A group of men and women who were covered in red fruits were huddled together, driven out of the prison cart like piglets, Feng Xue felt that in the eyes of these people, she was no different from livestock, at most the classification should be defined as "wild meat".

The yellow fur who had the ability to compete for the manager before seemed to want to resist, but before he could do anything, a blonde Caucasian picked up the baton in his hand and slammed it on the door of his head.

Huang Mao himself was short, and he was directly smashed to the ground by a condescending blow, listening to the completely incomprehensible voice in his mouth, the real people around him couldn't help but let out bursts of laughter.

"I remember this yellow hair is a power type! How did it get flirted so easily? Feng Xue had the impression that this was the master who could tear up the bad omen with his bare hands, and there was no reason why he couldn't hold such a blow.

It's just that the next moment, he remembered his invalid [Assassin] tag, although he didn't have the [Acumen] element, but this thing didn't have much impact on his physical fitness, and when it failed, it was not as completely shattered as when he lost the [Corpse Collector] tag before, but it was similar to the feeling of cooling down the game skill, if it weren't for seeing Huang Mao like this, he might not even be able to remember.

But what if you look at it this way......

Feng Xue suddenly remembered the sentence she had seen when she got the gatekeeper label:

[The power of the tag is based on the infinite city, and the use of the tag is always just a vassal of the infinite city.] 】

"That's what it means...... Out of the Infinite City, the label given by the Infinite City will lose its effect, but can the label given by the perception of outsiders still be used? Is this the reason why outsiders' cognition is precious? ”

Perhaps not wanting to waste time, the "prison guard" kicked the yellow fur twice, and then waved his baton again, and while speaking English with a slight accent, he drove the Wumen in the direction they had instructed.

Feng Xue glanced at the yellow hair that was grabbed by the prison guard's hair and dragged away, gave him a piece of wax in his heart, and then moved slowly along the crowd.

After a short journey, Feng Xue came to a corridor that stretched out into the distance, and on one side of the corridor, there was a row of boxes embedded in the wall...... Well, to put it bluntly, it is a prison room, and at this time, a black-skinned prison guard was walking back and forth in front of this corridor, the baton in his hand cut through the iron fence, and opened one prison door after another in a piercing collision, and when he saw Feng Xue and them appear, he immediately waved the baton in his hand and said-

"Gadern! Gadern! ”

"What the hell is this pronunciation?" Feng Xue's scalp tingled when he heard this, and although he knew that this was probably to call them in, it was difficult for him to associate it with the English pronunciation he knew.

Could this be the legendary accent?

Can I still communicate in that half-baked English?

Feng Xue shivered, goosebumps on his body exploded, he tried hard to recall in his mind the useful words in the limited vocabulary pool of his previous life, and kept searching for the phonetic transcription content that was almost all thrown back to the teacher, trying to correct his pronunciation to a relatively standard level.

However, these warnings are obviously small minions, and there is no point in talking to them.

"It's certainly not for nothing that these people arrest Wuwu, whether it's for dissection and research, or for torture and revenge, even if it's for being concentrated and shot, there will definitely be people who are really in charge of things to show up."

Feng Xue thought so in her heart, but kept looking at the situation around her, looking for things like surveillance cameras.

He still has a hole card in his hand that can be turned over, and the element reserves in the Goldfinger library are enough for him to make some big news, but without the illusion costume, he has almost no defense, and just one bullet is enough to make him scatter.

Sure enough, "decisiveness will be given in vain"......

Feeling that the [Consciousness] in her body was passing rapidly, Feng Xue once again felt the panic feeling of staring at the countdown of her life when she had just crossed over to Infinite City.

However, to his surprise, in addition to Chen Xiyao's line that was continuously providing him with [knowledge], there were dozens of smaller [knowledge] converging.

However, even if all this income is added up, it is less than one-tenth of Feng Xue's daily consumption, counting the [knowledge] that he saved by picking up the real things before, at most ten days, he will disappear completely.

"Ten days? They have captured so much nothing, can't it be that they are perverted and want to see how nothing disappears, right? ”

Feng Xue sighed and began to reflect on this action, but he didn't regret stepping out of that door, after all, if he didn't go out, he would never know what it was like outside, he could keep wandering around the various landfills to be a ten-mile slope sword god, but then?

Don't bully the poor of the young, don't bully the poor of the elderly, the dead are the greatest?

Even if he is equipped with a phantom object, how much power can he have to resist in the face of those bigwigs in the residential area who may already be weird?

The failure of the label this time is enough to prove that the label distributed by Infinite City is just a springboard after all, a channel to obtain knowledge, and if you want to become stronger, you still have to come outside!

Sometimes it's a good thing to not understand what others are saying, at least at this time, the gurgling in the cage around him, about the sound of scolding and begging for mercy, does not affect Feng Xue's thinking, although everyone hates noise, but meaningless noise and meaningful quarrels are different for the diversion of attention after all.

Feng Xue sat in the corner of the cell, shielding the man's black ball by hugging her knees, while looking for parts suitable for refining into phantoms in this "single room".

The cells are typical of a prison, fixed to the walls and floor, immovable hardboard beds, and the windows on the walls have iron bars that can't even stick out of the head, and even if they can break the walls, it's useless, because the other side of the wall is just a playground for the prison to let the wind out.

On the innermost side of the opposite corner of the bed, there was also a toilet, which made Feng Xue understand that this should not be a facility for imprisoning Wu—at least not in the first place.

"If you want to talk about dead ends, it's not that there are no dead ends, but if you want to do something with this dead end, it's a bit of a fool to take people for fools." After patrolling the entire room for a week, Feng Xue felt that he really thought too much, and this damn prison didn't even give him a blanket! Is it possible to deduct some dust on the wall as a baseplate?

How can you refine something?

Quicklime that is bound to blind?

Just when Feng Xue was thinking about what could be used as a base plate, a string of footsteps came to mind, and he didn't care about Chiguo's embarrassment, so he instantly started from a sitting position, rushed to the gate of the fence twice, and stuck his head on the iron fence.

In his field of vision, there was a team of more than a dozen people, most of them were wearing prison guard uniforms or white coats, and a few people were wearing suits, but what finally attracted Feng Xue's attention was the person who was at the forefront and walked with a guy who looked like the leader.

No, it's a bit wrong to say that walking, this person is in a wheelchair, the two trouser legs that droop down from the front are empty, the left half of the face is centered on the eye socket, spreading outward with a hideous scar, and the eyeball as the center is only a hollow eye socket.

He swept the cage one by one with his only remaining right eye, and Feng Xue could deeply feel the coldness contained in that sight, like a poisonous snake.