Z's return finally woke up Lin Ze, at this moment he knew very well what he was going to do, in fact, all along, his original intention was actually very simple, that is, to live. For the current Lin Ze, the first thing to escape first, to live, and to carry out the mission of the savior is a later story, if there is a life, he will do it, and if he has no life, he has no qualifications and opportunities to say more.

With a clear purpose, Lin Ze put aside the wine bottle in the stone plate and swept away the dishes, thinking in his heart that this cell boss had finally done a human thing, and the taste of the dishes was really good, but he also knew very well that this was his own severed head meal, and whether he could survive smoothly depended on whether the next step of the plan was successful.

After swallowing the last bite of the meal, Lin Ze found that Chen Ren was already standing by the door of the red iron prison, staring at him with a mockery in his eyes, which made Lin Ze's heart tense, so he picked up the wine bottle and swallowed a sip of wine.

"What's the matter? Can my dungeon's wine and food still enter the Chrysostom of the prince of a country?"

The sarcasm between his lips and teeth did not interfere with Lin Ze's emotions, but he smiled helplessly in response, and reached out to open the box.

The crate contained just enough materials to make twenty stray fire projectiles. The process of making a stray fire projectile is not complicated, the main thing is to mix several ready-made materials according to a certain proportion, and then stuff them into the iron pellet, leaving a lead to be considered a complete success. The installation of this lead is the last production step that Lin Ze said, as for whether to tell Chen Ren about this final step, he probably has no such intention in his heart.

Chen Ren was very meticulous, he didn't want this prince of the dead country to have any chance to hide weapons, so he only provided twenty iron pills. However, the materials that really contributed to the explosion can make a big fuss. Chen Ren thought that without the extra iron balls, Lin Ze would not be able to make the private fire projectile, but he never thought that Lin Ze was not ready to take the projectile out at all, and that bottle of wine was Lin Ze's magic weapon.

Lin Ze waved at Chen Ren and motioned him to enter the prison to carefully watch the production steps of the Drift Fire Projectile, who knew that this cell leader, who was so crazy that he seemed to be not afraid of everything on weekdays, refused to go in, and only observed outside the prison door. After all, he didn't know anything about the production and use of the stray fire projectile, and in case the prince of the dead country tried to break the net with him, at least there was this red iron prison door as the last protection.

The more rampant his mouth was, the more fragile his heart became, and Lin Ze couldn't help but secretly laugh at this.

Lin Ze deliberately deployed the materials at a very fast speed, so that Chen Ren outside the prison door could not see the process clearly.

In just a minute, he made a stray fire projectile and handed it to the ignorant Tatsushinobi from the wide opening under the door of the red iron prison. Tatsunobu took the projectile in his hand and played with it back and forth, put it in front of him and looked at it carefully for a moment, and stretched out his nose to smell it, and couldn't help frowning twice.

"Is it this little thing that took the lives of nearly a thousand of my Jianwei army?"

"Yes, it's this little thing. ”

Although Tatsunobu didn't personally participate in the war that destroyed the entire negative village, he had heard a thing or two about the power of this projectile from the mouths of other Jairian sergeants, especially since he had witnessed the effect of the projectile blowing up the stone wall with his own eyes. If you can monopolize the production method of the flowing fire projectile, it will be a matter of time before you return to the army, and no matter how brave the ruler who is in the position of the head of the general, a big knife can't carry this little thing that hides everything.

Thinking of this, Tatsu couldn't help but smile lightly. And Lin Ze's heart also flowed with mysterious laughter.

Suddenly, a jailer came running quickly, with a look of anxiety on his face:

"Tatsunobi-sama, that old man is about to breathe!"

"What? Wasn't he okay yesterday? Hurry up and feed the elixir! I can't let him die here!"

Before the words fell, Chen Ren didn't even have the strength to threaten and tell Lin Ze, so he hurriedly left with the jailer.

Oh, is there a more important life in this dungeon than the prince of the dead country? Can the greedy and cautious cell head drop the materials of twenty stray fire projectiles in an instant and run to investigate? It seems that the person who seems to be about to run out of breath must be extremely important to the silver mastiff of the prince of Jianxi, and I don't know what kind of sacred it is, and what kind of powerful secret method it has.

