For some reason, the dungeon suddenly became quiet, so quiet that no one cried anymore, so quiet that no one called for help, so quiet that only the sound of soft footsteps remained.

People, many people, when suddenly a group of people appeared, behind the ink knife, surrounded the ink knife.

Those people were very thin, the thin ones were only bones, the thin ones even staggered when they walked, but their eyes were very bright, unusually bright, and there was greed and longing in those eyes. It's like a hunter in the cold of winter, who waits for a long time and finally finds his prey.

Turning around, Modao looked at the prison doors that had been opened from the inside, and knew everything in an instant. These people were not locked in a cell by the immortals, it was they who locked them up. Why do you do this, just look at the eyes of those people, and the ink knife will understand. It's just that why the immortal wants to do this, but the ink knife doesn't understand.

"Eat him today. Without warning, a voice suddenly came from the crowd. The voice was like a command, an order that everyone was waiting for. The next moment, the crowd rushed frantically towards the ink knife. If you look closely, you can even see drooling from the corners of their mouths.

Looking at the person in front of him, he can't even be called a human anymore. The ink knife struck.

Guilt, unbearable, and facing the person in front of him, these emotions will not appear in Modao's heart. As long as he lives, as long as he has the opportunity to destroy immortals, Modao doesn't mind doing anything, anything evil in the eyes of ordinary people.

Because of the ring, the ink knife still didn't kill anyone, but unlike the robbers last time, this time the ink knife shot was heavier. I don't know when I'll be able to escape from the dungeon, and the ink knife doesn't allow the slightest threat to himself, to threaten Niu Niu, to threaten the existence of a woman.

The moment the ink knife rushed into the crowd, the screams also rang out. In an instant, stumps and severed arms were scattered all over the ground, and blood stained almost the entire dungeon red.

But even if the ink knife is hit hard, no matter how seriously injured, these people still rush to the ink knife without their lives. Why? They already have food to feed their hunger, and those who have fallen to the ground are helpless, and they can eat as they please. But they just rushed to the side of the ink knife, wielding an arm that was so thin that any man in the prime of life could break it at the ink knife. It's just because they know that the ink knife is very strong, and everyone knows it from the moment the ink knife is shot, and those who keep the ink knife will one day, it will be themselves who will be eaten.

But no matter how they struggled and how they wanted to put the ink knife to death, the gap in strength could not be crossed after all.

The dungeon is quieter......

The ground was full of people, and their bloody bodies squirmed slowly, like insect repellents, and they tried to get to the top in order to survive, but they didn't have a chance to do so. A pair of hands reached out from the darkness and dragged them into an even darker abyss.

It was a group of timid people, and because they were timid, they did not participate in the hunt for ink knives. Because they were timid, they didn't get out of the cell, and because they were timid, these people were still alive and well.

But can they really be called human?

Looking at the 'people' who are like wild dogs, dragging food into their own territory and carefully hiding. The ink knife was stunned suddenly, eating people in order to survive, the ink knife didn't think there was anything wrong with this, more cruel things than this, the ink knife has experienced, but such a cruel picture is not something that a child can bear, nor is it something that a child should bear.

The ink knife thought of Niu Niu......

When Modao turned around and saw the woman covering Niuniu's eyes, Modao sighed in his heart, he was glad to ......

It's just that the fierceness in the woman's eyes is even thicker.

"Sister, why are you covering Niuniu's eyes, Niuniu can't see anything. Niu Niu said dissatisfiedly.

"Sister, what about uncle? How is uncle? Are those people coming out to bite people again? Have they bitten uncle?"

"No, he's fine. The woman's voice was cold. Women have never figured out why Niu Niu is so obsessed with knowing how to ink the knife.

"Hurry up and let go of Niuniu, Niuniu wants to see her uncle, Niuniu has a lot to say to her uncle. Niu Niu struggled and finally broke free from the woman's hands.

"Don't ......," Modao exclaimed.

"Uncle, what's wrong with you?" Niuniu was surprised.

Without the slightest fright, looking at Niuniu's still innocent gaze, the ink knife turned around, only to find that the 'food' had long been gone, and even the stumps and broken arms had been picked up clean. Modao didn't expect that these people's movements would be so fast.

"Nothing ......," said Inkknife.

"Uncle, come in, it's dangerous outside. People here bite. Niuniu said, walked to the prison door, stretched out her little hand, and wanted to open the prison door, but instantly a hand stretched out from behind Niuniu and closed the prison door.

"He can't come in. The woman said.

"Why don't you let your uncle in!" said Niu Niu angrily.

"There's no why, I just can't say no!"

Niuniu pulled the door hard, because of the force, Niuniu's little face was red, but she was a child after all, and her strength was not as strong as a woman. couldn't pull the door, and Niuniu began to cry.

But the woman's attitude is very resolute, no matter how Niuniu cries, her hand is always pressed against the prison door.

"I won't pay attention to my sister in the future!" Niuniu turned her back angrily, put her hands on her waist, and pouted angrily.

Looking at Niuniu's puffed appearance, Modao shook his head, and unconsciously brought a little smile on his face. There was no forced entry into the cell, although that would have been easy for the Ink Knife. Turning around, Modao stood quietly outside the prison door, acting as a guard.

"Uncle, are you angry? Seeing the ink knife turn around, Niuniu asked.

"Nope. In the face of Niu Niu, the voice of the ink knife will always be unconsciously gentle. Even the ink knife itself doesn't know why.

"It's all my sister's fault, don't let my uncle in, what if the bad guys come out and bite my uncle. Uncle, don't be afraid, Niu Niu protects you. Niu Niu said as she waved her little fist.

"Good. Modao said.

"Uncle, do you want to see Niuniu's paintings? You must not guess what Niuniu painted. ”

"What were you drawing?"

"Hee-hee, uncle, look. Niu Niu said, letting go. There was a very rudimentary painting leaking from the ground, and it was so ugly that it was so ugly that it was impossible to see what it was drawing. It can only be roughly seen from the outline that it is a person. The man's hair was long, as long as the hair of an ink knife, and the man's clothes were black, so black that there was no other color. And beside the man stood a knife quietly, a three-foot long knife.

The knife was so delicately drawn that it was hard to believe it was from a child. And that knife is the knife in the hand before the ink knife. It's just that the ink knife didn't see the knife, because a voice drew his gaze.