In the period of time when he was imprisoned by the female teacher and could not see the light of day separated by a wall, Ji Ge lost a lot, but he did not gain nothing.

There are only flowers and red corpses beside him, and in the indescribable repetition, the passage of time day by day is Ji Ge's constant looking up at the sunlight through the window and silently calculating and analyzing it in his heart, like the annual rings carved on the door of the prematurely pale heart, the terrible loneliness that erodes into the bones that makes people crazy, does not make Ji Ge collapse and numb, but makes him almost instinctively sensitive to time.

Ji Ge deeply knows that no one in the castle will pity Hua Nu or the person whose name Ji Ge implies, so he can't pity himself. He harshly calculated his time, cultivated, tortured, and nurtured flowers.

The only thing he hasn't lost is his heart, a sober heart stimulated by deep hatred.

The flower room left a lot of Ji Ge's growth and miscellaneous, and it also stained him with a lot of breath, and beside his sober heart filled with hatred, there seemed to be a three-leaf flower blooming morning and night, constantly prospering and withering.

After following Ji Ge into the cave, Char also felt Ji Ge's sensitivity to time and could always give a positive answer, so he asked this question, perhaps just to break the unsettling silence.

In the cave, the sound of "dong dong" like a war drum disappeared for the time being, and only two voices of inaudible questions and answers echoed.

Ji Ge's breathing gradually became long and thin, and if he didn't look carefully, he thought that he was too tired to sleep, and indeed he hadn't closed his eyes to rest for so long, even in the invisible darkness, his eyes were a little sour.

"Hmm......" Char snorted, blinking his eyelids vigorously, he could see that Ji Ge's interest was not high, as he went deeper and deeper, the strange body was more and more obvious hot and cold, and the evil fire that came for no reason could not be extinguished, and the dryness was unbearable, and he had no intention of continuing to speak.

The two fell into a long silence again, and Zar suddenly felt that Ji Ge was a little strange, and when he squinted his eyes, the shadow under the outline of Ji Ge's side face had a stiff feeling, and the facial features carved by the knife were like trembling statues.

Ji Ge lowered his head, his eyes were cold, his lips were tightly pursed, and he couldn't see much blood on his face. For the first time, he felt a sense of despair, as if he had intertwined moments with the withered scar face in the swill bucket, and he began to wonder what the big men in the fort were thinking, and whether they were really going to die like this.

But this encounter is unprecedented, as if he has no hope at all, even a glimmer of hope that he can escape. He can't go up, if that evil mind is true, then the guide who guards above will probably not be stingy to kill him and Char personally, without a trace of suspense.

The only option is to blindly fall down, from life to death. The feeling of hot and cold confusion became more and more intense as the two of them continued to go deeper, and before they knew that something more terrible was waiting for them in the void under their feet, Ji Ge's nose seemed to be able to smell the fishy breath from the bloody mouth of some beast dormant in the hell he imagined.

I don't know if Ji Ge's fear has materialized under the demonic power here, or maybe it is really a dark creature entrenched underneath, and a strange smell began to fill the tunnel, which soon spread, filling the snort.

This is a scorching, rotten, seemingly bloody glow, indescribable, like a stone rust?

But one thing is more obvious, that is, it is getting hotter and hotter, and the water in the body seems to gradually start to dry out of the body.

In this unpredictable darkness, cranky thinking may be a kind of suicide in disguise.

Ji Ge's thought made the situation faced by the two even worse, but Ji Ge didn't forcibly control himself from thinking about it, his heart sank more and more, the expression on his face became more and more cold, and there was no temperature in his motionless eyes.

It wasn't Zar's delusion, but the muscles in his cheeks were really trembling, and there was fear of this desperate encounter, but more of it was anger, which burned more and more, and it was difficult to suppress, and his lips were pursed tighter.

Then since the ultimate goal is just to make them die in despair in such an unimaginable way of death, what they have done so much before, desperately, in exchange for an empty name?

Is the furnace just a lie, a big lie, or are they not lying, and the furnace is a place full of the dead? They go into this hole of death and become part of the furnace itself?

Angry, but powerless.

In his youth, Ji Ge believed in the cruelty of fate, and completely rejected the forgiveness that fate occasionally gave him.

Zar was a little nervous when he smelled the strange smell at first, his heart lifted up, panicked, and intuitively felt that all this should be related to Ji Ge, thinking that Ji Ge had fallen into a state of confusion again, and was about to wake him up.

But when he saw Ji Ge's face trembling because of fear and anger, it was not a pair of eyes that a fascinated person should have, the movements of his hand suddenly stopped, he sighed in his heart and slowly withdrew his hand, and his silver eyes were also a little unpredictable, and he also felt part of Ji Ge's emotions.

Since they are destined to die here, then go crazy with his thoughts.

The two of them didn't speak, and when the first glance was cast by Char, Ji Ge had already noticed that unlike the evil fire rising in his heart and the feeling of hot and cold confusion on his body, a cold breath came from Ji Ge's chest, which stabbed his gloomy eyes, and the corners of his mouth hooked up an arc that should not be exposed, and the two of them actually tacitly made a crazy move.

They both slowly left the cave wall behind them with their hands, and began to let gravity carry them down, and the speed of their slide increased sharply, leaving an afterimage almost where they had not stayed, and they fell in a straight line.

The stronger and stronger wind blew and hurt head-on, Rao is strong body tempered by black qi, and the flesh and blood behind Ji Gechar were already blurred, and the two blood lines rolled up a lot of smoke and dust and pierced into the solidified darkness.

They had given up controlling the speed of their descent and had followed the example of the recklessness of the first time that Zar had just come in, in order to make themselves fall as fast as possible, even if it might end up being shattered.

This kind of madness did not make everything below visible in a short period of time, and what made the two of them feel disappointed was that apart from their own situation becoming more and more difficult, it seemed that nothing had changed at all.

On the contrary, as expected, the situation is getting worse and worse, and the bold way that Char is afraid of makes the two of them not only have to bear the feeling of collapse with the addition of cold and heat, but also have to separate the black qi in their bodies to shelter and repair their injured bodies, otherwise the scars on their backs will already be visible in the violent friction.

The sound of the wind filled their ears, as if the muscles of their bodies were being pulled slightly, the skin surface was rippling, and the blood vessels on their arms bulged out like earthworms and were hideous purple-red, all wrapped in black gas, otherwise they would explode and burst.

Even without asking Ji Ge, Char knew that the night was almost over.

His free hands touched the small, bulging goosebumps on his arm, shivered violently, and shook his head very hard, trying to drive away the confusion and heat in his mind that did not match his body's reaction.

There were a lot of red marks on Zar's delicate and handsome face, and there were also on the exposed skin on his body, and there might be more under the cover of his clothes, and the corners of his eyes were also a few bruises, swollen very high, blue and red, and his silver hair was also blown messy, looking very embarrassed.

This is the wound they left behind each other when the two of them were obsessed with each other, each time it was heavier than the other, and it did not heal in a short time under the repair of the black qi, and there were even secret wounds in the body, which shows how terrible the evil fire that was born to confuse people's hearts.

Ji Ge didn't get much better, there was blood on his arms and left cheek, and his black hair was dried by the wind and the sweat crystals were formed into locks and stuck to his forehead, mixed with gray and white, and there was no expression on his face after that.

They were still sailing towards the dark nothingness waiting to be devoured. They have nowhere to run.