"Go, you, you, Monkey King! It's been your stupid monkey's lust from the beginning, it's all daydreaming!"

Qi Tian pressed his hands to the ground, his five fingers apart, the back of his hand arched slightly, his sharp nails slowly scratched on the iron-cast ground, and a burst of "snort" sound enough to pierce the eardrums resounded in the closed cell, constantly echoing.

Sun Wukong looked at Qi Tian, his whole face slowly wrinkled together, revealing a faint irritability. He crouched down, fiddling with the chains that had just been torn from above the ground, his eyes wandering.

"I don't believe anything is fake, even at this point, I believe he ever existed...... At least for a moment. ”

Sun Wukong's voice became weaker and weaker, as if he himself had become less convinced, but he struggled and was unwilling to show this emotion.

The black gas that swirled around Qi Tian like smoke began to spread in all directions, and soon it would fill the entire cell.

The darkness that belongs to the world is slowly being eaten away by the darkness that belongs to Qi Tian, and everything is developing in an unpredictable direction.

"Coward!"

Qi Tian's low shouting and scolding echoed for a long time in this cramped cell, like a small pebble thrown into the water, causing a slight wave, and just when it was about to calm down, another small pebble was thrown into it.

"I can't be fearless, I'm just a slightly smarter monkey on Huaguo Mountain, a little monster, I can't beat Li Jing, I can't beat Wu Gang, I can't beat the Jade Emperor Yaochi, I can't beat the God of War Zilan......

I never won a single one.

Who wants to be a coward?

Who doesn't want to be Monkey King?

In the past, I always felt that there must be a great significance in my birth, related to the rise and fall of the Three Realms and hundreds of millions of sentient beings, and everything I experienced was a test and tempering of heaven for me.

But I really can't hold on anymore, Lao Sun, I'll go to his heavens! Go to his heavenly gods and Buddhas, demons and monsters, and the gods of the Three Realms!

I just want to have a better life now!"

Sun Wukong's eyes were scarlet, and he scolded, and he smashed the wall with punches and punches, venting his dissatisfaction and anger in his heart.

I don't know when, the black gas has quietly passed through the boundary separating Sun Wukong and Qi Tian like a black thread, like a chrysalis slowly wrapping Sun Wukong's body.

Qi Tian said lightly: "All the pain in the world is actually anger at our own powerlessness, in the final analysis, we are not strong enough after all!"

In the silence, his ink-black eyes became more and more terrifying, but they also emitted a mysterious light.

Sun Wukong was stunned in place, stunned, and after a while, he came back to his senses and said, "That's right!"

At this time, the black gas had spread through Sun Wukong's neck, Sun Wukong seemed to be aware of it, looked down, and said leisurely: "Then let's go to hell together!"

Hearing this, Qi Tian nodded mechanically and said, "Okay." ”

In the cell, everything disappeared like a cloud of smoke, except for a black cocoon chrysalis quietly leaning against the corner, exuding an aura of destruction.

......

At the beginning of February, the spring rain continued, and no money fell like cow's hair.

The jailer leaned on a spear and reached out in a bored manner to catch the drops of water that had fallen from the eaves.

A gust of wind blew, which seemed to blow his body softly, and he shook his head, trying to cheer himself up, but he still couldn't help yawning.

The jailer poked his head out and raised his head, the February day had not yet fully warmed up, it was still a little cool, the rain ran down his hair to his neck, and the sudden chill made him shiver.

"Grandma's. ”

The jailer cursed in a low voice, retracted his head again, turned to his colleagues beside him, and said, "Why hasn't this shift change arrived yet, it's half an hour late." ”

The colleague glanced up at him, lowered his eyes again, closed his eyes, and whispered: "It's all the uncles, there are a few on time, just wait!"

"Damn, I have to get the general to sue them!"

"Sue me, sue me, sue him tomorrow, hurt 1,000 enemies, and lose 800 yourself! If you are tired and can't stand it, just sleep against the wall for a while, who cares!"

The colleague sighed a few words, sat down on the ground, threw the spear aside, and muttered: "People are coming, remember to shout ......"

Before he finished speaking, he fell asleep.

The jailer looked left and right, and was about to follow in the footsteps of his colleagues beside him, when suddenly, there was a loud roar in the prison, like thunder, and even the ground under his feet trembled.

"What's wrong, what's wrong!"

His colleague awoke from his dream and fumbled for the spear he had placed on the ground.

The jailer leaned against the wall, trying to stand firm, and his expression changed, "It's not good, I'm afraid something happened in the prison!"

The colleague stood beside the jailer with his spear in both hands, looked vigilant, and asked, "What should I do, do you want to go in and have a look?"

"Look at the fart, which of the prisoners here is not extremely vicious, with more than a dozen lives on his back, and there are naturally guards out of the house if something happens inside, we are the two guards, and we only go in when we are stupid!"

The colleague nodded, "Yes." ”

The two of them naturally have nothing to do with themselves, and they don't want to cause any trouble, but they also know that this is not the time to be lazy, so they cheer up and wait for it.

......

In the deepest part of the prison, Sun Wukong had crawled out of the black cocoon chrysalis and smashed through the door of the cell with one punch.

Two fluffy hands reached out from the fist-sized hole, tearing a hole in the three-inch-thick iron door.

Sun Wukong came out of the opening, turned around and stared at the iron door, motionless.

Inside the prison, the guards who heard the movement hurried over, and saw a black, thin figure lying across a cracked steel gate.

The guards stood in a row, holding sharp steel knives in their hands, staring solemnly at the thin back of the strange picture.

The prison guard swallowed a mouthful of saliva and shouted at the back of the monkey: "Bold prisoner, don't be captured yet, Nian'er is a first-time offender, and he can spare your life!"

Sun Wukong didn't seem to hear it, and still looked at the iron gate in a daze, indifferent.

Seeing that Sun Wukong was deaf, the prison guard gritted his teeth and shouted angrily: "Don't you think that our knife is unfavorable?"

"After all, it has locked me up for a long time, and I destroyed it, rightfully so. ”

Sun Wukong said softly, as if he was looking for a reason to convince himself, and as if he was announcing his code of conduct to some guys.

He stepped forward, grabbed the crack in the iron door that had been torn open with both hands, pulled it back, removed the iron door directly, held it high above his head, then turned his head, glanced at the noisy group of people behind him, and threw the iron door over.

After a burst of dust settled, Sun Wukong's legs trembled slightly towards the pool of blood, he swept over the corpse under his feet with a frightened expression, and used his pure white and pitch-black eyes to look at the eyes of the prison guards.

Then, Sun Wukong slowly squatted down, lay on the corpse, opened his mouth to bite his neck, tore off a piece of meat, and swallowed it in his mouth.

The faint glow of the dim candle flame in the dark dungeon.

Bathed in this faint light, Sun Wukong sat in a pool of blood, his mouth bulging, and his upper and lower jaws constantly repeating the action of opening and closing.

One of the prisoners heard the slight sound of chewing in the wind, and fell on all fours, as if he were slamming his bony body against the cell door, letting out a roar like a wild beast.

"Give me food! I want food!"