The Ink Knife is taken into the dungeon, which is dark and does not see light. 35xs

There was only the sound of dripping water, which came from time to time.

There was a smell of blood in the cold.

The moment he entered the dungeon, Modao saw many eyes, but there was no trace of brilliance in those eyes, and they were dim, like dead people.

Most of them were scrawny, clutching the bars with one hand, and they didn't know what they were looking at, and they were stunned.

Even if a newcomer like Modao arrived, he wouldn't make any sound, and the silence was a little scary.

"Get in. A voice rang out, and the iron door opened, and the ink knife was pushed into the dungeon.

It is said to be a dungeon, but in fact it is nothing more than a cave, there are no separate rooms, and everyone is locked together.

Entering the dungeon, Modao saw Li Kun at a glance.

Na Li Kun was crouching in the corner, arms clasped on his knees, curled together.

I don't know what he's been through here, but now he looks down, his face covered with dirt, like a beggar.

A pair of eyes covered in bloodshots, as if he hadn't slept in many days.

Looking at Li Kun like this, Modao knew that this dungeon was by no means simple.

What Li Kun is capable of, he knows, and he can torture Li Kun like this, so he can imagine the danger of this dungeon.

didn't come forward to talk, although Li Kun was the only person he knew with Modao here, but he was just an acquaintance.

What's more, even if some information about the dungeon came out of his mouth, Ink Knife wouldn't believe it.

Mo Dao didn't step forward to answer, but Li Kun suddenly ran over.

Seeing the ink knife, Li Kun was rolling and climbing, where is there still a little master.

Seeing Li Kun rushing forward, Modao expected that he would ask about Li Ziya's current situation, but he didn't want Li Kun to only say three words.

"Kill me. Li Kun's voice was full of pleading. As he spoke, for some reason, his body was shaking, as if he was enduring some kind of pain.

Tears and snot were all over his face.

Looking at Li Kun's abnormal appearance, the ink knife was even more sure that this dungeon was by no means simple.

It's just that why did Li Kun let himself kill him? Mo Dao didn't understand.

It was the first time he had seen such a request made.

If you feel pain and want to use death to relieve yourself, then suicide is enough, why do you have to do it again?

What's more, Modao couldn't understand what made a person with extraordinary skills become like this in such a short period of time.

"Kill...... Kill me, while I still have my senses, while I can still control myself, kill me, quickly!!" At the end of his words, Li Kun almost roared.

"Why. Ink Knife asked in a calm voice. Don't say that he can't kill, even if he can kill, he won't help Li Kun in front of him to contact the pain. 35xs, unless Na Li Kun can give an equivalent reward.

"You don't have to ask why, I only asked you to kill me, haven't you always wanted to kill me. Do it now, I will not resist. Li Kun kept urging the ink knife, as if the ink knife didn't make a move, there would be no chance.

But the more he did this, the less the ink knife would move.

"I never wanted to kill you. Mo Dao said, but he never thought of killing Li Kun. He just wanted to kill someone, and it didn't matter who that person was.

"I don't care if you ever thought about killing me, now! I order you to kill me!" Li Kun suddenly became excited, and the expression on his face became hideous.

"Why?" asked the ink knife aloud.

"For if you do not kill me with your hands, I will kill you. As he spoke, Na Li Kun came horizontally with one palm, turned one hand into a claw, and went straight to the throat of the ink knife.

Seeing Li Kun suddenly move, the ink knife instinctively swung the knife.

The broken knife has always been on the ink knife, and the person who brought the ink knife to the dungeon did not take the ink knife blade, because he disdains it, because the ink knife's knife is just a broken rusty iron broken knife, and even if it is taken, it is worthless.

With a wave of his hand, he slashed at Li Kun and stretched out a single claw.

But at the moment of swinging the knife, Modao suddenly found that Li Kun's eyes had changed, as if some kind of conspiracy had succeeded.

Seeing this, the ink knife suddenly stopped the movement in his hand. Let Li Kun grab his throat.

Who knows, Na Li Kun also stopped abruptly when one claw was less than an inch away from the throat of the ink knife. Then he gave a vicious look at the ink knife and walked away without saying a word.

