And not long ago, it seemed that just after Ji Ge and Char had just left and entered the tree hole, the guide squinted slightly, looking at the teenagers who had committed themselves to the cave one after another after a brief hesitation and silence at the beginning of the two, and inadvertently revealed the tiredness that seemed to be the common feeling of old people.

The dawn is about to appear, and under the last black curtain, the castle is silent, and its dark face is silent and indifferent looking at the deep hole that no amount of young life can fill.

The guide didn't seem to like the first rays of light that broke through the clouds, and when he raised his head, he fell under the slightly squinted eyes, the soft eyebrows under the hood of the big man were stretched, and the facial features seemed to be completely relaxed, and the morning light illuminated the tiny spots in the folds of his face that were originally invisible, and the whole person's old state was undoubtedly exposed under the nascent bright yellow sunrise.

He closed his eyes, took a big breath and still had a trace of cold residual night air, and soon opened them, and looked back at the teenagers whose faces had not faded from nervousness.

The teenagers who were still on the ground seemed to sense some kind of change in the guide, and their breath was a little incomprehensible, and they couldn't say anything.

The guide took in the look hidden in the young eyes, silently counted the number of people, and frowned lightly on his plain face, but he thought that their speed was really a little slow, and in the next moment, he waved his hand to summon a yin wind in the eyes of the young people who suddenly became frightened, and in the rapid rotation, all the remaining people on the ground were involved, and the dragon was blown into the tree hole.

In the blink of an eye, the young man on the ground was gone, and only the guide was left next to the empty medicine field, and there were large and small scattered and irregular stones on the ground.

The guide took one last look at the colossal castle behind him, which had gradually revealed its true face, and then looked down at the lamp that had been carried in his hand and had not been put down, and the faint light of the beans at the wick was still there, more like twilight than the color of twilight.

Without nostalgia, he slowly placed the lamp gently next to the big stone that had blocked the entrance of the cave by the tree hole, looked at the depths of the tree hole that had not been driven out of the darkness by the dawn, and threw himself down.

The sky is bright, the black clouds are also dyed with glow, the old forest is quiet, only a lone lamp under the tree, the medicine and weeds are wanton, everything seems to be before their future.

And in the gloomy void, Ji Ge and Zar are still silently rushing to what may be the last part of their lives, and the solemn and deep darker places under their feet also seem to be quietly welcoming visitors who have never arrived.

They almost forgot how long it had been, and what was even more terrifying for them at this time was not the torture of physical and mental hot and cold collapse, nor the constant suffocating darkness, but the strong ** feeling in their abdomen.

This is a more realistic problem in the enclosed space from which they cannot escape, if they have no food and water, they will die if they can't last a while.

This kind of taste, after entering the castle, Ji Ge and Zar have never encountered it, but they have always been very generous in the food castle, and they have not treated them badly.

**The terrible feeling brought by the two began to really feel it, and they had clearly felt the gradual weakening of their physical strength.

"Knock knock!!"

The frenzied drum-like tapping overhead began again, rapid and frequent, as if it were striking directly at the door of their hearts. And Ji Gozar's expression was faintly numb, and their gradually weakened bodies and nerves even made them unable to give birth to the strength to have boring thoughts.

"Go on like this...... We will die of thirst and starvation. Zar's silver eyes didn't look at Ji Ge, but just said lightly a fact that was about to come true, and the lips of both of them were too dry, and there was dryness in their hearts, and their white skin turned white.

"But this kind of death is too disgraceful, it's really a little unacceptable......"

Zar's hand swept his silver hair and held it on his forehead, and he could still laugh bitterly and said.

Ji Ge didn't answer, he was silent, his face was a mixture of numbness and sobriety. There was a real hunger in his belly, and he never cared about whether death was glorious or not, or that he didn't want to die at all.

Char didn't get an answer, and he didn't care, he already knew that Ji Ge would definitely not take over such a topic, otherwise it should be strange.

He stretched out his tongue and licked his lips, smashed it, and said with a crying and laughing look on his face: "I knew that we shouldn't have vomited so much blood when we fought before, and it's a pity to save it for now to drink it......"

Char was babbling alone, muttering to himself, as if he was immersed in his own world, and his voice was so low that sometimes even Ji Ge couldn't hear what he was saying.

The darkness underneath, even with the inheritance of the strange technique called the Hitomi Technique, which has a strange technique called the Hitomi Technique, has tried to see through it, and the Hitomi Technique itself seems to have lost its effectiveness, or there is nothing but black stool here, and the eyes are obscured by obscurity.

