One at this time, in some unknown underground space.

"Someone!"

"Give me water!"

"Help!"

“****！”

No matter how he shouted, there was nothing in the cold and secluded space, and it seemed that his voice was not coming out at all.

In the dark, Chen Ting relied on the only light that passed through the gap, found the kettle, and poured two sips with his head up.

I don't know if the water in the kettle has been left too long or for some other reason, and it smells strong and rancid.

I felt better when I poured the last drop of rancid water into my mouth and threw the kettle away.

The rubber kettle slammed into the ground, making a dull, hollow "pop" sound that echoed through the small space.

Chen Ting didn't know how long he had been brought here, not as long as day and night.

One month? Two months? Or half a year?

Dead silence and emptiness tormented him all the time, and he even began to talk to himself in case he went crazy, and the person delivering the food through the little door could still nag there for an hour, even if he couldn't even put his hand in.

He deduced that it was supposed to be a cellar, and that it was close to some underground water source, and even the air smelled musty.

Nothing else.

What's the use of knowing, assigning mission troops, heh, there won't be anyone to rescue them at all.

It's hard to say what happened to the assigned troops that day, but the current situation doesn't look good.

Who are they?

What the hell are they going to do?

It's not easy to be scared, but it can make people's nerves tense and stay awake.

——This can be regarded as one of the reasons why Chen Ting has not gone crazy yet.

"Click!"

A dazzling light suddenly shot out from above his head, and Chen Ting, who had not seen the light of day for a long time, endured his dizziness, trying to see what was in that light.

"Hey, it's ugly to look ugly, but life is very hard."

"Look at his eyes, he should still be awake, you two, bring him up!"

"Betrayer, remember this day, it's your lucky day."

"This is the last one, if you break a hair of him, watch your skin!"

Long-lost voices, human conversations!

Chen Ting was just about to say something, when a slender but long hand was choked at his throat,

"Click."

His chin was removed, Chen Ting struggled desperately, and shouted indistinctly,

"Who are you and what are you going to do...... Oh! ”

Chen Ting watched the bloody tongue being thrown on the ground casually, covered with dust, and his heart did not fluctuate, but he felt that his life might have been cursed by something.

Kong has third-order strength, but he hasn't had time to enjoy any of the beauty of the Huahua world.

Lucky day?

What a lucky day like shit!

Subsequently, Chen Ting's mouth was stuffed into half a lump of sparsely chewed foul-smelling grass blades by a dark-skinned, bald-looking woman, and the blood from the wound quickly stopped, and the numbness was no longer painful.

The place where he was a huge cave, empty and quiet.

The ground was covered with a thin layer of mist, and under the mist, he could see square windows, exactly like the cave he lived in.

"Take him to wash it up, move faster!"

Chen Ting was dragged by two extremely strong dark-skinned women to a smaller cave, with a light yellow boiling spring in the middle, and the smell of sulfur was extremely strong.

His third-order strength had no capital to resist at all, and he was rubbed around like a sponge under the hands of two dark-skinned tall women, and the boiling hot water made him howl miserably, but he couldn't say anything meaningful, after all, his tongue had been cut off.

The woman standing at the mouth of the cave with her back to him screamed,

"What the hell is called, call it again, take off your vocal cords!"

Chen Ting immediately shut up, gritted his teeth and resisted without saying a word.

At this time, Chen Ting was still thinking about when Lao Tzu would be able to enjoy the treatment of two powerful women who were at least third-order strength in the bath.

Hehe, ugly is ugly.

Feeling that the skin was rubbed off in two layers, Chen Ting was put on a suit of clothes, his limbs were tied, his eyes were covered with a black cloth, and he was thrown on some kind of transportation.

This lie is three days.

Chen Ting is an evolutionary, and if he doesn't eat water and rice for three days, he can almost take half his life.

"Get up!"

Chen Ting had fallen into a semi-comatose state due to hunger, and seemed to have come to a forest in a daze.

- Well, because Chen Ting's eyes are full of bewitching green, which is so green that it makes his scalp tingle.

"Betrayer, you, from Mingguang?"

The voice of a high, mature woman, Chen Ting could feel the softness and soul-eroding of that voice.

"Hehe..."

Chen Ting laughed, he didn't even know why he was laughing, hunger had already made his nerves start to rebel.

There is meat, rice, wine and vegetables in my head, but there is no logic that can be connected.

"Smack!"

He was immediately whipped in the back, giving him a moment of soberness.

"Traitor, raise your head!"

Chen Ting raised his head like a walking corpse, the dry knotted tendons and pale jaw gums behind his side face.

"Hey, what a strong, ugly man."

"Do all the men out there look like this?"

"Hey, looking at him, he looks like a monkey who hasn't fully evolved."

The empty hall was full of such whispers, and Chen Ting couldn't help but be furious,

"Uh, yes, hey, hey, hey."

It's over, I don't have a tongue, and I don't even have the ability to scold the street.

Anger combined with hunger, Chen Ting's blood surged, and he fell.

"What's going on?"

"My lord, he... I'm faint from hunger..."

"Bastard! The elders only come out once in a few years, and only for a moment...... Wake him up! ”

"Not necessarily."

A thin, withered vine-like, cold and slippery hand covered Chen Ting's face.

Even in a coma, Chen Ting couldn't help but shudder.

It was as if the cold and slippery tentacles were directly caressing his brain, and some broken memory images emerged.

"Mingguang..."

"Let people... Longing... Really... world..."

"Lin's small... Beautiful jade... Bafang Building Nine Diet Palace... What an interesting memory... Bloody corpses... Tut... Hehehe..."

"Honorable Sage, Yeluan her..."

"It's okay, I can feel the fire of her life... The more it burns... Just wait... Fog Nightmare is more... I can..."

The old man's hoarse voice was intermittent, as if the cracking sound of metal scraping echoed in Chen Ting's head, making him feel painful.

"You... Be... Who! ”

Chen Ting yelled at the voice.

An incomparable light bloomed in his mind, almost scorching and vaporizing his soul.

"Very exciting spiritual power, betrayer, maybe you can surprise me more."

Chen Ting seemed to see a huge, rotten arm made of blood and fire grabbing at him, and immediately lost consciousness completely.