Faced with a whole box of dangerous materials, Lin Ze couldn't think much about the mysterious prisoner who inadvertently helped him.

Finally, the opportunity came.

Lin Ze quickly took off his cloth coat, grabbed the wine bottle and poured all the wine inside on the cloth, and after soaking it, he laboriously tore off a strip of cloth from the cloth hanging, and stuffed it into the bottle along the mouth of the wine bottle, leaving a large section of the cloth strip outside. After making this preparation, he grabbed the saltpeter powder from the material, carefully packed it into the bottle, which was almost full, plugged the mouth of the bottle with the strip of cloth left on the outside of the bottle, and then hung it around his waist before it was properly served.

With a deep breath, Lin Ze finally relaxed a little, but there was still no room for error in the next link. Faced with a whole box of projectile materials, a determined killing intent rekindled in his eyes.

After about an hour, the scattered materials in the box turned into twenty solid stray fire projectiles, but none of them had leads. Lin Ze stacked the projectiles on the wine-soaked cloth clothes, stood up with satisfaction, patted the residue on his hands and body, and showed a smile. The bare iron balls in front of him seemed to others to be meaningless half-finished weapons, but in his opinion, they were enough weapons to make this dungeon jump and dogs jump. If you're lucky, you can take away a few Jaircane dogs!

Everything was ready, Lin Ze walked to the cell door and shouted:

"Someone! Someone, come here, tell your cell boss to come to me!"

The dungeon jailer who heard the shouting lifted the wine on the table and walked over impatiently, but when he saw Lin Ze holding a projectile in his hand and shaking it, the jailer was so frightened that he took two steps back, and suddenly remembered that the cell head had confiscated the prisoner's fire, and even if there was a projectile in his hand, he should not be able to do anything, so he was relieved.

"Wait, he's busy!"

"You can't afford to miss a big thing!"

Lin Ze was very inward-looking, but he couldn't impress the already drunk jailer in front of him at all. The jailer drank his wine to himself, very leisurely, and squinted at the prince of the dead country in front of him.

"What can't afford to bear, there is no Lao Tzu to receive merit and reward!"

As he spoke, the jailer staggered and prepared to leave, but when he turned around, he saw Tatsushinobi standing behind him, still with a wild smile on his face, but there was a hint of treachery in his smile.

"What can you afford?"

Tatsu Shinobu asked a rhetorical question, so frightened that the jailer instantly fell to his knees, almost putting his face on the ground, and kept begging for mercy.

It is said that although Chen Ren has not been on the battlefield for many years, he still implements army-style management of one acre and three points of land under his jurisdiction, which is definitely not a good stubble, and the perennial squeezing of blood makes this depressed warrior extremely bloodthirsty.

I saw Chen Ren stretching out his nose, feeling the aroma of wine in the air, and suddenly turned to Lin Ze and glanced at the wine bottle he hung on his waist.

"How good is my wine in this dungeon?"

"It's very good, you don't mind if I take it on the road to drink, right?"

"Haha! It's easy to say! You! Don't go and have a toast!"

Chen Ren kicked the jailer hard, and the jailer crawled to the door of the cell as if he had lost his soul, raised the wine bottle in his hand, and didn't know where to touch it, so he simply poured it directly into his mouth.

Now Lin Zeke is in trouble, his wine bottle is full of saltpeter powder, if he takes it out, he will definitely be caught by Chen Ren, and if he wants to run, he will have no chance.

Lin Ze smirked as he slowly took off the wine bottle on his waist, thinking about all kinds of possibilities to get out.

However, a dramatic scene happened in front of Lin Ze, just as he was about to pull out the strip of cloth stuffed on the mouth of the bottle, suddenly, a hot blood sprayed on his face, making Lin Ze stunned in place. I saw that the jailer opposite him was still standing on the ground, but his head had flown away from nowhere, and the slashed neck kept spurting red blood upwards. Then, the headless corpse collapsed in front of the cell door, and behind him was the slashing stance, still smiling.

Tatsunobu stretched out his knife and wiped the blood on the jailer's corpse, raising his head to look at Lin Ze, a pair of eagle-like eyes as if they were about to penetrate his body.

"This waste is so ignorant of the rules, how can you drink it yourself without saying a word to a toast? ”

Lin Ze swallowed the saliva stuck in his throat with difficulty, and while retracting the wine bottle to his waist, he met Chen Ren's gaze.

