Lang Xing opened his eyes, and before he could see the environment clearly, he was blown cold by a cold blizzard.

"Where is this?" his lips and face were numb, and he seemed to be half-paralyzed when he spoke.

Looking around, he found himself hanging from a rock wall, dangling from his feet, supported only by the iron ropes that bound his wrists. At this time, the two wrists turned purple and blackened, and there were bursts of pain.

Looking down, there was an abyss under my feet, and I didn't know whether it was the sound of the wind or the roar of wild beasts in the depths.

The pitch-black and bottomless abyss is like the open mouth of a giant beast, as if it will devour people in the next moment.

He remembered that he had followed everyone into a torture room just now, why did he appear here again?

Not to mention that there was not even a single figure around, not even a single grass could be seen, as if the whole world was only left with him and the cold and hard stone cliffs behind him, and the blizzard that seemed to never stop raging.

"Hey, is there anyone?" he quickly pursed his lips.

What the hell is this? Why are you hanging him here? Even if you want to extract a confession, you have to come somebody, so what's the matter with throwing him here like this?

Looking up at his wrist, Lang Xing squinted and wondered, how can he escape from here safely? There is no focus under his feet, and the cliff is flat as if it has been deliberately polished.

It is not difficult to break free from the shackles, but the difficult thing is how not to fall and die.

If you ask him now which is more important, freedom or life, he will definitely choose the latter without hesitation, he doesn't want to die here for no reason.

"I don't know what happened to that snack guy now......

Lang Xing's body was tightly attached to the cliff, and when he thought of dealing with her, as long as he gave her food, he didn't have to move his fingers to make all moves, and he couldn't help but laugh for a while, pulled the corners of his mouth that cracked and froze, and took a painful breath.

Like him now, being hung in such a ghost place, if he can't find a way to escape, he will soon freeze to death and starve to death.

Lang Xing looked up at the top of his head, and it seemed that he was not far from the top of the cliff.

He immediately flipped his body upwards and tried N times, but just when his strength was about to be exhausted, his toes landed on the rock above, and his body formed a difficult angle with the rock wall, and he was crumbling.

With a "click", one arm was dislocated, and he grinned in pain, but fortunately, it succeeded.

After gasping for breath for a while, and when his strength had regained somewhat, Lang Xing violently broke free of the chains, and at the same time his body quickly flipped back, his feet landed on the rocks covered with a layer of ice, and he shook a few times, finally stabilizing his body.

He straightened his dislocated arm, shook it from side to side, nothing serious, and laughed proudly: "I want to trap Uncle Ben, I don't even have a window!"

At this time, Wu Xiaoluo, who was in a secret room with no doors and no windows, was staring at a certain place carefully with wide eyes, enduring the dazzling whiteness. His eyes were red and bloodshot, and he didn't dare to blink when he stared at it.

The moment she was upside down just now, she seemed to see subtle fluctuations, and there was a feeling of overlapping spaces, but when she looked at it again, it was gone, as if it was her illusion.

But she trusts her instincts, and her instincts tell her that she is definitely not dazzled, that something must be wrong!

Sure enough, the next second, she saw again that there seemed to be ripples floating in the air.

She silently counted in her mind, and if she guessed correctly, the interval between the overlapping spaces was fifty seconds.

Fifty seconds later, as expected, it didn't disappoint her, and the space overlapped again. This time, a tiny white patch appeared, falling to the ground, and she couldn't help but shudder.

Where's the wind?

Wu Xiaoluo felt as if her senses had been reactivated, and her body trembled reflexively again.

That's right, it's windy!

Finally able to get out!

Wu Xiaoluo suddenly jumped up with joy, as if she had won a jackpot of 10 million.

Being locked alone in such a confined space, sleeping without eating, drinking, or speaking without anyone talking is simply the most terrifying punishment in the world!

She didn't know if she would go crazy if she was locked up again, but now that she finally had a glimmer of hope of escaping, how could she not be excited?

Wu Xiaoluo turned over and came down from the wall, moved her neck, kicked her legs again, and the blood that had been upside down for a long time gradually returned to all parts of her body.

When she was almost recovered, she stared at the wind point and took a step back.

It's all about success or failure!

Then he lunged over.

"Ouch, I'll go! Uncle Ben's waist!"