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It's dark when you open your eyes, and it's dark when you close your eyes.

It's dark to wake up, and it's dark to dream.

Maybe all this is just a dream, just Bai Tong's "opening"-

- But the pain in his ankle told Han Feng that all this was true.

At this moment, only this pain can keep him awake and distinguish between reality and illusion.

The hand that grasped his ankle clasped like a rusty iron hoop—the iron hoop was not smooth around it, and the iron thorns pierced into the flesh—the sharp nails of the hand, rotten with poison, with long and short edges, with infinite hatred and faint sadness.

The earth was like a piece of flesh without gaps and textures, and Han Feng only felt that he was like a knife, embedded in this "meat" alive...... It was too difficult to move forward, and he was being sharpened little by little, and the dirt around him, though soft, was also extremely tough, and they waited patiently, intending to sharpen him and return home.

The earth was like a thick quilt, encompassing everything about him, clogging all his orifices, so that he could not breathe. Fortunately, the White Boy was there, allowing him to grab rare air in the gaps in the dirt, but it was only a stopgap measure, and it didn't last long.

The sound and tremor from above his head became lighter and lighter, and Han Feng knew that he had reached the depths of the earth, and there was no other place to rely on. The earth trapped him, and if it weren't for the man pulling him, he couldn't even move a finger, and at this time he couldn't use all the effort he had used to save his life, and his whole body was like a fish on a chopping board, to be slaughtered.

But the man didn't do anything.

Why is that?

In the dark, people will always have great fear, but in addition to being frightened, Han Feng was puzzled at the moment, and he was much more sober.

Everything that he had just experienced flashed in front of his eyes one by one, and with Bai Tong's ability, whether it was a "beast transformer" or his own people, these situations were clear and abnormal to Han Feng. so clear that he could even predict his own fate -

If he was surrounded by the beasts for a few more moments, he would either die or be seriously injured, and even if he used the "blasphemy Dafa" by then, he would not be able to return to heaven. And it was a hand that suddenly stretched out in the middle of the earth that saved his life!

If a person can save him from danger, then most likely he will not hurt him again. Han Feng was sure in his heart, but in the middle of the ground, the feeling of oppression coming from all around him still made him very nervous. Even though the white boy was holding his breath, he wasn't sure if he would be able to survive if he continued to go deeper.

But he was sure of one thing—the man who was holding his ankle didn't mean to stop in the slightest. The dirt was right next to his mouth, and Han Feng couldn't speak, so in desperation, he had to take a deep breath first, stabilize his mind, and then think about anything else.

He tried where he could move, starting with his fingers, little by little. The dirt was soft but firm, and it took him a great deal of effort to open his hands, and then he shook them - but he caught nothing.

The dirt was like a stream of water without substance, piercing through his fingertips and even the palms of his hands, leaving nothing behind!

"How is this possible!" Han Feng only felt a cold sweat on his back, at this moment he even remembered the legendary "ghost", only to hear that ghosts are shadowy but invisible, so they can shuttle back and forth, but they can really feel the pain at the moment, and they can be pulled tightly by that person, which shows that he is still a person, but why can't he even grasp a little soil?

At that moment, the man who was pulling him suddenly stopped.

Although he couldn't open his eyes, Han Feng could still clearly feel that the man was looking up and smiling at him, and then he heard the man's hoarse voice: "That's it." What happens next, it's up to you! What I owe to Zhan Zhongqi can be repaid today! What you owe me is what you should pay next!"

The pain in his feet disappeared suddenly, and with it, the man's breath. The silence around him was like dead soil, and he couldn't even hear the sound of earthworms digging into the earth, Han Feng only felt as if he had been thrown in the middle of a swamp, unable to reach the world or the ground, unable to exert force, and unable to grasp the essentials.

What frightened him even more was that his shoulders and the top of his head began to ache faintly, as if a giant had reached out and pressed him in these three places, trying to crush him to pieces.

Faintly recalling the words of the man when he left, what he owed Zhan Zhongqi Han Feng didn't have the heart to think about, but what he said about repayment must mean rescuing him from the group of "beast transformers", and what he owed him was the poison he had placed in this land.

One report after another, could it be that this person also wants to suffer from poison?

Thinking of this, Han Feng couldn't help but want to run up, but as soon as he turned his body slightly, he heard the "creaking" of the bone joints, and then Bai Tong shouted: "The soil buried on you is too heavy, don't move!"

Han Feng couldn't move even if he wanted to, and when he heard Bai Tong being so anxious, he couldn't help but smile bitterly twice: "What if you can't move?

Bai Tong sighed lightly and did not reply.

Ever since he fought against Zhifeng, Han Feng had become accustomed to the days when he couldn't count on Bai Tong. He sighed softly in his heart, gritted his teeth, and tried to open his hand again. This time the dirt didn't pass through his hands, and he grabbed a handful of dirt and squeezed it tightly.

The soil was so wet that it could almost drip water out of it. The ground is freezing cold, but the dirt here has an indescribable warm feeling to the touch - this feeling is not comfortable, but like the sweat of June and July, wet and sticky, it makes people panic. But this panic, like the pain that the man brought to him, reminded him that all this was real, not a dream.

However, Han Feng was more willing to lose his mind at this moment - he couldn't breathe well, his joints ached, he had never had such a time in his life when life was worse than death, even if he guessed the trick of that person shuttling back and forth in the soil, he still felt that there was no hope of ascending to heaven.

He can't turn a blind eye to the soil, but can only move slowly in his own way. With his hands pressed against the dirt, he did his best to perceive everything around him. He dissolved his hand into the earth, seeing it as an extension of his hand, dividing the earth into the left and right sides.

On the surface, in order to block a kick from Tianma, he once subconsciously turned the earth into his hand and snatched the purple gold knife that fell to the side.

He used the earth as his hand, but the earth gave him a million hands. Hand to hand pull, just like a person's left hand and right hand wrestling, no one can take advantage, and even the more he struggles, the more he is pushed down.