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Accumulate five drops of the spring of tracing in a day. So far, Fang Xiaobao has stored more than 200 drops of the Traced Spring.

The manure pit is fertile land, and the growth cycle of sand potatoes is short, drought tolerant and light-proof, which can maximize the effect of the spring of traceability. Once born, an average of 3670 catties of sand potatoes can be harvested.

After testing, the sand potato can be used as food and water source. Fang Xiaobao didn't think about it anymore, and a mind began to grow.

Wave your hands together. Clouds of colorful mist were blown. Moistened by the spring, the sand potato grows rapidly, and in just a few minutes, the 'primitive manure pit' with a radius of nearly a kilometer is full of plants.

All the bereaved companions do their hands and help harvest the potatoes. From that night until the early hours of the morning, Fang Xiaobao couldn't remember how many times he had given birth. As far as the eye can see, in the corner of the manure pit and the fertile field, the sand potatoes are piled up into a mountain.

"There are one hundred and twenty drops left in the fountain...... According to each harvest, at least 30,000 catties of sand potatoes have been produced! ”

Fang Xiaobao estimated in his heart, looking at the sand potatoes piled up into a hill, his face unconsciously showed a smile.

"Brother, so much...... It's enough for us to eat! ”

Ah Ghost shook his head and tail excitedly. Not only him, but all the bereaved people, including the sage, were excited.

"From now on, don't eat the rations provided by humans anymore."

The sage spoke, looked at all the bereaved people, and said slowly: "Everyone must recover their talents and prepare for battle within seven days!" ”

If you want to escape from prison, if you want to rush out of this dark bitter kiln, battle is inevitable.

"Don't worry, Lord Sage, when my talent returns, I'll be the first to kill and kill those miscellaneous people outside!" The mad lion patted his chest and said.

"Your howling method is unreliable, or I'll come! I'll take the lead! "The sword mantis waved its four mantis arms, degrading the mad lion while not forgetting to elevate itself.

"Charge into battle, neither of you is reliable!" Ah Ghost's face was full of confidence.

"If you want to kill the enemy without knowing it, my gopher is the best!" There was only one heaven-level relic, the 'Big Mouse', who boasted triumphantly.

Not only them, but all the survivors are high-spirited. They have been trapped for too long, and they have a grudge in their hearts and a monstrous hatred for humans. I wish the talent would return immediately, and I would rush out now.

"Everything has to be planned, and prison break is no exception!"

Fang Xiaobao looked at these guys and said with a smile: "Before we act, we must make a careful plan, so that we can be foolproof!" ”

"Xiaobao is right!"

The sage nodded in agreement, and once again stated that all prisoners of the bereaved must obey Fang Xiaobao's command, and those who violate it will be spurned.

"Of course!"

A ghost immediately expressed his position, and only Fang Xiaobao was the first to look forward. The rest of the bereaved prisoners had no objections, they had already witnessed Fang Xiaobao's anti-heaven birth methods, as well as his meticulous mind and extraordinary wit. Under the leadership of such a leader, the plan will be launched, and it will definitely come to fruition.

Invisibly, Fang Xiaobao felt that he had become the backbone of all the bereaved prisoners in the No. 2 Bitter Kiln. Even the sages are willing to follow his commands.

"It's a good feeling to be in charge!"

Fang Xiaobao looked at the bereaved people with a smile, issued the first order, everyone ate and drank to their heart's content, and went to sleep!

From the next day, the rations delivered by the guards were thrown directly into the dung pit, and no one was left behind. There were plenty of sand potatoes, there was not enough food to eat, and for the surviving prisoners of the No. 2 Bitter Kiln, they only had to wait.

Seven days!

The effect of the elixir to suppress the talent of the bereaved can only last for seven days. In the absence of external awareness, all the surviving prisoners should remain vigilant and not make noise in the activity area at will, so as to avoid the eyes and ears of the guards. After seven days, their suppressed talent will return.

Ate and sleep, lose and eat. That's the main task at the moment.

Fang Xiaobao was not idle, and went to the manure pit every half day to check the stock of sand potatoes. If there is a shortage, he will rush to replenish it as soon as possible to ensure that there is enough food.

And just like that, six days passed in the blink of an eye.

On the evening of the seventh day, all the remnants of the No. 2 bitter kiln gathered and went to the manure pit where the potatoes were stacked.

"I've already felt the talent ......"

The mad lion plunged headlong into the pile of potatoes, cracking open his terrifying mouth, devouring it frantically, and screaming with great excitement.

"Lion's head, eat less of the!" The blade mantis shouted. He let the mad lion control the amount of food, and his four mantis arms waved, and he ate the sand potato faster than the mad lion.