Looking at Li Kun's back, Modao didn't understand what was going on, so that Li Kun was bent on death.

At this moment, an old man suddenly walked up to the ink knife, reached out and patted the ink knife on the shoulder.

Feeling someone tap on his shoulder, the ink knife was startled, and he didn't even notice when the old man had come to him.

If the old man wanted to kill him just now, the ink knife would never be able to make any resistance.

"Don't be afraid, young man. The old man said slowly, with a hint of a smile on the corner of his mouth, and a pair of eyes looking at the ink knife with a little appreciation. It's like saying, "You're good." ”

Modao also saw the old man clearly at this time.

The old man was ordinary-looking, with gray hair and wrinkles on his face. Leaning on his body made his already short body look even shorter.

It's just that this old man is different from the others, his eyes are full of energy, and there is no dull expression on his face, but always with a smile.

"Old man, what kind of place is this. Modao asked aloud. Among this group of people, the old man in front of him was the only one who was quite normal that Modao saw.

"A dungeon, of course. Flash," said the old man.

"I didn't mean that, I wanted to ask ......" Modaoxiang asked, what was there here, what tortured this group of people like this, and why did Li Kun let someone else kill him.

However, in the middle of his sentence, Mo Dao was suddenly interrupted by a voice.

"Put the rice. A voice came, it was the man who had imprisoned the ink knife and entered.

At the moment he was pushing a wooden cart, and the wooden cart was full of fish.

Seeing such a sumptuous meal, Modao couldn't help but wonder why he was imprisoned in the dungeon and could still enjoy this kind of treatment.

Although he was puzzled, the ink knife did not refuse the sumptuous meal. He wasn't worried that Qianwenjiao would poison the food, or that reason, if Qianwenzhai wanted to kill him, he would have done it a long time ago, and he didn't have to use this method at all.

Except for the ink knife and the old man, the others looked at the food on the wooden cart and looked hesitant.

There are even many people who are gritting their teeth and their expressions are hideous and terrifying, as if they are resisting something.

There are also some people, after seeing the food, like a serious person seeing the antidote, frantically rushing towards the food and swallowing it heavily.

After eating, an expression of satisfaction is instantly revealed.

In a moment, a happy smile began to appear on the face that had always been insensitive and expressionless, and some people began to laugh wildly.

And at first, those who were still struggling to resist eventually took the food from the wooden cart, and although they still struggled and resisted, they finally swallowed the food in their hands.

As for Li Kun, at the moment when the wooden cart appeared, he resisted the most, as if the whole person was fighting with his body.

Trembling all over, he gritted his teeth, as if swearing never to touch a single food or water on the wooden cart.

But in the end, he walked to the wooden cart and took the food. While eating, he muttered softly.

"For the last time...... Last ......"

But when Li Kun swallowed the food, the expression on his face suddenly changed, no longer painful, but full of happiness.

The corners of his mouth were smiling, and his whole face was laughing, and his eyes were staring into the void, staring at it as if there was something dear there.

"What do you see?" the old man suddenly asked the ink knife.

"You. Ink Knife replied.

"I'm not asking what you're seeing now, I mean...... Huh?" The old man suddenly stopped, and said with some surprise: "You only saw me?"

"And them. Modao said, glancing at the dancing crowd. Mo Dao couldn't understand why the crowd that had always looked like dead corpses suddenly became like this.

"You didn't fall into the environment?!" the expression on the old man's face was even more surprised.

"Why did I get caught up in the environment?" Modao asked rhetorically, and suddenly Modao thought of something: "That food is poisonous?"

"You've finally found out. The old man chuckled. "That food was really poisonous, but I'm more concerned about why you didn't get caught up in the environment now. As he spoke, the old man took a half step back slightly, and for some reason, he looked at the ink knife with some vigilance.

"Why did he poison him?" Mo Dao muttered softly to himself, he felt that Qianwen had no reason to poison him at all, if he wanted to kill him, he could just do it directly, why bother so much.

"Poison is not all about killing people. As if he saw what Mo Dao was thinking, the old man said aloud.

"And what is the purpose of poisoning?" Ink Knife was still puzzled.

