Zhou Tong stared at the stone wall, his eyes getting deeper and deeper, more and more gloomy, like two ghost fires.

That faint vibration seemed very ordinary, but it meant something terrible to the underground world with layers of stable and protected formations - someone touched the formation of Zhou Prison, and it was not like an insect thrown into a spider's web, like a luthier stretched out his fingers, pulled a string, and played it gently.

Zhou Tong stared at the stone wall, but did not notice that a drop of water had fallen from the crack in the stone wall at the top of the cell.

The ground is very damp, and even though there is a formation to isolate it, there are still many places seeping water on the surrounding stone walls, and even in this relatively dry cell, this picture does not seem abrupt. The problem was that the drop fell on the spout of the flask.

The dampness in the soil was filtered through layers of gravel and formations, and when it seeped out of the stone wall, there was no trace of impurities, and it was as clear as dewdrops.

The drop of dew silently slid down the slender porcelain spout and into the flask.

At this moment, Zhou Tong turned around.

Xue He said: "Chen Changsheng should feel it, he will guess that you are here." ”

Zhou notified, that's why he was in a hurry to leave.

He didn't know who the person who touched the formation was, and he was actually able to go deep into the Zhou Prison.

The man should still be some distance away, but he decided to leave without hesitation.

As Xue He said, it is very likely that that person wants to inform the people on the ground of his specific location through this means.

He said calmly: "All along, there are many people who want me to die. ”

"Me too. ”

Xue He picked up the wine jug in front of him and filled the empty glass.

Zhou Tong picked up the wine jug and filled his own glass.

Xue He raised his wine glass and said, "I wish you a slow death." ”

Death is a terrible thing, but if the process is fast enough, or can it be called painful, if it is slow, then only pain remains.

Zhou Tong smiled, clinked glasses with him gently, and then brought it to his lips to drink it all.

"No matter how fast Chen Changsheng's sword is, it is impossible for him to come here so quickly. ”

Zhou Tong's gaze looked at the stone wall that had quieted down again.

This is the most secret and safest hiding place he arranged for himself, but at this time, he did not hesitate to choose to abandon it and find another place to hide.

No matter how much Xue He hated this person, he had to admit that this kind of decision was really powerful to the extreme, and at the same time he was a little curious, and asked: "Although I don't know how big the wind and snow are today, I can imagine that there are not many places in Kyoto at this time to ensure your safety, where can you go?"

"Rabbits have three holes in case they can escape, let alone those of us who are humans. ”

Zhou Tong said: "You will definitely feel sorry, a wicked person like me is really not easy to die, at least I won't die today." ”

After saying this, he didn't say anything more, walked out of the cell, and walked down the dim alleyway, towards the darker front.

The bean-like lights on both sides of the alleyway were very similar to the faint light in his eyes at this time, all of them were faint ghost fires.

His figure faded into the end of the alleyway, as if heading towards hell, until he sank into the deepest darkness.

Through the iron bar, Xue He kept looking at Zhou Tong's back, silent, and watched for a long time, until Zhou Tong disappeared, still looking over there.

It's not that he has any emotion, and it's not because of some complicated emotions that do exist in his heart at this time, he just wants to make sure that Zhou Tong really left.

Water droplets fell again on the stone walls of the roof, and then on the side walls, there was a grinding sound.

Two hard stones were removed, and a lump of mud was squeezed out of it.

It wasn't real mud, but a man who had lived in the dirt for dozens of days.

On the night of the change of Tianshu Mausoleum, Chen Changsheng was taken to Tianshu Mausoleum by the Holy Queen, and Tang Tang was tied back to Wenshui by the second master of the Tang family, and then folded his sleeves and disappeared.

No one has ever found any trace of him again, neither the imperial court nor the Imperial Palace, nor the National Religious Academy.

It turned out that he had been hiding in the alley of the North Bing Division, but deep underground.

If you look closely, it's long and complicated, but it's actually quite simple.

He replanted the begonia tree and dug a tree pit in the courtyard, from which he jumped and stayed underground until now.

No one knows how he survived these dozens of days.

But it's a normal thing for folded sleeves.

He is a wolf, with unimaginable patience and perseverance, in order to capture prey, he can wait for a long time, can endure hunger and thirst that humans cannot bear, in order to kill the sentinel cavalry of the demons, he often lies in the depths of the snow, a lurking is dozens of days, although the snow is much softer than the soil, but it is also much colder.

Zhou Tong was the most powerful in his hunting experience, and the prey he wanted to kill the most, so he paid more patience and of course paid a lot of price.

His face was pale and extremely thin, and his eyes, though still cold and focused, were noticeably weaker than they were on the ground.

Xue He looked at him and asked, "You touched the formation?"

"No, I don't know the formation, and I don't know that Chen Changsheng will come. ”

The voice of the folded sleeves was very hoarse, because there was very little water to drink in the past ten days, and also because there were very few words spoken.

Xue He remembered the day he had just been imprisoned in this deepest cell, and the voice coming from the stone wall was low and hoarse.

At that time, he didn't know who was in the stone wall, people were still ghosts, but after listening to what the other party said, even if the other party was really a ghost, he would cooperate with the other party.

Xue He reached out and pulled out the golden thorn from his blood-stained shirt, his brows furrowed slightly, and he let out a muffled snort of pain.

More than a dozen golden thorns were pulled out, but only one-third of their true length, which was prepared in advance by him and the folded sleeves.

In the original plan, he had to cooperate with the folding sleeves to find a way to poison Zhou Tong, and then drag on as long as possible until Zhou Tong was poisoned, and the folding sleeves broke through the wall and joined forces with him to make trouble. At the beginning, the reality went more smoothly than imagined, and the poisoning was successfully completed, but unexpectedly, someone touched the formation and scared Zhou Tong away.

Obviously, the person hiding in the shadows didn't know about the existence of the folding sleeves, and of course he didn't know the plan to fold the sleeves, but he also wanted to die.

Xue He said: "You go and inform Chen Changsheng, and I will chase Zhou Tong." ”

Folding his sleeves did not say anything against it, but it did not mean that he acquiesced, only that he would not listen to Xue He's words at all.

He handed a bunch of keys to Xue He, walked out of the cell, and walked in the direction where Zhou Tong had disappeared.

At first, he walked very slowly, because of weakness, and because of the dozens of days, he had been crawling in the dirt, and he had not walked on his feet for a long time.

It didn't take long for his movements to become coordinated, not very fast, but steady enough.

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In the dark alleyway, Zhou Tong walked forward, turning every step he went, and from time to time the door would fall and be covered by the dirt.

The underground alley was already as dense as a spider's web, and after such a method, it became even more complicated, he believed that even if someone helped Chen Changsheng break through the siege of the imperial court, Chen Changsheng found the true location of Zhou Prison and killed him underground, there was no way to find himself.

Thinking of this, he felt a lot more relieved, and reached out and touched his chest.

His brow furrowed as he noticed that his heart was beating a little faster, and he didn't know if it was because he was walking too fast or something else.

Like what...... Fear.

He didn't want to admit that he was scared, he took a deep breath, secretly lucking the true yuan, ready to make his heartbeat calmer.

The true element ran smoothly in the meridians, like water flowing in a canal, and suddenly, it encountered a shore that could not be crossed.

He felt a sharp pain in his chest.

He began to vomit blood.

The blood was black.

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(This is Kill Week Season 2.) When the first season of Killing Week was written in the last volume, everyone knew from the chapter name that Zhou Tong would not die at that time, I would kill him very seriously, today is Christmas Eve, I wish you all a good time, but the important thing is to say it again as in previous years: girls, please pay attention to safety measures. ）