"Smack, smack, smack..."

This is the evening of the third day that Elivan has been in cell No. 13 of the third district of the black prison, the sound of the jailers patrolling gradually fades away, Elivan, who is sitting on the ground with his eyes closed and feeling the elements, breaks open his eyes, and then looks at the large cell on the left, and sure enough, the group of strong men are still energetically playing with a kind of "Tassiak" The rules of the card game are very similar to the so-and-so killings that were all the rage in the previous life, and after they had been gesticulating to Eleven's lewd posture and not getting a response a few days ago, this group of guys gave up harassing Eleven. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

But just because they gave up didn't mean that Eliven had given up, and after confirming that the jailer had left, Eliven stood up, first strode back and forth, twisted his waist, moved his body joints, which had become a little stiff from sitting for a long time, and wiped it on the donkey's camel bell, a gold-inlaid "golden age" The special version fell into his hand, he put the cigarette that smelled of sandalwood in his mouth, this time he didn't hide his actions anymore, he reached out generously and snapped his fingers, and a touch of flame appeared on the tips of his fingers, and the next moment a stronger aroma burst in Elivan's taste buds, making him a little fluttery, but he obviously didn't forget his business, his left hand was wiped on his waist, and a silver-white pistol filled with metal cartridges fell into his hand.

"Hey... Handsome is handsome enough, but unfortunately there are only six bullets, and it can only be used to commit suicide at the critical moment. ”

Elivan laughed at himself while laughing at himself, his other hand recklessly gathered a large number of magic elements, his fingers trembled slightly, and even brought out a small whirring wind in the air, the precise spell model was sketched almost instantly, he grew a breath of smoke, squinted his eyes, raised his left hand, and with a movement of his heart, the gathered magic elements instantly flamed, and the huge fireball passed through the air and exploded on the thick railing made of black iron, and the magic flames with a temperature of thousands of degrees easily made a big hole in the railing, and at the same time brought up a large amount of smoke, which looked the same as the scene of the attack。

Such a big move must have attracted the attention of all the inmates in the third ward, all of them stood in front of the railing with curiosity or fear on their faces, looking at the rising smoke, the others were curious, while the sturdy guys of cell 12 were terrified, they witnessed how Elivan had changed from a disguised sheep to an abyssal beast in an instant, and remembering the previous actions of several of them, a terrible emotion called fear almost immediately broke through their hearts.

"It's playtime, friends!"

A slightly harsh voice came from the smoke, and in everyone's attention, Eleven, wearing a silver smile mask, strode out of the smoke, then bowed politely in all directions, and in a moment of straightening up, the muzzle of the pistol in his left hand was aimed at the panicked men, snapping.

After six gunshots, the timid ones collapsed to the ground almost immediately, and those who were usually known for their boldness couldn't help but take a step back, and in an instant, six living lives were sacrificed to the Grim Reaper, just because of the previous faux pas?

It's just a demonstration!

A middle-aged man curled up on the bed, also living in a single room, watched this scene indifferently, but when he saw the ring that jumped out of the neckline when Elivan turned around, there was a eagerness hidden behind the indifference in his eyes, which made him can't help but sit up from the bed, lean his back against the wall, and watch things continue to develop.

The entire Third District was silent, and everyone waited, waiting for the man of sufficient weight to speak.

"Boy, it's a little too much, isn't it?"

A few minutes later, the people of cell 17 silently moved out of the way, and a thin old man walked to the railing, his eyes full of sadness and joy, only an anger that had invaded the territory.

"Anyway, no, no, it's just a pre-game game, oh, yes, my name is Old Cai, old man, what about you, what's your name? Can you represent the whole Third District, these poor mouse-like mouses?"

As soon as Elivan's words fell, two strong men slapped the railing frantically, their faces full of anger,

"Boy, keep your mouth clean, you can kill us, but you can't insult Daddy Home!"

"Oh?"

