Kebid is a mercenary living in the magical world of the prison, and after mistakenly misjudging the young black dragon who stole the livestock of the townspeople in the intelligence as a giant bat, he successfully defeated the group, and then came to Infinity City, becoming a none.

The story of those years as Wu is lackluster, nothing more than the story of a whitewashed helpless soul who gradually learns about the world in the crisis of dying every day, and then slowly becomes a hyena-like speculator.

Until he was aroused and was about to fight, but he was captured by the cunning people of the present world.

The feeling of being decadent for many years and finally rekindling the blood, being angry and fighting, and wanting to challenge again, but being directly doused with cold water, is quite a cruel blow to anyone.

Squatting in prison, Kebide is actually not too anxious, many years of scavenger life has allowed him to accumulate a large amount of [knowledge], not to mention a year and a half, it is no problem to hold on for a month.

And all he wants is a chance.

After many explorations, he realized that it was not that "the power of the original world had lost its effect", but that "the power of the original world needed to be used as fuel".

This is no different from the counterfeits left in the garbage dump.

Although the name of the fake made him wonder if his original world was just fiction after discovering this fact, and even doubted the authenticity of his own existence, but with the desire for survival again and again, he slowly threw away these philosophical questions - as long as he can become a strange story, no matter whether his previous self is real or not, he will definitely be real in the future!

It's just that the [knowledge] required to explode the fighting spirit can be consumed a lot, especially in the real world, which is multiplied by a multiplier of a thousand, and under his full burst, the accumulation of years can support him for a few minutes of battle at most.

Everyone who walks through the door has a natural perception of the anchor point that connects him, and it is by this perception that he can clearly judge the distance between himself and the door, and that is not a distance that can be covered in a few minutes.

And after seeing the weapons of those despicable people in the world, he also clearly realized that if he fell into the encirclement, his explosive power would not be enough to fight his way out of the encirclement.

So even if he was beaten by the people of the present world, stripped of his clothes, and taken away the phantom object, he endured it, just for the time when he didn't know when it would come.

For example, like the unlucky ghosts before him, he was dragged out for torture or execution.

It's just that he doesn't know whether to say it's good luck or bad luck, he hasn't been selected, which makes him feel a little anxious.

After all, the passage of time itself means that the time for him to burst out of vindictiveness is shortening.

"Click, click......" Kebiid, who was leaning back against the wall, suddenly seemed to hear something, but instead of making a sound, he pretended to be restless, pacing around the cell, carefully searching for the source of the sound.

As someone who was also thinking about how to escape from prison, he hadn't done nothing these days, including observing the outside from the narrow window, standing in front of the cell door and observing the layout around him, and of course, these actions had also attracted a few beatings, but it was obviously nothing - at least his current simple pacing motion was not so abrupt.

After a while, he followed the small voice to his bed, and lay on the bed without pretentiousness, the bed board of this prison is a whole bed board through the wall, so every two prisons actually share a bed board, so he guessed that this was about the person next door, trying to convey some message to him.

It's just that...... How can two people who don't understand each other's language communicate across a wall?

Kebide listened to the sound from the junction between the bed board and the wall, and with the movement of turning over, he tentatively tapped lightly a few times.

Sure enough, a subtle voice came along the other side:

"Don't be quiet, I have the ability to quickly grasp most languages, and you can shout what you want to say in a way that pretends to be venting and shouting."

Although the voice was small, but under the concentrated listening of Kebide, he clearly caught the words that seemed to be murmuring, he narrowed his eyes, and then bounced off the bed board violently, as if in a frenzy, and began to shout frantically like the disappearing nothingness around him:

"What are you looking for me?"

"Interested in jailbreaking?" The voice was still soft, but it was full of power in Kebiid's ears.

Without changing his posture, he banged on the wall and shouted:

"What are your plans?"

"I'll teach you some other language, and you shout it out loud so that you can contact those noose, and we will discuss a plan to escape from prison, and take advantage of not having to sleep, and do it together at about three o'clock in the morning when the people in the world are most sleepy. When the time comes, everyone will rush out together, and as for whether you can survive or not, it depends on your own ability. ”

Kebiid kept the hysterical roar in his mind, thinking slightly, and then added language to the roar:

"Haven't you already reached a cooperation with those outsiders?"

"They want to monopolize my power, and I need knowledge."

Concise words, but full of persuasiveness, this is the helplessness that only Wu can understand.

Kebide thought about it for a while, and felt that this matter could be gambled, he didn't dare to go out, because he was worried about being set on fire, but as long as someone shared the firepower, he had the confidence to rely on the strength of the fighting spirit to fight his way out of the encirclement.

If you're lucky, you might even be able to earn some knowledge back by killing those jailers.

As for the others, we are not familiar with them!

Kebide didn't worry about Feng Xue pit him at all, or that there was not much point in pit at this time, it would not be good for Feng Xue to die by himself, even if he didn't pit him, he would have to disappear after a while.

is also dead, it is better to fight than to live with a countdown to life every day.

Such thoughts are obviously not only for Kebid, or rather, if they did not have such an awareness, they would not have ventured through that door.

They are all scavengers, hyenas, and how can they not have two brushes if they dare to walk through the wild to the destruction landfill?

As Kebide continued to imitate Feng Xue's pronunciation and let out a shout in the cell, one after another echoes also sounded.

No one worries about whistleblowing, because it has been proven that no one can communicate with the jailer except the initiator of the escape.

As for the initiators pit them, this is indeed a problem that needs to be considered, but as long as the "motive" is taken into account, it is found that this worry is a bit redundant, and in the end, everyone is more inclined to fight than to stay in prison and wait for death, especially for those who are slightly insufficient in their own reserves, this is the only chance.

Thus, the loudest conspiracy in history to escape from prison began at this moment.

Among the many ghosts howling, only Feng Xue sat quietly on the bed board, flipping through the Yanwei dictionary while letting out bursts of muttering muttered that was muttered by the howl......