As if he had exhausted all his strength, He Zhidao walked forward slowly, his hands that were spread out were slowly clenched again, and those golden bells and red tassels were disillusioned, and the little starlight floating in this devastated place slowly clenched his hands, quickly converging towards his palms, and slowly condensed a dazzling light.

The mysterious swordsman did not stop him, nor did he take the lead, but just stood quietly in place and waited, looking at He Zhidao walking step by step, under the hat, in his eyes, a variety of emotions converged, and he couldn't tell whether it was sadness, sympathy, fighting spirit, admiration or something else.

Gu Xiao was also shocked by the momentum emanating from this "He Family Ancestor", and for a while he forgot that he was still the villain who slaughtered the Fengjia Fort all over the night, and Jiang Ningxue beside him seemed to have forgotten other things, just quietly staring at the back of the mysterious swordsman, his cold eyes kept intertwining, flashing...

The wind girl saw that the opportunity for revenge was coming, as soon as her body moved, she was about to move, and her body was about to move, but she felt a majestic sword intent coming from her body, the sword intent was so powerful, it seemed that there was an invisible hand, and she held herself firmly, and the cold sweat soaked her back for a while, and the voice of the mysterious swordsman wearing a hat came.

"Don't move, he is already at the peak of the Heavenly Realm at this moment, and even the realm of a half-step grandmaster, you go now, I'm afraid that before you get close, you will be shattered by his powerful internal force."

The wind girl was frightened, obviously He Zhidao looked like he was dying, why would this hat man say that he was already a half-step grandmaster realm, but just now it was this hat man who saved everyone in the hands of He Zhidao, since he spoke, he would wait and see for a while before making plans, so he put away his mind and looked at He Zhidao.

He Zhidao slowly raised his hands that gathered the light, and in the surprised eyes of everyone in the audience, he opened his mouth and swallowed the light that the golden bell red tassel had gathered...

It seems that the past that has just been interrupted continues to appear in front of He Zhidao's eyes, just as when the beggar was dark, and when he opened his eyes again, the beggar found himself in a dark place.

Touching the back of the neck that was still sore, the beggar struggled to get up, heard outside of this place, there seemed to be a noisy voice, and after a while, it fell into darkness again, the beggar groped for a long time, and finally found something like the door, and pulled it hard, but the door did not move, the beggar was surprised, I heard that the world is gradually chaotic, and someone specializes in human trafficking for a living, is that the son...

But in an instant, the beggar denied the idea in his heart, not only to sell himself, but to feed himself these days, just the small courtyard, the daily food, and the servants and maids, the master who taught himself to read and write, guns and fists, why spend these unjust silver, I am afraid that I will not even be able to get the capital back.

Recalling Engong's words, the beggar thought, Xu is Engong's test for himself, since this is the case, he must persevere, and he must not live up to Engong's expectations. There is no light here, and since the beggar can't open the door, he can only stay in this dark place in peace.

After a long time, the beggar's eyes finally adapted to the dark environment, and the beggar squinted his eyes, and finally saw the place he was in. The walls seemed to be built of tough stones, and the door I first found was just a vent, and when I looked out along the vent, it was still dark and silent.

The beggar was frightened in his heart, and remembered the words of Engong before he fainted, "If he dies, he will be buried", and in this dark place, he groped to the corner, curled up, and waited quietly...

I don't know how long it took, maybe two days, or three days, there was no light here, and there was no other reference to confirm the time, the beggar was already hungry and thirsty, but this dark place not only had no physical objects, not even drinking water, and the environment was cold, the beggar only felt that his spirit was about to collapse, but he was still firm in his heart, he had to get through it, so that he could follow Engong and repay his kindness...

Just as he was thinking about it, he saw that there seemed to be a fire in the ventilated place, and the beggar hurriedly rushed to the vent and followed the light, but what he saw next made him despair.

It was a man with a torch in his hand, and he was carrying a large wooden barrel in his hand, and the place illuminated by the torch seemed to be the same iron door as himself, and there was only one vent, and the room was side by side, as if there was no end in sight, and the man with the torch tapped on the iron door every time he walked to a doorway, and the vent would open a window the size of a bowl, and the man with the torch would take a bowl out of the barrel and throw it down the window into the prison door...

After repeating this, it didn't take long for him to come to the room where the beggar was, and the sound of gently tapping on the iron door sounded, and the beggar who was suffering hurriedly rushed forward, and followed the narrow window to beg the person with the torch to inform Engong and save himself, but he opened his mouth and remembered that he didn't even know Engong's name.

While the beggar was still thinking about how to beg the man with the torch, the man did not care, and took a bowl from the barrel as before, and threw it through the window.

Seeing that the firelight gradually disappeared in the vent, and the place where he was was fell into darkness again, the beggar fell into despair, screaming, crashing, trying to get out of this dark place, but no matter how he tried his strength, how he shouted, this place was like a Yama hell, no one took care of him, the beggar was completely desperate, and collapsed in this dark place.

And I don't know how long it was, but the beggar was so hungry and thirsty that he remembered the man with the torch in his hand, and threw him into a bowl, and fumbled in the darkness, until he touched the bowl, but it had already been shattered, and the bowl seemed to contain some batter.

