The dungeon was quiet, and only the sound of the ink knife's footsteps remained......

Soon, the ink knife returned to its original place. I saw a group of people standing in front of Niuniu's cell, reaching into the cell door and holding it hard.

"Give it to me!" someone roared.

"It's been a long time since I've tasted that, little sister, please give it to me......" someone prayed.

More remained silent, just squeezed into the cell, as if trying to pass through the cracks in the bars.

The crowd is like a fallen soul in hell, turned into the walking dead. In their eyes, there is only that desire.

Blood, there was still blood in their mouths, it wasn't an injury, it was just the blood of their own kind. But the blood could not satisfy them.

They aspire to be human again, but do they still have a chance......

At this moment, the girl and the woman have all hid in the corner.

The woman looked very scared, so scared that she trembled all over, and there were tears in the corners of her eyes. I was so scared that I had to hold on to the wall of my cell even when I was standing. Despite this, she still stood in front of Niuniu and completely protected Niuniu with her body.

"This is what Niuniu left for her sister!" Niuniu's expression also had fear in her face, because she had never seen such a terrible "person". It's just that there is no compromise in Niuniu's tone.

Niu Niu obeyed and threw the apple out. The woman said. She feared that the group would break in sooner or later. By that time, she and Niu Niu had only one fate, to be eaten. Thinking that she might be eaten, the woman trembled even more.

"No! this is for my sister, no one wants to snatch it away!" Niuniu's tone was still firm.

"You ......" the woman was speechless in anger. Although she was moved in her heart, she was moved that Niuniu would rather not eat enough, but also leave half an apple for her.

But at the moment, women want to live more.

snatched half of the apple from Niuniu's hand, and the woman was about to throw it to the group of "people" outside.

At this moment, the woman thought of the ink knife, not to let the ink knife save her, the woman was just complaining. Since the appearance of the ink knife, the woman feels that Niuniu is no longer as obedient to her words as before.

Ever since the advent of the ink knife, the woman has felt that there is danger around her.

It was precisely because of the ink knife that the woman felt that she would be caught.

At this moment, the woman attributed all the grievances and grievances in her heart to the ink knife.

"Sister, what are you doing!" Niu Niu said and hugged the woman, trying to stop her. But the half apple had already flown in the air, into the crowd.

Looking at the apples flying towards them, people went crazy in an instant. They jumped up, trying to grab the apple in their hands.

It's just that none of them did, because a black figure instantly appeared above the crowd, holding the half apple in his hand.

If you encounter fire ants, the moment the ink knife appears, the crowd disperses instantly.

It's just that none of them left, staring greedily at the ink knife. Or, rather, staring at the apple in the hand of the ink knife.

In the end, someone couldn't help but shoot and threw himself at the ink knife.

The crowd should have rushed up, but before they could move, they saw the person who took the lead and flew out with a scream.

The man flew far away and didn't stop until he hit the wall.

Fell to the ground, and his chest collapsed unnaturally. He wasn't dead, for the collapsed chest was floating slightly. But soon, a man ran out of the crowd, came to him, and gave him the fatal blow. He then dragged him back to his cell.

No one dares to make a move at this moment......

They didn't move, but the ink knife did.

In order to find an exit, there will always be a time for the ink knife to leave. He had to deal with the dangers that might exist near Niu Niu, and the group of people in front of him was one of those dangers.

The movement of the ink knife is very fast, like lightning in the rain, shuttling through the crowd. Every time he struck, one fell.

It was a one-sided massacre, even though Ink Knife didn't kill a single person with his own hands.

"Run!" Finally, someone shouted. Flee with the crowd.

It's just that they couldn't get faster than the ink knife in the end, and they were all caught up by the ink knife and knocked down with one blow.

"Don't ...... Don't kill...... Don't kill me. At this moment, there is only one middle-aged man left, his pants are dripping with yellow water, and he is kneeling on the ground and kowtowing. The blood on his head had stained the ground red, but he did not stop.

"Kill them all. Ink Knife commanded. He could never kill with his own hands, so he deliberately left one behind.

"Huh?" the middle-aged man was stunned, he didn't understand why the ink knife didn't do it himself.

"Go, or die. "The ink knife threatened.

"Go, I'll go!!" Why didn't Mo Dao kill people with his own hands, it didn't matter to the middle-aged, he just wanted to live.

From the pocket of his clothes, the middle-aged man took out a dagger. A dagger made of stone, with a little blood on it.

He came near a man who was lying on the ground and wailing in a low voice. His legs had been broken by the ink knife.

"Save ...... Help me. The man whispered for help. With supplication in his eyes, with hope. The only thing that could respond to him was a dagger.

With a pop, the dagger pierced the man's throat, and blood gushed out.

He drew his dagger and approached the second man.

"Help me......" the man was crying for help.

Middle-aged people are still indifferent......

One...... Two...... Three...... The middle-aged man kept repeating the action of stabbing the dagger into his throat and pulling it out again.

In the face of those who have no power to fight back, the middle-aged man has no mercy. It was as if he had killed no man, but the animal for human consumption.

Guilt? There is no such completely useless emotion, he just wants to live, and he can do anything to survive.

Eventually, the people on the ground were turned into corpses...... But the blood of the men on the earth became lighter.

"I ...... Can I go? The middle-aged man asked the ink knife. His body was still shaking. In his opinion, the ink knife is even more cold-blooded than him. Even though he killed those people.

"Take the body away. Mo Dao said, he didn't want Niuniu to be frightened by the corpse on the ground.

"This ......" The middle-aged man wanted to say that there were so many corpses, and he couldn't handle them alone. But when he saw the gaze of the ink knife, he finally swallowed the words back.

The middle-aged man dragged the corpse to his cell.

One, two,

When the middle-aged man was about to drag the third corpse, a strange scene happened.

And behold, the ground seemed to come alive, and began to squirm. And with every wriggling of the ground, a corpse disappears.

At this moment, the ground was like a monster eating corpses.

"Hell!" the middle-aged man shouted, and ran away in an instant.

didn't chase it, and the ink knife was also shocked by the scene in front of him.

He has seen immortals, he has seen demons, but he has never seen ghosts, and Modao does not believe that there are ghosts in this world, if there is a reason why he has never seen himself......

Looking at the ground that was squirming and devouring corpses, Modao felt that there must be something strange under the ground. Maybe it has something to do with this strange dungeon designed by the immortals.

But what's down there?