Re-entering the room of the teleportation array, the boar spirit just now was already waiting here. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Now I will temporarily take away your sight and hearing," the wild boar spirit seemed to be chewing something in his mouth, and picked up the baton and pointed it at Wang Ming's head: "Don't panic, don't struggle, it will be automatically lifted when you get to your cell." ”

"Whatever you want," Wang Ming smiled indifferently: "It's as if I still have room for change." ”

Wang Ming only saw the baton shoot a black light at him, and then it was really dark in front of him - after passing through the teleportation array, he could only feel that he was being taken away, unable to hear or see.

"How did this happen?"

I don't know how far I have to go to the prison cell, and I can only kill time by talking to myself in my heart.

"Is there anything else I can play with?"

Wang Ming pondered, the darkness and silence of this article, he only felt that his legs were walking - there is nothing more boring in life than this.

"Can demonism still be used?" Thinking of this, Wang Ming himself felt funny - as a level 8 monster, he really knew very little demonic arts. And with his shallow view of witchcraft, the magic is based on the pulse to charge up, the field of vision to focus, and finally the palm of the hand to initiate and aim. In other words, now that he is in this state, what other magic can be used?

"Slow ......"

Gradually, he noticed a crimson glow in his empty and black vision. Slowly, he found that he could slowly let the firelight draw traces in his field of vision, but it would not disappear.

"Spiritual fire?" Wang Ming couldn't help but sigh at how magical the magic created by Zhuge Liang was.

"The spirit is like fire rather than fire, it comes from your heart. Whether it is in the yang realm, in the underworld, in the water, in the wind, it can be burned wantonly!"

"I don't think it's just that—in the enchantment, in the void, even in the mind—that's where the name 'spiritual fire' comes from. Not only talking to himself, Wang Mingyu also wrote the above sentence in the void in front of him.

"F-U-C......" Wang Ming's spiritual fire slowly drew in the void, thinking that he had finally found a way to pass the time.

"Ahh

Wang Ming scolded himself thousands of times in his mind, and quickly stopped drawing talismans in the void of his mind and began to do another thing.

"Let's go inside!"

Wang Ming realized that his hearing had been restored, and slowly, his eyesight gradually returned to normal - a white expanse appeared in front of his eyes. The cell was very simple - bed, table, bathroom, and then a huge glass of glass, Wang Ming didn't see the door, and he didn't even know how he got in.

"Do it yourself!"

Seeing this, Wang Ming immediately rushed to the glass and hammered it: "What about it, why did you leave?" "What about my entertainment?" "What about the wind time?" "What about the prison visit regulations?" "I want to leave without saying anything, isn't this going to suffocate me in this?" "Bastard!"

"If you stipulate it," the wild boar spirit turned back, and his hand, which should be a pig's trotters, pointed to the white wall behind Wang Ming: "You say the word regulation to the wall, and then press the wall, and you will know." ”

"Really?" Wang Ming turned to face the big white wall in front of him, cleared his throat, and shouted, "Turtle belly!" - at least in his heart he said these two words, and then smashed them on the wall in a circle.

Gradually, dense black letters appeared on the white wall, and there were even page turning marks.

There are more than a dozen pages of content, and this is the regulation of the prison cell. After reading the rules, Wang Ming sat back on the bed helplessly—he still couldn't accept why he had ended up in this field.

"Entertainment!"

Wang Ming jumped up from the bed on a whim, yelled at the white wall, and then hit another hard punch, but a row of white words gradually appeared on the white wall: the function has not yet been opened.

"Fuck off!"

"Girl!"

......

The white wall was still white, and no new information appeared.

"Appeal!"

......

"Garbage system," Wang Ming sneered and took a sip, ready to continue to go back to bed to sleep on his big head: "Huh?"

Suddenly, he saw that directly opposite him, there was also a prison cell, and in the cell stood a man in linen-colored clothes with a bearded face, waving at him.

"Are you ......" Wang Ming was about to speak, but suddenly remembered that his voice could reach the opposite prison cell, so he gave up.

"By the way......" Wang Ming remembered that among the magic techniques he could use, two of them could draw in the air, so he used the ink track technique against the large glass of his prison cell.

"Who are you?"

The man on the opposite side smiled and stretched out his hand to the glass in front of him, and soon traces of ice slag appeared on the glass.

"My name is Du Qiong. ”

"My name is Wang Ming. ”

In this way, Wang Ming communicated with his prisoner on the other side of the door sentence by sentence. During the exchange, Wang Ming learned that the man opposite was called Du Qiong, a person from the Western Han Dynasty, who was arrested for fighting with others.

In the next few days, Wang Ming and Du Qiong not only chatted, but also played the game of "I draw and you guess", Du Qiong invited Wang Ming to play Go on the glass, but unfortunately Wang Ming did not know and did not want to learn.

In this way, the two spent time in prison day by day, and gradually established a subtle bond with each other.

"No. 5421!"

"Call you!" these two words and a huge exclamation mark appeared on the glass of the opposite door, and Wang Ming hurriedly stopped the witchcraft.

"It's time to visit you, and someone comes to see you. ”

The boar spirit took the guards to the middle of the two's cell, turned his head to look, and swiped the badge again, and the door of Wang Ming's room was opened.

"Is it Pu Songling?" Wang Ming was set up again: "Are you here to let me out?"

The wild boar spirit didn't pay attention to him, but pointed at the baton, and with the black light, Wang Ming lost his sight and hearing again.

"That's it!"

As his sense of sight and hearing slowly recovered, Wang Ming found himself in another pure white room, this time separated by a huge glass wall.

"The people who can let the prison visitors come in!"

The boar spirit yelled at the glass wall, guarded by two guards on the opposite side, and when he heard this, he turned and opened the door.

At the other end of the glass wall, the door was opened, and the visitors entered.