Elevenn looked at the two strong men who looked like their biological father was humiliated in surprise, then looked back at Old Holm, and then raised the reloaded pistol,

"Then as you wish!"

"Wait!"

Just before the trigger was pulled, Old Holm finally spoke, and this voice seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and the weakness of the old man appeared on his tense face, and his tone was gloomy, full of a sense of powerlessness against reality,

"People like you shouldn't be locked up in the first layer, the second layer and even the third layer in the legend is where you deserve, but anyway, things have happened, and we ordinary people can only choose to bear it, but this gentleman, this inheritance also has a bottom line, at most it is only one life, after living here for so long, our lives have long been worthless!"

The old man's voice was lowered, but every prisoner who heard his words was like being stimulated, and they did not choose to fight, but the old man's words made everyone stand on his opposite side, and this kind of ability Eleven asked himself if he had it.

"Cut, boring old man. ”

Elevenn pursed his lips, but still put the pistol back into his belt, he walked up to Old Holm and asked him a question in a low voice, Old Holm shook his head silently, but then said something, Elevenn nodded with satisfaction after hearing it, before leaving, he seemed to remember something, and whispered a few more words to Old Home, but it was these words that made Old Home, who had always been as steady as a mountain, almost jumped up in surprise, grabbed Eleven's hand directly, and asked again and again.

And Elevenn unceremoniously knocked off his thin hands, said a few words in a reprimanding manner, and then turned around and walked towards the passage of the third district, the middle-aged man who was leaning against the wall looked at Eleven's back with some confusion, and then looked at old Holm who was convulsive, shook his head, and lay back on the bed.

"Billy, Gates, you two go and tell all of us to take out all the "gadgets", don't hide them, remember, have a good night's rest tonight, tomorrow morning at 7 o'clock!

Old Holm finally came to his senses after a few minutes, his old eyes flashed with a hint of resentment that made everyone around him shudder, while assigning tasks to several young people across the aisle through the railing, he pulled out a sharp piece of iron that had been wound several times with a layer of cloth from the mezzanine of his bedside, and he looked at a few people around him suspiciously, and his voice was cold like never before,

"How many of you heard that old vegetable just now, right? Let's be honest, why don't you do it?"

Several people looked at the blade in the old man's hand, and swallowed their saliva, don't look at Old Holm now looking like he is falling in the wind, but in fact, this old man is not a simple human blood, at least the respective bosses of these young people know that in Old Holm's race, he is at most a middle-aged man, and he is still far from old death, these young people also know that as long as they don't answer well, Old Holm can kill them all like chickens, so several people nodded one after another, like chickens pecking rice.

"Hmph,! You can be a bird, go, contact your boss as fast as possible, this time, my old Holm is going to make this black prison a mess for him!"

The young men scattered, and Old Holm sat back on his bed, pondering where the young man had come from, and then whether it was worth the adventure of a stranger, but at last he seemed to remember the five-yearly "Slaughter Day" that was approaching , He was lucky to have escaped three slaughter days, but he didn't have the confidence to dodge this time again, presumably the same with several other bigwigs, that is to say, this young man who suddenly appeared here is probably their only hope, so in the end he gritted his teeth, lay on the bed, and soon fell into a dream.

On this night, beneath the seemingly calm surface of the Black Prison, a huge whirlpool had risen up, just waiting for the storm to come, and it would be able to stir up the calm waves into a wreckage in one fell swoop.

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"Da~Da~Da~"

In the dark hallway without a trace of light, Elivan held a gun in one hand, and the other hand was flat in front of his body, a constantly writhing magical flame was burning in the palm of his hand, and the flamed magic elements did not carry a trace of pyrotechnic gas, and this long period of elemental awakening also helped Elivan himself to understand the magic model and elemental casting.

There was a voice behind him, it was the donkey that had been following him, this guy was also a strange thing, although he usually likes to scare children, but when he is really scared, he will follow Elevenn firmly, and even take the initiative to help the young man keep guard.

