"Could it be that he has a bigger intention to help some more important cult leaders get out of trouble?" Ye Chuxiao had to guess this possibility.

But the gray-skinned rat soon stopped somewhere on the fourth basement floor, and then hid in a dark corner and remained motionless, as if it had suddenly shut down.

Time passed little by little, and the gray-skinned mouse continued to lie in the corner without moving, but it was very patient.

And Ye Chuxiao had already taken advantage of the convenience of this time to wander around in a small circle.

After testing, Ye Chuxiao confirmed that he could not get out of the range of the gray-skinned mouse within a radius of 100 meters, and once it exceeded the range, it would be teleported back in an instant.

At present, Ye Chuxiao has not been able to confirm the principle, and it is very likely that the opening of the golden clock is related to the breath transmitted from the dead skin shed by the gray-skinned mouse.

Ye Chuxiao chose to stand behind the gray-skinned mouse, just next to it.

Suddenly, a dazzling purple light, as if jumping time and space, with an extremely mysterious rhythm, appeared directly above the gray-skinned mouse.

The eyes of the gray-skinned mouse glowed with surprise.

It leaped to its feet, trying to touch the light.

But what it didn't expect was that behind it, there was a person standing.

A person who does not exist in this plane.

Compared with the height of the gray-skinned mouse jumping up, the purple light fell more directly on Ye Chuxiao's body, unexpectedly ignoring the deviation of time and space, and integrated into Ye Chuxiao's body.

It seems that this purple light is only bound by space, but not by time.

The moment the purple light melts into the body.

Ye Chuxiao seemed to see the long river of Tao that spanned the vast land and crisscrossed the worlds.

Compared to the abundant and strong Dao River, the wisp of purple light that Ye Chuxiao obtained at this moment was not even a drop of water.

Even so, he still felt that his originally chaotic and obscured brain was like an invisible lock had been opened.

Many of the original rambling brain holes are being transformed into real and feasible inspiration.

From fantasy to theory, he is already crossing that bridge called talent.

To be more precise, at this moment, Ye Chuxiao already has a talent that seems to be innate.

This talent is so turbulent, as if as long as he earnestly learns some theoretical knowledge, and works a little harder to think and exercise, he can cash them out and turn them into real and unpretentious strength.

"Talent: Skillful hands, the flexibility of the hands has been greatly improved, and any hand-held weapon or hand-based martial arts can be quickly learned." Ye Chuxiao made a brief summary of this talent for the time being.

However, this talent is not the whole of that little purple light, it is only the part that is revealed by the benefits brought by the purple light.

"Its purpose is to make this sudden purple light?"

"How did it know that on the fourth floor of the dungeon of the Ministry of Punishment, such a magical purple light would descend?"

"Could it be that this is some kind of talent?" Ye Chuxiao thought to himself.

The gray-skinned mouse, seeing the purple light appear, and seeing the purple light disappear out of thin air, widened its eyes the size of mung beans, and let out an angry 'squeak' sound.

For this purple light, he danced on the tip of the knife and paid a high price.

But the purple light disappeared like this, and disappeared without a trace.

It's like it never happened.

It couldn't accept this result, and after two turns in place, it crawled out of a scribbled formation, and then began to make strange air sounds.

The seal that originally belonged to Ye Chuxiao floated above the gray-skinned mouse's head, helping him hide the pressure from the Hell Suppression Artifact.

However, the seal of the third-class jailer has the power to exert the upper limit.

When this limit is exceeded, the seal will explode.

Accompanied by an invisible air tremor in the air, the seal letter that originally belonged to Ye Chuxiao suddenly exploded into slag and shattered to the ground.

Looking at the debris all over the ground, Ye Chuxiao's face was even more ugly than that of a gray-skinned mouse.

Originally, Ye Chuxiao planned to find out the hiding place of the gray-skinned mouse, and then after returning to real time, he led people to snipe the gray-skinned mouse at the same time, and quietly retrieved the seal letter and erased the traces.

But now, the seal letter has exploded, and the debris is scattered all over the place, but if anyone probes the traces a little more carefully, it is possible to find some residual residue that Ye Chuxiao can't quickly put away.

Moreover, the seal letter was blown up, and Ye Chuxiao also needed a reason to be able to explain.

Otherwise, it's hard to make associations.

Even if the gray-skinned mouse is re-captured and imprisoned, he still inevitably risks being convicted of colluding with cults and demons.

The gray-skinned rat that found that the seal had blown up stiffened, and the whole rat screamed in annoyance and horror.

Without the cover of the seal, it can no longer use any spells in this dungeon.

This is undoubtedly another bad news for the gray-skinned mouse at this moment.

Seeing that the gray-skinned mouse suffered on its own, and then fell into a trap because he couldn't use spells, Ye Chuxiao also began to sort out his thoughts, sort out how to operate later, so as to solve the trouble as much as possible, and get himself out of this matter.

Syllable!

Accompanied by the ringing of the golden clock in my head.

Ye Chuxiao's consciousness and thoughts return to the 'present'.

In front of his eyes, there was still that pale dead skin.

And Li Bantou was still following him, with an obviously worried look on his face.

Ye Chuxiao pretended to squat down, and then began to touch some messy marks on the ground with his palm.

"There are traces of rats crawling here, and judging from the direction of the footprints, there must be something strange in them." Ye Chuxiao said.

Li Bantou said with a mocking expression: "It's just rat footprints, and there are many in the dungeon." ”

"There are a lot of rats in the dungeon, but very few rats can leave the cell alive, Li Bantou, you haven't given food to the prisoners, you may not know, for many prisoners, rats are a rare delicacy. Therefore, in the general cell, there are only traces of rats entering, but there are no traces of coming out. But if you look at these footprints, they are clearly outward. Ye Chuxiao said.

Of course, this reason is not enough evidence for truly rigorous inference, but Ye Chuxiao, who has known the result for a long time, does not need real evidence, he only needs one reason.

So then he changed the topic and said: "I remember, Zhang Daqing, who followed you, is a talisman of the Foolish Realm, let him come over and draw a tracking charm based on these mouse footprints." ”

Li Bantou still wanted to say a few words.

met Ye Chuxiao's calm and determined face.

"What are you still doing?"

"Quick!"

Li Bantou may have been taken by Ye Chuxiao's momentum, or perhaps he was forced by Ye Chuxiao's previous threat, so he went after all.

After a while, he brought back another jailer.

The jailer crouched down, relying on the footprints of the mouse, holding his seal, and then drew the sigil with a pen.

When the light dissipated, the footprints of the rats on the ground became brighter.

Following these footprints, the three of them pursued all the way, and halfway through, Ye Chuxiao ignored Li Bantou's eyes, and explained the situation to the jailers in other areas, explaining that he had great confidence in catching the fugitives, so that the pursuit team continued to grow.

About half an hour later, a team of jailers, who had already numbered as many as a dozen people, found the gray-skinned mouse who had fallen into a coma in a formation trap.

Without the protection of the seal, the gray-skinned rat, even if it has some special talent, cannot avoid and avoid all the dangerous traps.

When the old jailer, who had rich experience, confirmed that this gray-skinned mouse was indeed transformed by a human evil method through magic methods, almost everyone in the team of more than a dozen jailers had an eager smile on their faces.

For most of them, it was not their fault that the fugitives went missing, but they had a share to play in the capture of the prisoners.

It's cheap to pick up for nothing, how can it not be fragrant?

Only Li Bantou, although he also found the 'lost' prisoner, he still had no success, even if he didn't take any more big risks, but he couldn't miss a meal.