply redefine the concept and lower limit of dirty, and those "paintings" are even more frightening to see the crazy heart of the painter.

Crackling

The candle flame jumped, the light flickered, and Zhang Xiao retracted his gaze, a little hesitant.

I can't get any more information just by standing outside the prison cell, but I have to go in......

Zhang Xiao shook his head and looked at the figure again, his eyes revealing contemplation...... And hostility.

You know, even if Zhang Xiao didn't make a sound on purpose, but the time he opened the door was not silent, that is, the figure fell asleep, not to mention the creak when he opened the door, just he lit the candle and cut out a lot of knives, and the sound of metal friction was enough to make the figure inside wake up and perceive the fact that the door was open.

But he had been here for a long time, but the figure in the prison had not responded.

In Zhang Xiao's opinion, there are only two possibilities: Or, the figure inside is still unconscious, or even dead.

Or, he's luring him in, into this cell.

But no matter what it is, it doesn't affect Zhang Xiao's decision.

"Such a strange place, it's very dangerous to look at, if I go in stupidly, I don't deserve to die?"

This is Zhang Xiao's idea, simple and straightforward, but to the point.

This may seem different from what he did before, but it is actually in the same vein.

Although Zhang Xiao has a lot of things he wants to understand, and he has a hunch that the place in front of him hides secrets related to life and death, but compared to curiosity and death premonition, at the moment, his life is more important.

He would never risk his life and death for some illusory reason, unless there is conclusive evidence that the risk is proportional to the gain.

Otherwise, it is not in keeping with his style of being a businessman.

The profit-seeking of businessmen, that is, profits, is a measure of the ratio of pay and return, everything a businessman does is for more profit, and the more successful the businessman, the more so.

There is no doubt that Zhang Xiao is a businessman, a successful businessman, and looking at the problem at hand from the perspective of a successful businessman, the answer is not complicated.

His capital is only his life, and he is in danger, and he still has the strength to fight.

There is no need to consider the risk, because he can't exit, and no matter how big the risk is, he can only ignore it...... Besides, the maximum will not be much higher than "death".

Now the outside world is in a precipitous form, nine deaths, but at least there is still one life, he can still return to the outside world to fight to the death with unknown enemies, the winner lives and the loser dies.

Then the problem at hand is simple.

Unless he can see a greater benefit than "life", Zhang Xiao will never gamble with his own life, and whether it is curiosity or death premonition, in Zhang Xiao's eyes, it will not be more important than his own life.

Zhang Xiao shook his head, and was about to extinguish the candle and turn to leave.

But, I don't know if it's a coincidence or deliberately, at this moment, the figure lying on his stomach suddenly moved.

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