As if he had found a treasure, the beggar hurriedly picked up the broken bowl, ignoring the sharp scratches on the edge of the broken bowl, and poured the batter that was not much left, already dry as a piece of flour, into his mouth to satisfy his hunger.

It's okay not to eat, the more you eat, the more hungry you become, and the batter has long been dry, and when you eat it, you feel more thirsty...

Such days were repeated for a long time, so that the beggar gradually became numb, and no longer expected that his benefactor would come to save him, and whenever the iron door window was opened, he would fly forward and catch the bowl that was thrown, so that the batter inside would not spill on the ground after the bowl shattered.

The beggar also learned to carefully distribute the batter in this bowl before the person who sent the batter came, so that he could have food and drink every day, and those bowls that were not broken naturally also had their use, that is, they were used to catch the water they excreted and used to drink...

In the dark place, I don't know the time, the beggar thinks that he may have been here for more than a month, or even a year, until one day, the beggar estimated that the person who delivered the batter was coming again, so he got up and moved his weak limbs, ready to catch the bowl at any time.

But this time it was strange, not only did he not wait for the person who delivered the batter, but he didn't even wait for the long-awaited torch light, so the beggar had to lie down at the vent and stare carefully into the darkness... Xu is body is too weak, staring at it for a long time, the beggar did not wait for the person who delivered the batter to appear, the beggar only felt that his last hope was lost, it was better to die.

Under the agitation of the mood, coupled with the lack of food and water for a long time, the beggar's eyes were dark, and he fainted, and when he became conscious again, the beggar was about to open his eyes in a daze, only to hear the indifferent voice in his ears.

"If you stay in the darkness for too long, you will suddenly see the light, your eyes will be blind, and each of you will be covered with a black cloth in front of your eyes.

For the first time since he was thrown into the dark place, he heard someone speak, and he was so excited that he knew that he was saved, and he thought of what the man had just spoken, and he closed his mouth and waited until he heard the man continue to speak.

"You have been in the dark prison for two months, and you are fortunate that you are the one who survived in the elde, but this does not mean that you can continue to live, and after an hour, it will be dark, and you will obey my orders, and then take off the black cloth that covers your eyes..."

"Okay..."The beggar heard a person next to him respond, but through that, there was a cry of weakness...

"I said, whoever speaks casually will end up alone..."

This time, no one spoke at will, and the beggar kept his mouth shut, not daring to make any sound, and waited so tightly until the man continued to speak.

"When the hour comes, remember, take off the blindfolded cloth and open your eyes slowly, if you are blind, there is only one end..."

Hearing this man speak, the beggar trembled and stretched out the cloth covering his eyes, and after removing it, he tentatively opened his eyes in a thin slit...

Although it was dark, even so, it was much brighter than the darkness in the man's mouth, and the bright light pierced the beggar's eyes painfully, and he firmly remembered what the voice said in his heart, and waited for his squinted eyes to gradually adapt to the light, and then tentatively opened his eyes slowly.

After blurring and ghosting, a strong sense of dizziness hits, and there are people around who are not used to the light, or who have seen a dark prison that they have not seen for a long time and become crazy, but then what follows is the fate of the person's mouth.

People kept falling beside the beggar, and blood kept splattering the beggar's body, but the beggar still stood, silent, raising his head and greedily breathing the air outside the dark prison, looking at the starry sky he dreamed of in the dark prison with his gradually clear eyes, until there was no other sound beside him...

"Good, you've passed."

Hearing the man speak again, the beggar followed the voice, and what came into his eyes was the man who appeared beside Eun Gong, holding a spear with a golden bell chained.

But before the beggar could breathe a sigh of relief, the man spoke again.

"You have a stick of incense time to eat, and when you're full, it's the next level."

After finishing speaking, the man clapped his hands gently, and several figures instantly appeared in front of the beggar and others, no one was holding a tray in their hands, and there were red, green, yellow and purple, bowls of different colors on the plate, all of which were filled with some ordinary steamed buns and side dishes and porridge, but in the eyes of the beggar and others, they were more delicious than any delicacies.

Like the others, the beggar's saliva was about to flow out, but still no one made a sound, and no one spoke, the beggar secretly looked up, and there were more than ten people alive beside him, all of them were young people of the same age as himself, all of them were yellow and thin, and they were filthy, but unlike the beggar, none of these people looked around like teenagers, but they all stared at the food in front of them, as if waiting for the man to speak.

"Good, good...... Alright, let's eat. As he spoke, the man lit the incense in his hand.

Hearing this person speak, everyone else cared about anything else, and they began to grab the steamed porridge in front of them and devour it, but only four or five people ate it without opening their mouths immediately, and the beggar was also one of the four or five people who did not open their mouths to eat.

The beggar secretly looked at the spear owner who was playing with the incense burner in his hand, and seemed to have made up his mind in his heart, closed his eyes again, stretched out his hand, and groped for the four bowls of different colors in the tray in front of him, until the familiar feeling in his hand came, the beggar opened his eyes, looked at the bowl with the steamed bun in his hand, and glanced at the person playing with the incense burner again.

The beggar saw the imperceptible smile on the corner of his mouth, and strengthened the guess in his heart, so he reached out and grabbed the white-flour steamed bun in the yellow bowl and devoured it...

Some people died, but not completely......