Everyone walked forward together, the passage was getting lower and lower, and even the bald pen man had to bow his head, but fortunately the road was not far, only a dozen meters away, and he arrived at a passage.

In fact, it is more similar to a corridor, three meters high, with a steel wall about three meters square on the left and an earthen wall on the right, but also reinforced with wood.

But the corridor was much wider than the passage just now, Tong Baixiong entered the secret room, moved his body comfortably, and Jiangnan Siyou also walked in one after another.

But the footsteps were a little more careful, Tong Baixiong glanced at a few people, Huang Zhonggong took out the key in a funny way, and leaned on the side of the secret room.

opened the lid more than ten inches square, looked at the light, and hurriedly whispered, "I'm still sleeping." ”

"Humph!" Tong Baixiong saw that Huang Zhonggong was afraid of waking up the other party, and knew that this was a matter of accumulating power for many years, and he was also angry, so he couldn't help but snort coldly.

Directly put his hand on the door and began to knock, through this narrow tunnel, a stomach fire can't be sprinkled, so he competes with this iron door, and is venting to the people inside.

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Time has been reversed by half an hour.

"Ah-" Zhang Qing exclaimed, wiped the beads of sweat on his body, only to feel extremely slippery, already soaked into the dirt on his body, touched his head, as if the pain just now was like an illusion, it was gone, and there was a sense of comfort.

"How did I become him?" He tried to open his eyes and look around, but he found nothing, nothing but endless darkness.

And under the impact of the information just now, Zhang Qing also understood that this is the memory of letting me go, this old guy was killed by Dongfang Undefeated, and he occupied the magpie's nest and became the other party.

"Let me do it, I'm the fucking old guy." He lay weakly on the straw mat, all thoughts in despair.

"And it's still at this time, just go to prison and do whatever I want, God, don't play with me like this, okay, I don't have many postures."

He has read Xiaoao Jianghu, and he has read all the works of the old man Jin Yong, although he can't recite it backwards, but he is also familiar with it.

It is recorded in the book that Ren Wuxing stayed in the black prison for more than ten years, and was rescued from West Lake Meizhuang by Xiang Wentian and Ling Hu Chong.

Linghu Chong just entered the dungeon is also his current treatment, a black room, iron chains.

When he was reading the book, he didn't care, but now that he really came in, he found that there was no light in this black prison, and the smell of damp earth mixed with the peculiar rancid stench of the depths of the earth made him a little uncomfortable, and he even felt that his nostrils were stuffed with two lumps of dirt, and he couldn't breathe.

This kind of environment can't be withstood by myself for three or two days, let alone more than ten years, and the despair during this period cannot be solved in a few words like ten years in the book.

Thinking of his life in this black prison day after day for more than ten years in the future, Zhang Qing's heart is already like ashes.

Lying in bed, his eyes mechanically open and closed, wanting to see something new, and even more so to discover that it was an illusion.

At this moment, the memory in my brain seemed to be cut off, and all the memories of what I could do seemed to flow back again, all rushing to a point.

"Ahh Zhang Qing's brain suffered again, and even his body couldn't help but roll, the amplitude became bigger and bigger, and it hit the iron wall with a dull sound.

The pain seemed to sink into the soul, and every cell in the body went into a blender to shatter and then knead back into its original state.

The pain after crossing the crossing was still passable, but now he was unusually awake, unable to coma at all, and could only let out a miserable howl.

I don't know how long it took, but the pain suddenly receded like a tide, and my body felt refreshed again.

"Whew..." Zhang Qing kept panting, it was too painful just now, his whole body was sweating like pulp, the sweat invaded his eyes, his hands trembled and wiped his face, wiped the sweat stains on his face, and even felt his arms a little heavy when he shook his hand.

"What happened just now? Could it be the sequelae of the crossing? His mind was swirling, but the exhaustion from the pain came over him and he fell into a deep sleep.

Zhang Qing was still asleep, but he only heard a sharp knock on the door, obviously the person who knocked on the door was a little impatient.

