Wu Xie's hand was holding another person's hand bone at this time!

This discovery simply made Wu Xie collapse instantly, and he used all his strength to stumble to a tank wall, struggling to climb out. But the blue-gray eyes instantly swooped down on the edge of the tank, and at the same time, from above came the eerie and eerie laughter of the "fox face".

This road is not working!

Even if there is no "fox face" as a hindrance, it is impossible for Wu Xie to get himself up with his own strength alone.

Now the only way out is to destroy the cylinder block from the inside.

Wu Xie shook the big white dog's leg in his hand, and said in his heart that even if Sima Guang smashed the cylinder back then, there would still be a stone as a "group performance", and his current situation can really be described as poor and white.

Are you really going to dismantle the thigh bone of the corpse?

At this seemingly exhaustive moment, Wu Xie suddenly had a flash of inspiration in his mind, and patted his braincase: How to forget "it"!

Wu Xie, the "black gold ancient knife" of the stuffy oil bottle, has carried it all the way to the present, and he didn't even dare to leave his body to rest and nap, but he forgot about this "treasure" at the critical moment.

Wu Xie untied the "Black Gold Ancient Knife" from behind, and wanted to learn the stuffy oil bottle with one hand to hold the knife, but he gave up after trying.

He took two steps back, held the knife in both hands and gestured on the wall of the cylinder, and said silently in his heart: "Xiao Hei, it's up to you this time." With all his strength, he slashed the knife through.

The quality of the "Black Gold Ancient Knife" was really as reliable as that of the little brother, and the heavy wall of the cylinder shattered, and Wu Xie "flowed" out of the breach along with the liquid in the tank.

Also "flowing" out of the skeleton was the skeleton.

Wu Xie hurriedly figured out the lighter, and under the dim halo, the slime attached to the skeleton gradually slipped off, revealing a blue-white skeleton. The skeleton fell to the ground, presumably a male. What made Wu Xie haunted the most was the hand bone.

He approached the skeleton to observe the remainder's right hand. The fingers of that hand bone were slender and well-proportioned, and what made Wu Xie's heart beat wildly was that this hand bone actually had an unusually long middle finger and index finger!

Wu Xie's mind "buzzed", and the whole world became unreal.

- Is it a stuffy oil bottle?!

On one side is the gloomy "Black Gold Ancient Knife", and on the other side is the silent nameless remains.

Countless complicated thoughts exploded in Wu Xie's mind for a while.

- The "Door of Sleep" that can only be opened by "Qilin Blood".

- The "Sleeping Gate" has an unusually long two-fingered indentation in the palm of the hand.

- The "Watcher" who wanders through the ranks.

——A huge clay jar containing the bones of the "Zhang family".

……

Wu Xie stared blankly at the giant clay jars in the tunnel, one by one, extending endlessly into the depths of darkness. It was as if through the dark walls of the tank saw a silent pale skeleton inside.

"Yes, as you can see—"

"This is a world that only 'sacrifices' can enter."

A calm, waveless voice came from behind.

"You shouldn't have come here."

"Wu Xie—"

Wu Xie didn't look back.

His body was shaking. Not because of fear, but because of anger, shock and anger. What kind of person can despise life like this? The avenue flows around, and all things are born. God still does not sacrifice people, who is it that wants to use so many people's lives as "sacrifices"?

"The people, the Lord of God."

Wu Xie turned around slowly, and looked at the person who was faintly revealing his outline in the halo with awe-inspiring eyes: "Employing people, who is it?" ”

This sentence, which originated from the painful question of the remnants of the Yin Shang family 2,000 years ago, is still deafening today.

The man in the shadows was silent for a long time, and said slowly: "It's a pity-"

"The 'gods' here are not the gods of your world."

Wu Xie approached the half-hidden person step by step.

"Who the hell are you?"

"What is the relationship between you and Zhang Qiling?"

"You, aren't you Zhang Qiling!"

The man in the shadows did not retreat, and as Wu Xie approached, his face gradually revealed in the light. It was a young and delicate face, but at this time there was an indifferent emptiness that did not match its age.

"I said—"

"Chen Duxue" said coldly: "I'm just a 'monitor'. ”

Fuck the "watchers"!

Since entering this underground world, the mysteries that have emerged one after another without any explanation have driven Wu Xie crazy.

"If you're not Zhang Qiling, where is Zhang Qiling?"

"Chen Duxue" looked at Wu Xie as if she was looking at a grain of dust in the universe.

"Along the way, you kept saying that you wanted to save Zhang Qiling."

"Are you sure Zhang Qiling needs you to save him?"

"Are you sure he'll leave with you?"

Wu Xie was like being punched head-on.

These words hit the nail on the head, and every sentence really poked Wu Xie's sore spot.

In fact, until now, he didn't know what the real purpose of the stuffy oil bottle was here. Maybe the truth is just as Taoist Chen said, in the end, he still uses his hot face to stick to other people's cold butts.