"The things I promised you are ready, I can go. ”

"Hahaha!

Tatsu Shinobu laughed and glanced at the neatly stacked projectiles, then at Lin Ze, and then took out the key in his arms, and finally opened the red iron prison door.

The door of this cell was "squeaked" for a long time before it opened under the strong pull of Chen Shinobi, Lin Ze couldn't help but be glad that he didn't try to break the door with the stray fire projectile that blew up the wall, this dungeon is just as his master said, there is no need to worry about anyone breaking the prison to enter and exit.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, Chen Ren made a "please" action at Lin Ze, having seen the bloody beheading in the back just now, where did Lin Ze dare to walk in front of this executioner who loved to send knives behind him, not to mention that he still had important planning steps to complete.

"You'd better take a projectile with you, and when you're out of prison, I'll show you the final steps. ”

As he spoke, Lin Ze reached out and picked up a flowing fire projectile, but before he could hold it steadily, he was snatched by the fast-handed Chen Ren.

"How can you bother a distinguished guest to hold such a heavy thing, please. ”

Lin Ze smiled, knowing that Chen was guarding against himself, he glanced at the corpse of the jailer who was still bleeding by the cell door, and he replied with a "please" while rubbing the blood on his face with his sleeve. Seeing this, Chen Ren laughed again, the laughter seemed to be mocking this deceased prince as cowardly as a mouse, but he was also the king of the dead country, but he didn't care what others thought of him now, and saving his life was the most important thing.

Lin Ze's hand never left the wine bottle on his waist, and cautiously followed behind Chen Ren, and the two walked silently along the corridor all the way, while behind Lin Ze, there was a long hidden clue of saltpeter powder.

The layout of the Jairsa dungeon is unconventional, the cells are all arranged in the same row, the cells are all facing bald walls with torches, and the stone wall between the cells is about half a meter thick, but there are not many prisoners inside. Lin Ze thought carefully in his heart, but too much silence would always cause him uneasy, so he spoke tentatively first:

"It's quiet in this dungeon. ”

"Haha! Useless people, just kill them directly, and you don't need to occupy a prison cell. ”

The sound of complacent laughter echoed through the empty dungeon corridors, adding to the murderous atmosphere. Lin Ze only felt shuddering, and a palpitation disrupted his otherwise steady breathing. Chen Ren means that the people imprisoned in this dungeon are still useful people, and if Lin Ze hadn't been able to make a flowing fire projectile, I'm afraid he would have been in a different place.

But now, Lin Ze is only one step away from becoming a useless person, and after he tells Chen Ren the assembly method of the Flowing Fire Projectile, he believes that it will not be Yangguan Avenue that will greet him, but a knife in the back.

"What are your plans after you get out of prison?"

Chen Ren asked, but Lin Ze was already prepared in his heart, he thought that it would be the silver mastiff of the prince of Jianwei to ask, and there was really a sense of déjà vu that King Sima Wen asked Liu Chan "is he thinking about Shu".

"Choose a small village, build a house, leave a thin life, and spend the rest of your life hidden. ”

"Hahaha! What a life! You were also the prince of a country, and you are so cowardly, you have no heart to fight for hegemony in the Nine Kingdoms, and the country of the negative is really justified!"

Now, Lin Ze can really see the madness of this Chen Ren, if it is said that the dead warlock Liang You Cocoon is crazy because of his talent, and the bad guy is also the twelfth on the last famous list, and the cell leader in front of him is definitely an inexplicable maniac, but it is because of the powerful military power of Jianwei that he does not take other countries seriously.

The heart of the Nine Kingdoms, for a person whose life is difficult to protect at any time, how can he have a superfluous mood to think about those kings who want to dominate the industry, that is, those who are not high or low, the fox in front of the tiger loves the fox and the fake tiger, and has nothing to do to do some dreams of dominating the world.

When Lin Ze was still a gangster in modern times, he often had this kind of spring and autumn dream, flipping through books in Lao Li's bookstore during the day to find jokes, and when he went home at night, he began to close his eyes and dream about the role brought in. At that time, time didn't feel like time, and there was no obvious difference between a day and a year. Unlike now, where every day is "colorful", if you close your eyes today, you don't know if you can open them tomorrow.