However, when the light came on, a series of blood-colored footprints left behind Elivan and the donkey made people shudder, and looking along the footprints, it was the location of the second district adjacent to the third district prison, the second district, which was noisy all the time, had become dead silent, except for a few lucky ones who had escaped the catastrophe and were huddled in the corner shivering, the other guys had already fallen in a pool of blood, some only had an extra hole in their bodies, which could leave a whole corpse, and some were more miserable, and the places that could be burned all over the body had been burned, leaving only a human-shaped imprint and a pile of gray bone meal on the ground。

In this regard, Elivan's expression was very helpless, God was pitiful, he really just planned to ask for directions, but it happened that the second district was imprisoned by some butchers who killed people without blinking, and the temper of this kind of iron-blooded man must not be any better, so a "small" conflict broke out, and it happened too suddenly, just when everyone else was laughing and watching the excitement, a gunshot rang out, and the first dead person fell, then the second, and the third...

In fact, sometimes, Elivin himself thinks about why he, a young man who is only a teenager, is so terrible in his murderous nature? Since when did he squat in front of him, even if more than 100 living people died in front of him, he felt so unwavering, watching them fall helplessly in a pool of blood, looking at those wailing and hateful-looking guys, he would squat in front of him to make up for the shot? Has his conscience been fed to the dogs?

Or is his heart already cold?

Yes, Elivan would also nod his head in agreement, his heart had long since cooled on the night that Sass and Human died in front of him.

So when he tilted his head, stepped on the chest of the last victim with one foot, and condescendingly asked the coward who had been huddled in the corner with his head in his arms, the fellow who had seen blood was so trembling that he couldn't even say a whole sentence.

"Cut, waste!"

Recalling what happened just now, Elevenn pursed his lips disdainfully, and even the donkey behind him barked in a low voice, as if echoing Eleven's words, not far ahead, the destination of a man and a donkey was already close in front of him, the first floor of the Black Prison, the first district, where Pars was located.

As mentioned above, the first floor of the black prison is a place where ordinary prisoners are held, although it is based on the law of the jungle as the iron law, but at least the first layer will not lose their lives casually, about this, the prisoners who are imprisoned in the first area of the first layer are deeply touched, because the place where they are located is near the entrance of the second floor, and almost every half a month, you can hear the terrifying wails of hell coming from the second layer, some of them are lucky enough to enter the second layer as temporary workers, but most of them stay there forever, so even for these vicious ordinary people, The second layer used to imprison the capable is also the most feared place, not to mention that there is a mysterious third layer in the depths of the second layer in the legend, but that is just a legend for the current Eleven.

At this moment, in the cell closest to the entrance of the ground floor in the first district, Pars, who was wrapped in several layers of dirty quilts, was sitting upright on the bed shivering and shivering, although it was already the night of the black prison, but in fact the temperature was not low, most of the prisoners were just wearing a close-fitting short sleeve enough to survive the night, but Pars's situation was obviously wrong, his short blond hair was now full of crystal ice slag, and gray-white frost shells had appeared on his face and neck, and the whole person looked as if he had just returned from a place where the cold was dozens of degrees。

Several other inmates in the same cell looked at him with trepidation, or rather, at the visible white mist that was constantly wandering around him, and if he was accidentally swept into the seemingly thin mist, the popsicle that was already lying on the ground, seeing that it was not breathing, would end up alive.

"I... I'm a... I'm a... How... What's wrong?"

Pars spoke intermittently, and the other people didn't mean to reply at all, they looked at each other vigilantly, thinking in their hearts that if the white mist chased after them, they would throw this guy next to them and run away by themselves.

But they didn't notice that a little chaos had taken place in the first area behind them, small voices coming from the darkness behind them, what seemed to be howling, what seemed to be begging for mercy, etc., and there was a strange smell, so fishy, so exciting.

That is, the smell of blood.