Ji Ge was gloomy, silently looking at the nature revealed by Char, thinking that people are dying, I am afraid it will not be strange to say and do more, and the current situation is not afraid of the consequences of any cranky thoughts, and it may not be much worse.

Just when Ji Ge had this thought, he suddenly panicked in his heart, his eyes widened, and he turned his head to look around hurriedly, glowing with a dazzling light like a flashback.

Nothing seemed to have changed in front of him, and Ji Ge felt like it was just an illusion after weakness, but his panicked feeling became stronger and stronger, as if something was about to happen.

This feeling of panic is like a child's instinctive fear of the dark, out of innate awe.

Ji Ge turned his head to look at Char beside him, but the darkness was so thick that even if he was lucky enough to be black, he couldn't see a little clearly, he subconsciously wanted to reach out and push Char, but as soon as he fell into his hand, it was actually empty, and he grabbed a void, and there was nothing where Char was originally located, as if his whole person disappeared and evaporated in just a moment.

This is almost impossible to happen, even if Tsar accidentally rolls down to the void under his feet in a few blinks of an eye, it is impossible not to make a trace of sound and movement, and even more so that Ji Ge, who is close at hand, actually doesn't notice it.

He gritted his teeth, his whole body was infused with black qi, and a muffled snort came out, his throat was sweet, and he spit out a few mouthfuls of upwelling blood, and he actually stopped his rapidly falling body.

Cautiously reaching out and touching the wall of the cave where Zar was just now, it was rough with the bumpy touch of rock, and there was nothing strange about it, let alone something strange that could make people disappear in an instant.

But there must be a reason for this impossible thing, it's just that Ji Ge doesn't know or hasn't found it.

Ji Ge's mind flashed through many speculations, since there was nothing unusual about the cave wall, the only possibility left was that something in the cave silently took away the char beside him without reacting!

"Zar, Zar, where are you!!"

Ji Ge shouted a few times below with wide eyes, turned around uneasily, and even raised his head and shouted above his head, and the green tendons on his neck came out.

But there was no response from the familiar voice that Ji Ge expected, only the hoarse roar echoed in his ears, and after a few breaths, he was eaten by the cave wall that didn't know if it could swallow the sound, and he was as silent as death.

Could it be that he has lost his thoughts? Or has he never come down, and has been a hallucination from the beginning, and everything that has been done after entering the cave has been imagined by himself?

Even if Tsar was the result of his own imagination created by fear of loneliness in a dark, confined and small space, why is it not as clear as he imagined now?

Ji Ge's breathing was a little rough and disordered, and his heart was even more chaotic, looking up as if he was looking up at the bottom of the well, for a long time, but this time there was no more chaer. He lowered his head again to look at his feet dangling in the air, his eyes flickering.

As he thought, what kind of territory is down there?

The feeling of suffocation permeated his chest from his heart, and he couldn't bear the loneliness, but in this situation, all kinds of desperate weirdness fell on him like a net covering his face from all sides, slowly tightening until he couldn't breathe.

Ji Ge didn't want to believe this, otherwise he would have completely collapsed and gone crazy first. He preferred to believe that Zar might still be somewhere in the cave, and might have heard him crying, but he was not in a position to reply.

Ji Ge looked at his feet, and for the first time began to hesitate, the dark nothingness made people daunting.

His widening eyes suddenly shook again, and he noticed that the darkness that had remained unchanged began to change in the space under his feet.

The fog rose in the depths of the cave, slowly diffused up, and gently wrapped him in Ji Ge's breath, the fog was slightly blue, which reminded Ji Ge of something, yes, vaguely like the cold light of the iron thorn in the hand of the girl who said that she would kill her with her own hands, and a bit like the color left over from the night.

The mist was soft and soft, gently enveloping Ji Ge, and it seemed to penetrate into his seven orifices and skin, making his five senses begin to be obscured, revealing only his unwilling eyes, which were instantly submerged.

This is a thorny jungle, Ji Ge feels as if someone is not far away, but he can't see or hear, he seems to be covered with a white cloth on his face when he is lying down, except for his useless eyes here, he can't move his hands and feet, and his breathing has stopped.

Ji Ge doesn't know if he is alive or dead, or if he doesn't count at all?

In a trance, he seemed to hear an urgent cry, right next to his ears, and then the thorn began to crumple and crumble, like an angry thunderbolt roaring under the clouds, and Ji Ge rolled out with the debris flying in the tremor of the destruction of this world.