"You'll find out later. Now I just wonder why you didn't see the illusion. The old man did not answer the question of the ink knife, but asked the ink knife, and he seemed to be very concerned about why the ink knife did not see the illusion.

"That poison makes people see illusions?" said Inkknife.

"It's not just a fantasy, that poison will make you see the desires in your heart, and everything you want to happen will come true in the illusion. The old man explained.

"That's it. Ink Knife whispered.

"That's all?!" exclaimed the old man, "you don't seem to understand what I'm saying, I mean all desires, everything you wish to happen, will be presented to you as if it were real." ”

"So what?" said Ink Knife coldly. Ink Knife never hopes for anything, everything he wants to do will be done through practical actions, before this, Ink Knife will never have the slightest expectation of the result.

This doesn't mean that Modao doesn't have desires, it's just that he never thinks about it, he doesn't think unrealistically, he will only follow his own plan, step by step, to achieve it.

"There really is a person like you!" The old man looked at the ink knife, and suddenly laughed wildly, and after a long time, he said again: "Do you want to worship me as a teacher?" ”

The old man's expression was extremely strict, and it could be seen from his eyes that he was definitely not a whim to accept the ink knife as an apprentice.

It's another apprentice, and Modao really doesn't understand why so many people want to take him as an apprentice after coming here.

But Modao did not refuse the old man, because he came here to learn martial arts.

"Good. Without the slightest hesitation, Modao replied.

Receiving the ink knife's answer, the old man's momentum changed violently, and a coercion gushed out, and at that moment, the ink knife found that he couldn't move a bit.

Mo Dao instantly knew that the old man in front of him had the strength of no less than a thousand tribulations.

"There is no need for formidant etiquette, but you swear that you will never bow down to anyone again, and that you will not preach to them. The old man said.

Hearing the old man's request, Modao was about to agree, but suddenly remembered that the previous Great Palm Sect and Broken Water fought for him as a disciple.

"I already have a master. Ink Knife said aloud. He has already apprenticed to the water, although Modao does not feel that there is anything wrong with the many apprentices, but it seems that the people here do not accept it.

"It doesn't matter, you tell me who he is, take me to kill him, you worship me as a teacher. The old man said very indifferently, as if he could kill at any time, as if he had forgotten that he was still trapped in the dungeon, or in his eyes, it was easy to escape from the dungeon.

"Cut off the water. Ink Knife said aloud, remembering that the man seemed to be called that name.

"Who are you talking about?!" After hearing this, the old man's expression suddenly became excited, and he rushed to the ink knife in one step.

"Cut off the water. The ink knife repeated.

"I didn't expect it to be him, is he okay. The old man asked softly, the expression on his face as if he had suddenly fallen into a memory.

"Good. The Ink Knife replied that the Ink Knife had not seen any injuries on the broken water, and that all the limbs were still alive, so he replied.

But the old man, after hearing the ink knife's answer, shook his head slightly. "Presumably he is still alone, and there is still no disciple under the door. ”

"How do you know?" asked Inkknife.

The old man didn't answer the question of the ink knife, and looked at the ink knife with a look of pity in his eyes.

"Now that even you are locked up here, I don't know when and what month he will next find a satisfactory apprentice. ”

Listening to the old man's voice, it was as if he had already pronounced the death sentence of the ink knife.

"I could have taken you out and even sent you back to Brother Broken Water, but you've already eaten 'Luo Bing', and even if I send you back to him, you'll be a waste. It's better to kill you earlier, so that you can get out of the sea of suffering as soon as possible. ”

As he spoke, the old man wanted to do it, and wanted to take the life of the ink knife.

And the ink knife didn't understand what the old man in front of him was talking about. I don't understand why the old man in front of him suddenly killed him.

At this moment, the crowd of people who were still smiling and full of happiness suddenly began to wail, their expressions distorted and painful.

"No!! why, why did you kill her, why, why did you choose to leave me!" Li Kun wailed, crying bitterly, as if there was endless hatred.

And the ink knife also saw the illusion at the same moment.

It was an ordinary wooden house, a jungle full of people, and in the middle of the crowd were three corpses.

A man and a woman, and a child.

All three were lying in pools of blood, apparently dead.

(End of chapter)