After walking for an uncertain amount of time, Lin Ze finally felt the invasion of the daylight, and this light did not mean freedom, but symbolized that death was approaching. Lin Ze followed Chen Ren out of the dungeon, a trace of fresh air entered his lungs along his nose, and the dazzling sunlight shone into his eyes, this feeling Lin Ze was extremely familiar, but this time, he didn't dare to stretch out his hand to cover his eyes, instead, he had to keep his eyes open even more to pay attention to every moment of killing intent that might happen suddenly.

Chen Ren stopped, unhurriedly turned his head to look at Lin Ze, and the undisguised sneer crawled all over his face again, making Lin Ze instantly feel that there was still a cold in the sunshine, and he couldn't help touching the wine bottle on his waist, and it seemed that there was less than half a bottle of saltpeter powder left.

"Haha, I said I would get you out of the dungeon alive! Now you can tell me the last step in making the projectile, right?"

"That's how it should be, I don't know if I have a fire fold with me?"

Chen Ren held the projectile in one hand, took out a fire fold from his waist in the other, and raised his eyes to look at Lin Ze, as if he was very hesitant. Lin Ze knew very well what the cell leader was thinking about, so he bent over and randomly picked up a stone about the size of a projectile from the ground, and said lightly:

"This stone is like a projectile, I'm just making a show, the real projectile is in your hand, are you afraid that this stone will explode?"

Chen Ren snorted disdainfully, everyone knew what would happen to the stone when it met fire, so he threw the fire fold to Lin Ze.

Tinder is in hand!

The projectile didn't explode, and Lin Ze's heart was about to explode. However, the lessons of repeated painful failures have trained his resilience, and in the face of the imminent freedom, he ridiculed unhurriedly:

"I happened to hear you talking to your subordinates before, I don't know what strange people and talents who must not die are imprisoned in this dungeon?"

"Naturally, he is the person that His Royal Highness the Silver Mastiff values very much...... What does this have to do with you, quickly demonstrate the method of projectiles!"

Lin Zefeng smiled lightly and blew the flame in the fire fold.

"Be careful, after all, there are still projectiles in this dungeon. ”

"What do you mean?

"I naturally mean the demonstration, the final step of this stray fire projectile is actually very simple, which is to ignite. Ignition requires a lead, and the lead, most of the time, is a twine, but in special cases, it can also be ignited without twine, such as ......"

As soon as he spoke, Lin Ze let go, and the fire that lit the fire fell to the ground, just igniting the saltpeter powder that had been stretched from the cell to the outside.

"Hiss ......"

I saw a little bit of fire instantly spread along a thin line to the interior of the dungeon, and at the end of the line of fire was a whole box of stray fire projectiles ready to explode!

"You!"

Chen Ren raised his hand and slapped Lin Ze hard, Lin Ze's whole body was like a kite with a broken string, flying upside down, hitting the trunk of the tree hard, his mouth was sweet, and then a mouthful of blood spurted out.

The extremely angry Chen Ren was about to step forward, but Lin Ze raised his hand and pointed to the line of fire that had already burned into the depths of the dungeon, and let out a sly smile that his plan had succeeded. Tatsunobu didn't care about cleaning up the outlaw in front of him, who had been beaten to death, turned around and ran towards the dungeon, shouting orders for the jailer to extinguish the fire line as he ran. However, it was too late, and the line of fire had already burned into the cell where the projectiles were piled up, and the cloth clothes soaked in wine under the projectiles were ignited in an instant......

"Boom!"

The explosion shook the entire dungeon, and the steaming flames and ferocious air currents immediately pierced through the dungeon corridors, knocking out the jailers who were rushing to stop this, including Tatsushinobi. The dust in the sky couldn't stop the rolling flames, and the bloodied Tatsushinobu lay on the ground, one hand covering his eyes and wailing in pain, and the rolling flames were sweeping towards him.

Tatsu Shinobi's angry roar could no longer reach Lin Ze's ears.

At this time, Lin Ze was struggling to pull out the thorns, endured the pain all over his body, and went straight to Wumiao Mountain, not far to the west of the dungeon.

Birth, right at his feet, right in front of his eyes!

