CHAPTER XXXVI

The deep darkness was like an indissolvable night, Lin Li only felt that he was constantly falling and falling in this darkness, he struggled to hold on to something so that he would not fall again, but there was nothing else in the darkness but him, nothing could help him stop the fall. Gradually, Lin Li seemed to understand something, and no longer struggled, as the darkness continued to fall.

"How is he? For what is not awake yet! Spartacus appeared in the dungeon with some simple bandages, in the dungeon Lin Li was placed on a dilapidated wooden bed, the wounds on his body had been treated and stopped bleeding, but if it weren't for Lin Li's chest still rising and falling slightly, I'm afraid everyone would think that this was already a corpse.

"The trauma has been treated, and it is said that he should have woken up, but I don't know what the reason is that he has been sleeping, and if he still can't wake up today, I'm afraid it will be very dangerous!" This doctor can deal with the trauma quite well, although Battista is not willing to spend too much money on Lin Li to invite the best doctor in Capua, but at the strong request of Spartacus, he still took out some dinars and invited the one in front of him.

Naturally, Rome in this era could not have any ability to take Lin Li's severed hand back, and it would be considered a great luck to ensure that the wound would not be infected and cause sepsis. Lin Li's long-term coma has nothing to do with trauma, mainly because he overused his mental power, a Thracian round knife technique requires 10 points of mental power, plus the time locking skill brought by an alienated void mask bloodline also requires 3 points of mental power, almost a one-time drain of 13 points of mental power, which made Lin Li, who only had a total of 15 points of mental power, almost die of mental exhaustion. If the spiritual power is reduced to zero, it will be dead, and the remaining two points of spiritual power will somewhat ease Lin Li's breath.

"When he woke up, he immediately informed me that I was coming to see him in the evening!" Spartacus looked at Lin Li's body bandaged, and knew that the doctor was still attentive, and explained that he turned his head and left the dungeon, and he had to go to the front to accept the summons of the Archon Capua.

After the battle with the Shadow of Death, the fame of Lin Li and Spartacus has spread all over Rome, especially the Spartacus who killed the Shadow of Death with his own hands has become a new myth, and there are countless nobles and high-ranking officials in Capua who are full of curiosity about Spartacus, and there are even many bewitching ladies who are willing to spend a lot of money to have a close hand-to-hand fight with the most powerful man in Rome. Spartacus has now become Batista's cash cow, and Battista is preparing to invite the nobles of Capua to a banquet to celebrate his victory.

"Done?" The hall of Batista's forecourt was now no less luxurious than the consul's mansion, and in the middle of nowhere, Battista asked his personal guard, the Carthaginian beast Barka, in a remote corner.

"Yes, my master, I have cut off her head!" Barka didn't understand why Batista would ask him to kill the woman, but he was happy to do so, he couldn't stand a filthy Thracian man who could climb on his head.

"Well done, go and call Spartacus, I should tell him the news!" Batista smirked, as if he had seen his family become the new upstart of Rome, and perhaps in the near future he could also become the consul of Capua.

"Gross!" In the evening, Lin Li's doctor was drowsy, and Lin Li suddenly sat up like a corpse in the dungeon, and his head turned to vomit. The sleeping doctor was startled, and wanted to stand up but knocked down the chair with a 'bang', and fell down with the chair, so that the doctor's face smashed right on the place where Lin Li vomited, and the next second there was another person vomiting in the dungeon.

Lin Li's head was very dizzy and there was a pinprick pain, and there was also a feeling of nausea and nausea physiologically, of course, this was not the kind of pregnancy, but some sequelae similar to concussion. …,

"You damn slave!" The doctor who ate a mouthful of Lin Li's vomit vomited for a long time, and rushed towards Lin Li with a menacing face, how could he have suffered such a loss after being a doctor for so many years, and how could he be afraid of a cripple.

"Huh!" As soon as he rushed to the 'cripple', an iron arm suddenly grabbed his neck, Lin Li sat on the bed and stared coldly at the doctor, and forcibly grabbed his neck with one hand and lifted him up. In an instant, the doctor's face turned red, and he grabbed Lin Li's hand with both hands and wanted to break free, but Lin Li's hand did not move at all, and it was not something he could shake at all. At first, the doctor was still struggling, but after a while, the whites of his eyes began to turn upwards and gradually lost his strength.

Lin Li casually threw the doctor out, the doctor moved twice like a dead fish and then began to breathe, Lin Li didn't think about killing the doctor, after all, the doctor also helped him heal his injuries, Lin Li just wanted to let the doctor know that he was not a person who could be bullied at will.

"Go get Spartacus!" Lin Li snorted coldly, and the doctor staggered out of the dungeon, and was blown by the cold wind outside the dungeon before the doctor reacted, who is this in the dungeon? That's the man who helped Spartacus kill the shadow of death, where can he be bullied.

Lin Li's head in the dungeon still hurts, but after being unconscious for two days, his mental power has recovered to 5, which is slower than normal, and it should be that the more serious the mental power consumption, the slower the recovery. With 5 mental strength, Lin Li could barely endure the discomfort coming from his brain. After waiting for a while, Spartacus looked blank and lifeless, and slowly walked into the dungeon.

Spartacus's eyes were bloodshot, and the expression on his face was very ugly, Lin Li knew what was going on when he saw him like this. Sulla must be dead, Spartacus has become Batista's cash cow, how can Battista let his cash cow still think about freedom in his head every day.

"What's going on?" Sighing slightly in his heart, Lin Li knew what was going on, but he still had to pretend that he didn't know anything. This is the key to Spartacus's transformation from a slave to a hero of the uprising, no one can stop it, if Sulla does not die Spartacus will only be a mortal, only when Sulla dies can Spartacus become a hero, this may be the price he has to pay.

"Sula is dead, he was killed by the Assas faction, I want to avenge Sulla, I must kill Assas!" Spartacus's voice squeezed out between his teeth was filled with unforgettable hatred, and this hatred even made Lin Li's heart rise an uncomfortable feeling.

"She's dead? Why do you think Assas wants to kill her? You killed the Shadow of Death, but you are only a slave of Batista, and Assas's enemy is Batista, even if Assas wants to kill, why doesn't he directly attack Battista or Batista's wife? What good did it do him to kill the wife of a slave? Lin Li didn't hear the voice of the main god suggesting that the plot was leaked, and it seemed that this kind of euphemistic hint was acceptable to the main god. This is a very important piece of information.

"You're saying it wasn't Assas who killed Sulla?" Batista looked up at Lin Li in shock, and then he turned around sharply and left the dungeon to check, there was no one outside the dungeon, and he returned to the dungeon, no one knew what Lin Li said to him again.

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