The sky is shining, dazzling, and falling from the sky.

It was as if the fog of yesterday night was like a dream, and it never existed.

The petite maid knocked softly on the door.

"Come in. Xia Ren had already crossed his knees at this time, feeling the sea of true qi in his body that had been transformed by the turbulent technique, and the wanton and slight waves made him quite speechless, and the five qi rivers that had turned into cold blood-colored vortices turned faster.

If God could let him do it all over again, he would never click on the two words of comprehension that emerged after the consummation of the Red Leaf Sword Technique.

By this time, the maid had pushed the door open, holding a festive tray with a pattern of overlapping red clouds.

On the tray, a simple bowl of black rice porridge, a plate of deep-fried rice peppers, a plate of a few square pieces of bacon, and a plate of pickled vegetables.

She placed the tray on the round table in the center of the room and said, "Childe, please use it slowly." ”

Then he turned and left.

Xia Ren let out a sigh and asked casually, "Why is it so noisy outside?"

As soon as the day dawned, he could not hear many footsteps, and hurried to one place, as if there were still people groaning in pain and madness.

The maid was stunned, with a puzzled look in her eyes, and said, "Childe, I didn't hear footsteps, it's only been dawn for long." The knights are all hurrying to cultivate, who will have nothing to do outside?"

"Well, you go down first. Xia Ren nodded, indicating that he understood.

This maid was just an ordinary person, and she had no authority to know something. She also doesn't have deep internal strength, so she can't hear it.

He just asked casually, and as for last night's incident, he didn't need to worry about leaking anything.

In the thick fog, even if you can't see anything half a meter away, let alone talk about others. What's more, when he talked to the three people hiding in the rockery cave, his voice was also pretending to be old.

No one can relate to themselves.

Then, in this way, it is waiting for Tang Jueyin to find himself.

After thinking clearly, Xia Ren once again crossed his knees and settled, this time he wanted to try to see if his true qi would still be affected by the shock technique after he had completely entered the state of tranquility.

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Empty courtyard.

The stone steps went down on three sides, wide and narrow, until the door of the cell, which was impossible to reach in the light.

The only entrance to the courtyard is a half-moon-shaped vermilion stone door.

The mustachioed man's eyes flashed as he stood beside a large rockery that seemed to be decorated in the courtyard, and the ordinary disciples of the Tang Sect beside him were long gone.

As instructed, they dragged the man with only half of his arm left, and threw him into the dungeon of tonight's test, who was only more than 200 on the list of heroes in the rivers and lakes, called Wang or something.

As for the name of the ant, the mustachioed man has always disliked to remember it very well.

At this time, there were only two people left in the huge courtyard.

The other was a woman with a centipede braid, who was sitting casually on a stone bench nibbling a large snow-white pear, perhaps in a hurry to get up early, and her braids were a little messy.

"It's been half a year," the mustachioed man said lightly as he held two beads to the sun, "for the first time." ”

There are some slight notches on the beads, most of which are grayish, but a small part is still black.

This bead is made by the Tang Sect, and it will be forced to be swallowed by every prisoner before entering the dungeon, which is not poisonous or harmful.

It's just like a tool for measuring data.

In the human body, the beads stick to the stomach and cannot be excreted or digested, and they remain black all the time.

It is only after the person is completely dead and the flesh is rotten that the bead gradually turns gray when exposed to the air.

Eight notches, each of which spreads gray, indicates that the time of death is an hour more.

It was eight o'clock in the morning, eight hours after midnight, and the beads had turned completely gray.

But there are three more notches on the two beads held by the mustachioed man, which are black.

"Hmm. "The woman with centipede braids has just gnawed off the skin of the pear, and she can finally enjoy the flesh inside.

"I've checked, and they've been resisting it for almost three hours with the True Qi Shield propped up by snake brass accessories.

After running out of true qi, the man used his two companions to block the entrance to the narrow rockery, fighting for his last chance to survive, although he was still eaten out of an arm in the end. The mustachioed man holds his right elbow in his left hand and chin in his right hand and is caught up in the retelling of the re-enactment.

"Hmm. The centipede-braided woman took a deep breath and bit down on the snow-white pear, "Plump and juicy!" Her eyes lit up.

"However, the question is, what kind of snake copper accessories supported by internal force can withstand those monsters for nearly three hours?"

"The three little ones, even if they were to use up their full strength, would barely last three minutes. ”

"The elders of their family, the heroic man of the king is just a lone ranger, and there are no elders at all. And the Ouyang family's strongest peerless genius, "White Camel Boy" Ouyang Buxiu, is only a grandmaster. ”

"Hmm. The centipede pigtail woman ate the pear unrelentingly, nibbling on one side and the other side after nibbling.

"The power of the Grandmaster is impossible to sustain for more than thirty minutes. The mustachioed man took out a notebook and flipped through it: "Three months ago, the one from the Huangpu family who held the talisman of an old monster only lasted twenty-five minutes!"

"Well, the old monster of the Huangpu family is indeed very strong. The centipede pigtail woman had just swallowed a pear and took the opportunity to say.

"So now the question is, what really happened last night?" the mustachioed man frowned deeply.

The centipede pigtailed woman's pear had already been eaten, and she threw the pear core far away, and the pear core immediately fell into an upward hole in the large rockery, rolled twice, and was dyed with a layer of broken bone-like white.

She glanced at the mustachioed man with disdain: "What's the use of analyzing so much? Do you dare to come here at night to see or what?"

The mustachioed man was not angry, and said lightly: "After midnight, this is hell." I'm just recording the data. ”

The centipede-braided woman sneered: "It's not to compliment the old lady, cut!"

The mustachioed man put away the notebook and put it in his arms, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"Okay, okay, I won't talk to you, I'm going to tell the old lady. The centipede-braided woman grinned, "You have worked so hard, and it is not as close as me and the old lady."

"Report directly to the old lady?" Tang Leng, isn't it too direct? The old lady may still be in retreat!" the bearded man was stunned.

The centipede pigtailed woman named Tang Leng turned her head, and the corners of her mouth pulled out a trace of disdain: "Half a year ago, when the dungeon was just opened for testing, the old lady said that if there was a live mouth, you need to tell her as soon as possible. ”

"Your memory is really bad, Tang Feng! haha..."

As soon as the words fell, Tang Leng disappeared into the empty courtyard, leaving a thoughtful bearded man.