The trees and grasses of Wumiao Mountain are very luxuriant, the mountain peaks are towering into the clouds, the mist lingers between the mountain streams, and the height and distance look like a hidden fairyland, and it is like the smoke of the world. Although it is not as dangerous as the Leyan Mountain Range between the Prison Cow and Jairus, it can be regarded as a rolling wonder.

Without looking back, Lin Ze rushed into this road of freedom that he didn't know where it leads, but it was full of life.

I don't know how long I ran, the little things I had eaten before had already been exhausted by my stomach, and Lin Ze, who was physically exhausted, was weak under his feet, and instantly collapsed to the ground, panting heavily. At this time, he realized that the mountain was really too quiet, and the birds and insects did not hear a sound, and it was frighteningly quiet. But this also brought Lin Ze a little relief, at least it proved that there were no pursuers behind him, and he was safe now.

After resting for a while, Lin Ze reluctantly got up from the ground and hobbled around looking for something to eat.

The sound of water, the looming sound of water.

This faintly recognizable sound of flowing water brought some motivation to the thirsty and hungry Lin Ze, and he almost chased the sound of water all the way by running. Stepping over a bush, a small stream that was not deep appeared in front of him, and Lin Ze plunged headlong into the water, swallowing it regardless of it. The flowing water entered Lin Ze's mouth, making him feel that the taste of water was sweet for the first time, and he couldn't help but drink it happily. Suddenly, a school of fish swam past Lin Ze, which was a great surprise.

A small wisp of cooking smoke rises, and above the fire is fish pierced by wooden sticks, and the faint smell of grilled fish emanates. Lin Ze was chewing on a grilled fish, carefully calculating what to do next.

“Z？！”

There was no response to a shout, but this was also expected, the god from the future had already said that he could only contact him in a prison where the pressure of time and space was weak.

It's unreliable!

Lin Ze complained lightly in his heart. Over the past few days, he has gradually realized that there may be a long way to go, but he may only be able to rely on himself.

With the replenishment of food and water, Lin Ze felt that the qi and blood in his whole body were gradually recovering, and the state of the whole person was better. He was a little tired from the long hours of mental tension and the round-the-clock travel, and his body was comfortably leaning against the edge of the rock, and his eyelids were involuntarily closed.

"Pop ......"

A drop of water hit Lin Ze's head.

It's raining?

The groggy Lin Ze opened his eyes, but what appeared in front of him was a bloody mouth full of sharp fangs, spewing a pungent stench, and dripping thick saliva. Lin Ze was so frightened that he screamed, and rolled out, this scene was terrifying, and he couldn't even stand up in a panic.

The big mouth of the blood basin just now belonged to a demon beast-Fire Lion Tiger, the Fire Lion Tiger face was a tiger face, but it had lion-like hair, and the whole body was fiery red. When this monster beast runs at full speed, its hair is like a burning fire, so it is called the Fire Lion Tiger. Although the Fire Lion Tiger is not a high-end demon beast, and it doesn't even have any mana except for the power of the brute beast, but just that brute force and copper head and iron bones are completely impossible for Lin Ze to deal with at present.

The nervous Lin Ze lowered his body and gradually stepped back, trying to stay away from the range of the Fire Lion Tiger's attack without attracting its attention. But this hungry demon beast had no intention of letting the food run away, his eyes widened, and his hind legs kicked, and he swooped towards Lin Ze with lightning speed, and his huge body was about to swallow him in a blink of an eye with the sound of the wind.

At this moment, a totem-carved wind spear pierced through the tightly gathered air and roared, and actually pierced straight into the head of the demon beast in the air. The huge body of the Fire Lion Tiger fell heavily at Lin Ze's feet, and a pair of fiery red eyes and a head of fur like fire instantly dimmed.

When Lin Ze recovered from his fright, he noticed the totem engraved on the spear.

Oops! It's a jerkyus totem again!

Before Lin Ze could react, a man wearing a gold silk and red striped power suit walked out of the forest. Tall and sturdy physique is the standard for the brave and warlike Jairs, with long black and red hair hanging down a few fine braids, towering cheekbones and a thick nose bridge like a knife carved in stone, and a pair of angry eyes full of anger under the thick eyebrows, exuding menacing brute intent.

The person who came was none other than him, his name Lin Ze had heard more than ten times, it was the prince of Jianxi, the silver mastiff!