I rushed into my cell, only to feel a wave of heat rushing towards me, and the pungent stench and smell of burnt blood in the air made it difficult for me to breathe. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

In a short period of time, the fire turned out to be so big.

The two cages on both sides of the prison were full of willow cages, with only a passage in the middle, and the two cages on both sides near the entrance of the prison were already in flames, and the fire had spread to the depths of the cages.

I paused at the door of the prison for a moment, and all I felt was that the clothes on my body were about to burn. The man in the depths of the prison was no longer crying for help, but was coughing incessantly, and the fire was so strong that if he was not burned to death, he would be smoked to death.

I picked up a broken plank from the ground, gritted my teeth and rushed over it, and when I reached the aisle, I felt like it was being roasted, and I could even smell my hair burned. By this time I had crossed the first two cages, the fire on either side was the largest, and after passing through these two cages, the fire was a little smaller, but it was still hot. I didn't dare to stop, so I raised the plank in front of me and continued to rush towards the depths of the prison.

After rushing through five or six cages in a row, the fire grew smaller, but I knew that it would only take a few moments for the fire to burn here.

At this time, the man's voice came from the depths of the cage again: "Is there anyone else, cell leader, Lord Huang, Brother Cui, are you there?"

His words were staccafe, and before he could finish his sentence, he coughed violently. I looked ahead, and saw that the broken cage in front of me had been obscured by thick smoke, and it was difficult to see the road ahead.

I covered my mouth and nose and cried out as I ran forward, "Where are you?"

The man in the depths of the cage seemed to be a little surprised, coughed a few times and shouted, "Here, ...... quickly"

His voice was a little tired, and before he could finish his sentence, he suddenly lost his voice. I was in a hurry, and immediately rushed in the direction of his voice.

The deeper I went, the thicker and more choking the white smoke became, and I rushed some distance, and then I had to slow down, holding the big knife in my right hand, and stretched out my arm to touch it.

By this time I was surrounded by white smoke, and I could see very little distance, but I could still see the tattered cages on either side, and the mutilated corpses lying in the cages. The choking white ginseng and the strong smell of blood in the air were so bad that no matter how tightly I covered my mouth and nose, it wouldn't help.

I fumbled forward for a moment, then called out again, "Where are you?"

The man did not speak, not even coughing.

I groped my way down the aisle, looking left and right as I fumbled forward, hoping to see him. But the further I went, the more frightened I became, for where none of the cages on either side of the aisle were intact, and none of the people in the cages were alive and able-bodied.

As I was groping my way, suddenly, a very soft moan came from a short distance in front of me. I was overjoyed, and the man was already far away from me, and immediately ran towards the moan.

As I walked through two more cages in quick succession, I came to the outside of a ruptured cage, and the moans came from this broken cage, which was the last of the normal cages, and beyond that was the cage for felons.

In the haze, I saw that the willow wood of the cage was broken, and a large hole was broken underneath, and the broken wood was stained with blood, and on the edge of the cage lay a prisoner whose belly had been torn by a worm.

At this moment, the groan in the cage disappeared. The smoke was too big for me to see what was going on with the man in the cage, so I covered my mouth and nose and took a deep breath and shouted into the cage, "Hey, are you still there?"

The man didn't answer me, and I didn't have time to wait outside the cage, so I lowered my body and slipped through the broken hole in the cage. As soon as he got into the cage, his eyes became clear. There were six prisoners in the cage, including the one on death row at the edge of the cage, and four more prisoners on the ground who had their chests open. The cage was a mess, blood was dripping all over the ground, and there were organs everywhere.

At this time, one of the prisoners was sitting against the wall. The prisoner's hair was loose, his eyes were closed, and his face was pale, and he was shaking his head incessantly, and his mouth was making a sound like nothing.

I ran to his side, grabbed him by the shoulder, and said, "Wake up, get out of here with me." ”

But he didn't talk to me, and his head was still shaking slightly, as if he had been hysteriad by the smoke.

The fire in the distance had already burned, and if he had been like this, I was afraid that even I would not have thought of escaping again. Without waiting for him to speak, I pinned the broadsword to my waist, threw away the plank in my hand, grabbed his arm with both hands, and carried him behind me with a gentle pull.

After carrying him on my back, I lowered my body again and got out of the cage. Standing in the hallway, I looked at the cage for the felons, and immediately relentlessly and ran towards the road from which I came. There may be survivors in the cage, but if I go to the cage to look for it, I am afraid that I will not be able to save people, and even my own life will be put into it.

If you can save one, count it as one.

After running back a little further, I saw a raging fire, which burned very quickly, but whenever a spark touched a death row inmate, it would suddenly burst into flames. It's like a fire hitting a fierce fire oil, just a little bit.

The aisle was already half covered by flames, and it seemed that it would only take a few breaths for the aisle to be covered in flames. I lowered my body, and I didn't care about anything else, and I grabbed the arms of the person behind me with both hands and was about to rush down the aisle.

But just when my left foot was raised, the body of the man behind me suddenly trembled violently, he trembled very much, like a big fish jumping around, I didn't grasp one of my hands steadily, and he broke free. I was about to rush forward, but he fell off my back, and I couldn't help but stumble a few steps forward, and he fell heavily to the ground.

I was taken aback, and turned around to reach out to lift him up, but when I turned around, I saw the prisoner tossing and turning on the ground, and his body had changed drastically.

At this time, red hair had grown on the back of his upper body and arms, and it was constantly getting longer and thicker, a face with a painful expression, and the two teeth on both sides of his mouth were constantly turning outward as if they were about to burst. His lower legs were tightly closed, and green mucus was oozing from his legs, and the slime covered his legs tightly as soon as it appeared, as if it was about to melt his legs together.

My heart jerked, and I took the big knife from my waist, and the man took a step back.

Turning into a worm?

I hadn't seen with my own eyes how the Spoard and the underground prisoner turned into worms, one of them became a worm in a cave, and the other a worm under a white cloth. I don't know if the scarcity of the dart master when he turned into a worm was also shaking all over, but I do know that the prisoner in the underground was shaking as much as the prisoner in front of me when he turned into a worm.

A chill ran through my heart, and I never thought that the person I was saving was a person who was about to turn into a worm. The insect transformation that the old man in gray said in his mouth is probably the situation I saw in front of me, right?

"Tsk"

Suddenly, a low cry came out of his mouth, and it seemed like he was involuntarily uttering, like a moan that he couldn't help but let out in the pain he was enduring in his body. It's just that his moaning at this time no longer has the slightest human voice.

Looks like he's about to turn into a worm.

I grabbed my broadsword, jumped in front of him, and slashed off his head, which rolled to the side, blood spurting out of his chest, but it was green. His head was cut off by me, his lower body seemed to suddenly lose strength, stopped shaking, and the headless corpse lay on the ground lifeless. (To be continued.) )