"Who's disturbing people's sleep." Zhang Qing woke up in a coma, hazy, obviously sleeping too deeply, forgetting what happened to him, and still a little angry when he got up, complaining.

"Disturbing the rest of the sect leader, his subordinates deserve death." Although Tong Baixiong's words were respectful, his tone was frivolous, obviously he didn't put it in his eyes, and he gathered an oil lamp in his hand and shone it in.

Zhang Qing finally came to his senses, opened his eyes, but the eyes in front of him were a little astringent, and he quickly closed them slightly.

But I saw the lights flickering, and I was blocked, and I vaguely saw a huge head appear in front of me.

"What to do? What to do? Zhang Qing was instantly sober, although he lived in the black prison and was still alive, but he was found to be resurrecting his soul by borrowing a corpse, and it was estimated that he would die without a place to be buried.

"Sect Master? Master? Tong Baixiong screamed amusedly.

His eyes were staring at Ren Xing, but when he saw Ren Wu Xing's eyes glazed, he couldn't help but wonder in his heart, "Could it be that Ren Wu Xing has gone insane under the blow of usurpation?" ”

Zhang Qing finally saw his environment clearly with the help of the light.

I was in a room made of steel, and even the bed was made of steel, growing directly from the ground.

There were only three foreign objects, a straw mat, and a useless wooden basin, as well as his own clothes.

Directly opposite him was a large iron gate, and there was a square hole in the middle of the big iron door, which was about enough for the wooden basin to pass through, and the previous lights and Tong Baixiong's head flashed from here.

"Who is this man? How do I not recognize? Didn't I cross over and let it go? What about the memories that I can do with it?

Just now, it's still there, and so big of my memory is gone? Where are the memories of my super master who have endured so many pains? ”

Zhang Qing's ground was like ashes, and all the memories of his predecessor who had just been in a coma were taken away by the pain.

Tong Baixiong looked at the person in front of him, and he had a feeling of being bored, and now he was mentally disordered, and he couldn't raise the slightest interest in himself.

With a wave of their hands, the others waited in line to visit the Prison.

Zhang Qing then saw a skull, and a bald two eyes, flashing in the square hole, under this light, you can star in a ghost movie, these two people give Zhang Qing no less horror than Tong Baixiong's head.

The only thing that comforted him was that the bald scoop actually handed over a food plate, and the taste of the food was so strong that it made Zhang Qing's stomach scream at the right time.

But the bald pen man was scared, and the food plate in his hand almost slipped off, but fortunately, the body muscle memory was strong and took the plate.

"What's the situation?" Although Tong Baixiong didn't care, his mind was always on Ren Xing, and Nuoda's head appeared on the square hole again.

Zhang Qing only heard a loud shout, and the square hole was full of energy, and his heart was even more flustered, if it wasn't for the fact that he caught the wooden plate in advance, he grabbed it relatively firmly, and the food in his hand almost fell to the ground.

Tong Baixiong looked around, but found nothing unusual, and stared at him fiercely.

Zhang Qing only felt that there was endless pressure at this glance, and the murderous aura in the other party's eyes made him feel like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood falling on him.

"Run!"

Only this word swirled in Zhang Qing's mind, but his body seemed to be frozen, motionless, and suddenly felt a sense of relaxation.

I just feel a light in my eyes.

Zhang Qing unexpectedly found himself riding a horse, galloping on a dirt road, stirring up dust, the surrounding scenery flashed rapidly, and occasionally drooping branches hit his body and hurt.

"Where am I?"

"Am I not in jail?"

"How did you get out of prison?"

Before Zhang Qing could figure it out, he saw a branch appear in front of him, and he was about to collide.

"Ahh Screaming in fright, intending to wave his limbs to pluck away the branches.

But the limbs were indifferent, and he didn't even hear his own cry.

The body was still driving the horse with all his might, and the oncoming branches were easily dodged by him.

After a while, the horse slowed down, but the body spontaneously barked, and in a moment the horse stopped.

"What's going on?" Zhang Qing's mind was in chaos, why did he suddenly change from a black prison to another world? Why can't I command my body?