In Fang Xiaobao's eyes, not only these two goods, including the sage, all the bereaved companions seemed to have reached the final sprint stage, and they all let go of their bellies and devoured them wildly.

The sand potatoes that were piled up into a hill began to shrink at a visible rate. Fang Xiaobao exclaimed from the bottom of his heart, these guys are simply hungry ghosts reincarnated!

Never mind!

Originally, there was still a spring of tracing the stream, and in the past few days, another 1780 drops have been accumulated. I'm not afraid that these guys can eat, as long as they have the ability, even if they have the ability to open their belly.

Over time. Less than a fifth of the previously harvested potatoes remained. Someone finally regained their talent smoothly.

The first person to return to his talent was none other than the sage.

In Fang Xiaobao's eyes, he saw that this most talented and powerful relict elder, the body that was originally sitting cross-legged on the ground suddenly floated in the air.

Not only that, an indescribable mysterious force surged in, like a tide that instantly filled the entire dunghill field. Including Fang Xiaobao, all the bereaved people who were detained here all floated up strangely. Even the sand potatoes are floating in the air as if they are not affected by gravity.

"Hahaha......"

Hearty laughter rang out. Fang Xiaobao's face was full of shock, and while he was shocked by what happened to him, his eyes looked in the direction of laughter. I saw the sage sitting in the air, a pair of eyes that were originally blazing, but at this moment, they were shining like flames, which was strange and inexplicable.

Call!

When he was amazed, the mysterious power imposed on him receded like a tide. Everyone fell lightly to the ground, including thousands of potatoes, and all returned to their original places. There's no mess at all.

"Xiaobao, my talent has returned at first glance, and I can't control it well...... Didn't scare you! ”

The sage smiled like a god, and walked step by step into the void. until he landed in front of Fang Xiaobao.

"No, no......"

Fang Xiaobao wiped his sweat, looked at this old man, and couldn't help but give a thumbs up and said, "Sage, your talent is simply ...... Cock exploded! Although it is a foul word, at this moment, only these three words can describe the incomparably perverted and powerful talent of this sage in front of him.

"The Sage-sage talent is back!"

"Let's compare and see who can recover the second talent after the sage!"

A ghost, a mad lion, a knife mantis, and a gopher, are competing with each other at this moment and begin to compete with each other. In their words, in addition to the sage, the demigod relic, in the No. 2 Bitter Kiln, in terms of talent, it will be their four heavenly kings. The higher the talent, the stronger the drug resistance. Therefore, after the sage had regained his talent, the next one would definitely be one of the four of them.

However, the facts made the so-called Four Heavenly Kings of the No. 2 Bitter Kiln slap in the face.

After the sage, the second remnant whose talent returned turned out to be Bend. The little girl suddenly seemed to be stimulated, and opened her mouth to scream. Fang Xiaobao, who had suffered a loss, instinctively reacted and covered his ears.

However, the screams came and had no effect.

"The talent of the bend is the power of the mental shock, not the power of the sound wave!"

The sage smiled beside him and explained to Fang Xiaobao. The flame light that had been lost in his eyes reappeared at this moment. It's just that it's not as strong as when the talent returns.

"Brother, you don't have to cover your ears, there is a sage lord's spiritual power, and all our talents are isolated, and they will not affect others!" A ghost was not far away while devouring a sand potato, while shouting at Fang Xiaobao.

Mental power!

When Fang Xiaobao heard these three words, he let go of his hands covering his ears and turned his head to look at the sage standing beside him. The latter smiled slightly: "Xiaobao, you may not know that my talent also belongs to the spiritual department, but it ...... It's slightly more powerful than the average spiritual relic! ”

You're so humble!

Fang Xiaobao couldn't help but slander in his heart. The powerful power displayed by the return of talent in front of him is simply beyond the possession of human beings, and he does not know how many times more powerful than any fighter he has ever seen.

It's really hard to imagine that with this old and strong natural strength, how could he be arrested and imprisoned on Alcatraz Island back then?

Another ten minutes passed.

Following the bend, the Four Heavenly Kings of the No. 2 Bitter Kiln finally exerted their strength, and the Ghost Crazy Lion recovered his talent almost at the same time. This is followed by the knife mantis gopher. Then it was the turn of a land-level bereaver.

Half an hour maximum. The sixty-eight survivors of the No. 2 Bitter Kiln have all recovered their talents.

Probably been held for a long time. As soon as the talent returned, the bereaved prisoners could not control all of them, and instinctively used various means.

Some swallow flames; Someone was covered in lightning; Some people are as soft as boneless, and their limbs can be elongated and extended at will...... All kinds of talents, all kinds of things, all kinds of strange.

Fang Xiaobao couldn't see it, and he had the feeling that when he first entered the bitter kiln, the demons danced wildly, which made people shudder.