Wu Xie was bitter in his heart, but he never suffered a loss in his mouth.

"Whether he needs to be saved or not is his business. It's my business to save him or not! ”

"Taoist Chen" snorted lightly and said, "The reason why you say this can only mean that you are still young. ”

If you can't say it, others will talk about age.

Wu Xie provoked: "Then dare to ask how old is Your Excellency?" Junior, what should I call you, is it Brother Zhang? Or Uncle Zhang? ”

"It's okay to call me Chen Duxue, it's just a code name."

Immortality seems to be a topic that the other party is reluctant to touch. At least the person in front of him is not proud of it.

"It doesn't matter how long you live."

"Being alive is sometimes just a habit."

Wu Xie waved his hand and said, "Okay, you don't have to say your identity." But I only want to know one thing, Zhang Qiling, is he in this place? ”

"Chen Duxue" looked at Wu Xie lightly, and slowly spit out four words after a long time.

"No comment."

Wu Xie felt that he was going to completely storm away in the next second.

As if sensing Wu Xie's intentions in advance, "Chen Duxue" began to retreat without a trace.

- Even if this "Chen Duxue" is not pretended by the little brother, he must know the whereabouts of the stuffy oil bottle.

- This time we must not let him just leave!

With the "Zhang family", Wu Xie has no certainty, and can only hope that this "Chen Duxue" will not be as perverted as a stuffy oil bottle.

Wu Xie slowly inserted the "Black Gold Ancient Knife" back into his back and pulled out the big white dog leg on his waist.

This time Wu Xie came to save people, he never thought that he would be forced to do something with people, and he was also a member of the stuffy oil bottle, or even the stuffy oil bottle himself!

As long as this "Chen Duxue" is willing to speak, Wu Xie swears that he can give up his self-esteem and sell all kinds of ...... But the "watcher" in front of him looked like the sky was falling and he was unmoved. Wu Xie even bet that even if he committed suicide on the spot in front of him, this "watcher" would not blink an eye.

This "Zhang family" has no weaknesses.

His only taboo is: the ultimate.

A thought suddenly illuminated Wu Xie's entire train of thought: this "Chen Duxue" once said that as long as his actions did not affect the "ultimate", he would not make a move.

Conversely, what if your actions start to pose a threat to the "ultimate"?

Grasping this key point, a bold plan instantly formed in Wu Xie's mind.

Wu Xie began to retreat.

"Chen Duxue" obviously didn't understand what Wu Xie was doing, so he just waited and saw what happened.

Wu Xie retreated to the side of the cracked clay jar, and the "asphalt"-shaped black slime that flowed out of the jar had already spread over a large area on the ground at this time.

"I think I already know what this thing is."

Wu Xie said, bringing the lighter close to the black liquid on the ground.

Chen Duxue's eyes finally changed.

His voice gradually became cold: "Wu Xie, you are crazy. ”

Wu Xie hooked the corners of his mouth ruffianly and said, "I am a businessman below, and I always like to settle a small account in everything." ”

"It's better to be crazy than dead, and this algorithm seems to me to be a good deal at the moment."

Chen Duxue slowly shook her head and said, "Do you know what it means to do this?" ”

"What does that mean?"

Wu Xie sneered: "It means that to hell with you and your 'ultimate'!" ”

The right hand hidden in the sleeve of "Chen Duxue" moved slightly. Wu Xie's heart sank, and he didn't have to guess to know that there must be a steel dart hidden there.

- Damn, this kid is going to come to Zhenge'er!

- Master, I'm going to kill someone before I start setting fires?

"Actually—"

Swallowing his saliva, Wu Xie said: "I just hope that you can take me to meet your patriarch - Zhang Qiling......"

Before Wu Xie finished speaking, the wrist holding the lighter suddenly felt a sharp pain.

A black image swept by like a ghost, stepping on Wu Xie's shoulder and jumping to the top of the ruined giant vat. Under the surprised gaze of Wu Xie and "Chen Duxue", the half-burned "fox face" threw the lighter in his mouth into the black liquid at the bottom of the tank.

The picture seems to have turned into slow motion, Wu Xie watched everything happen, but he couldn't do anything.

As soon as the burning lighter touches the surface of the black liquid, the "asphalt"-like slime ignites instantly. This black liquid is extremely flammable, and in the blink of an eye, the entire area through which the liquid flows becomes a sea of fire.

This "asphalt" thing burns smokeless, odorless, and unusually long-lasting. Wu Xie knows that its main ingredient is "human oil".

There are many strange ways to use "human oil" in ancient books. But there's only one reason why this kind of thing is happening here.

And this is exactly the one that Wu Xie least wants to see at this moment.

The "fox face" perched high on the top of the clay jar and let out a series of high-pitched sinister laughter.

Across the fire, Wu Xie had no means to stop it, only had time to rescue himself who was soaked in "human oil" on his equipment bag and trouser legs.