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He tried to find something to eat, but he searched through the entire dead underground space, and there was not even a drop of water except for dirt, dry bones, and charcoal, which were obviously inedible.

The old man of the unicorn didn't understand his situation, and after getting off the ground, he urged him to hurry up.

Zhou Fengchen had no choice but to endure hunger while going down, but he couldn't hide his stomach rumbling.

The old man of Qilin finally looked up at him, "Is there something wrong with your body?" ”

Zhou Fengchen smiled dryly, "There is a little problem, I'm hungry, may I ask...... Is there anything to eat? ”

The old man shook his head, "Of course not!" Launched! ”

"Okay." Zhou Fengchen's face was full of bitterness, "Enter the cannon!" ”

In this way, another five days passed, and Zhou Fengchen had reached his limit, his lips were chapped, he was weak, and he was dizzy.

While the old man Qilin was thinking about chess, he trembled to the manure tank room, pondering that Qilin is different from people, maybe his dung is a big supplement?

But when you look at it, you have to! This old guy eats people, and the things he digests stinks so bad.

When he came out of the toilet, he thought of the earthworm again, and heard that the protein of that thing was okay, so he took a hard human leg bone and ran to the side to dig in the dirt clearing.

However, after digging three or five meters in a row, I didn't even see a single earthworm hair.

At this time, I really reached the limit, I really didn't have the slightest strength, and when I sat down, I felt cold all over, and the sky was spinning for a while.

Just as his consciousness was about to disappear, a figure walked over, holding a lump of things in his hand, and fed him little by little.

I don't know what this thing is, but when I eat it, my mouth is full of mellow flavor, and it is really more delicious than anything else.

Zhou Fengchen was in a daze, instinctively ate a lot, and quickly ate a whole lump of things, and then fell asleep comfortably.

When he woke up, he jumped up and clenched his fists, only to feel refreshed, and his hunger and thirst were swept away.

He looked at the old man in surprise and found that the other party was still sitting next to the chessboard, staring at the chessboard.

Zhou Fengchen walked over and asked in surprise, "That thing?"

There is only the old man Qilin here besides himself, he must be feeding himself, but what is that thing?

The old man of the Qilin looked up at him, "My stored grain, it tastes okay, right?" ”

Zhou Fengchen licked his teeth and savored it, "To be honest, the taste is really good, yes...... Human flesh? ”

He is not a pedantic person, and it is acceptable to eat some human flesh rather than starve to death.

The old man of Qilin smiled disdainfully, "You don't care what it is, when I win, you still die!" ”

"Huh." Zhou Fengchen chuckled, expressing his disdain for his opponent.

The days that followed, monotonous and boring, except for playing chess or chess.

In his spare time, Zhou Fengchen tried to practice, but found that the dantian toxins could not be removed, and it seemed that the eight veins of the body's strange meridians were completely blocked by something.

After a few days in such a muddle, his stomach was hungry again, and he tried to find the old man Qilin to ask for the kind of food last time, but the other party ignored him, and even gave him a murderous look, so he had to give up!

After a few more days, he reached his limit again, dizzy and weak, and began to wonder where the old man Qilin had stored the "grain", but almost turned the entire underground space upside down, and he didn't even see a single hair.

When he was about to fall unconscious, the old man Qilin came to him again and stuffed something into his mouth, it still tasted like that, it was so delicious!

When I woke up, my hunger and thirst were gone, and I was full of energy.

He thought about it again and again, and solemnly negotiated with the old man Qilin: If you want our gambling game and chess game to continue, then please respect your opponent, don't say three meals a day, at least you have to take care of one meal a day, right?

However, the old man of the unicorn ignored him completely, asked in a hurry, and threw a sentence: Die now and continue to gamble, you choose!

Zhou Fengchen was silent.

The game continues.

Zhou Fengchen swore that the first time he played chess, he wanted to vomit, and he wanted to kill everyone who invented chess! It's boring!

When he was idle, he didn't give up hope, and tried to run the exercises again, but it was still the same, no!

He hesitated to ask the old man Qilin for advice, but unsurprisingly, he received no response.

The days that come are like a never-ending cycle:

When he was hungry to the limit and fell into a coma for about ten days, the old man of the unicorn fed him.

After sobering up, he continued to play chess, pondering the cultivation of removing dantian toxins!

Then I was unconscious, and then I was awake after eating!

Day after day, month after month.

He can only eat when he is in a coma, the old man of the Qilin can never win against him, and the exercises can never be practiced!

Since the fourth month of the year, he has completely become accustomed to this strange life, no longer useless to detoxify and practice, no longer circle around the unchanged environment, when the old man Qilin thinks about chess pieces, he meditates and cultivates himself.

In the fifth month and one day of the down, a person fell from above, a half-dead woman, a palace maid, about twenty years old, presumably a mistake.

Zhou Fengchen's dead mood was inexplicably a little excited, and he ran over to stare at it, but the old man Qilin also came over and asked with a slight sneer: "The people above know my taste, and the people who throw it down are all icy and jade, simple people, do you want to have sex with her?"

Zhou Fengchen was nauseated and coughed, "I like you more!" This kind of half-dead, forget it! ”

The old man of the unicorn nodded, "Then I'll eat it!" ”

Zhou Fengchen wanted to speak and stopped, but he understood that it was impossible for him to stop it, not to mention that he might have to eat, in the face of life and death, it seemed that he could put down a lot of things!

Out of sight is respectful! He ran to the corner and turned his back, silently reciting the Sutra of Bliss in the Past Life.

When he turned back after a while, he saw another bloody new human bone on the dry bone, and the old man of the unicorn returned to the fire, staring at the chessboard as if nothing had happened.

In the following days, the cycle resumed again, and Zhou Fengchen remembered those people in Weiyang whose strength would slowly increase, maybe they could help themselves when their strength was enough, but ...... If they can't find themselves, will they think they're dead?

From hope to gain and loss to disappointment, gradually numb!

Only when someone is thrown down from above, will they stare at it.

Seven months!

Eight months!

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One year!

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One year and two months!

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One year and nine months!

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Two years!

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Two years later, his hair was waist-high, and his beard was scruffy, like that of a wild man.

He no longer counts the days, because there is no point in them.

If they don't come after so long, they may not come again!

The old man's food is still very good, although he can only eat it once in ten days, but he has gained a lot of weight after so long, but the old man Qilin doesn't know if he lost his temper or what's wrong, but he gradually lost weight, and even began to cough in the end!

Zhou Fengchen would not be kind enough to consider the physical condition of a demon emperor and a unicorn, but felt that the cough of the old man of the unicorn could add a little fun to this dull space.

The days passed, I don't know if it was three years or how long, the old man Qilin finally had a big problem with his body, he began to cough violently and cough up blood, and the whole person was skinny and skinny.

Zhou Fengchen also sensed that something was wrong, and asked the old man Qilin in surprise, but the old man Qilin still didn't want to say.

Three months later, the old man Qilin no longer coughed, the whole person was like a skeleton of bones, but his face was a lot ruddy, he looked at Zhou Fengchen and said the first gossip in so many years, "My name is Mito, not the Amitabha of the Buddhist family, it means that the warriors of our Qilin clan!" ”