Yang Que watched in the dark, like a ghost, without any sound.

When the prisoners' exuberant emotions had gradually subsided, and the monk on the ground was miserable, they stopped their cruel ravage, and laughed indifferently with a grim face.

The sturdy man was apparently the head of the cell.

At this time, he glanced at the corpse on the ground, showed a trace of disgust on his face, waved his hand, and ordered: "Throw him away, don't ruin the master's interest." ”

A short prisoner with a flattering face hurriedly walked out, picked up the soft corpse on the ground, glanced left and right, thought for a moment, and walked in the direction where Yang Que was hiding.

Yang Que's expression moved, and he quickly retreated, hiding in a dark corner.

The prisoner carried the corpse, swaggered, walked past Yang Que's eyes, and threw the corpse in the innermost corner.

Immediately, he clapped his hands and turned back.

From beginning to end, he didn't glance at Yang Que, or rather, he couldn't have imagined that there would suddenly be one more person in the cell.

When he walked among the prisoners with his head bowed, Yang Que stood up, like a raccoon, and silently came to the bloody corpse.

He squatted down, stared at the corpse carefully for a while, reached out and touched his body, Fang Xin's mind moved, picked him up, pushed away the square rock on the wall, and stuffed the corpse in his hand first, and then he also drilled back.

The girl closed her eyes and seemed to be healing, when she heard movement. When he opened his eyes, he saw Yang Que coming back with a dead monk, and his face suddenly showed a trace of doubt.

"Brother. You killed someone, how can you bring back the corpse too?, do you also like to eat human flesh?" she asked curiously.

Yang Que ignored her, softly blocked the hole in the wall, then squatted down, turned over the corpse and examined it again, and then his face showed a solemnity, and his hands flashed. Cast a thousand illusions to make the monk's cheeks exactly like his own.

Even the clothes are not bad in the slightest.

He used the exercises in his hands. Shattering the bones in the monk's body, and then carefully examining his whole body, Fang nodded in satisfaction.

The girl was dumbfounded, and said, "You...... What kind of exercise are you?"

Yang Que turned to look at her at this time. "Look at this man. Is it exactly the same as me now?"

The girl's eyes widened, stared at the corpse for a moment, her head nodded like a chicken pecking rice, and said, "It's exactly the same, it's exactly the same! Brother, how did you do it?"

Yang Que glanced at her, pondered for a moment, and said, "I won't kill you." Don't talk too much, if the matter is exposed. I'm the first to kill you!"

When the girl heard this, she was not afraid at all, but her eyes lit up, and her cheeks showed excitement, and she said, "Brother, are you going to lie to them? ”

Yang Que was not confused by her words, the corners of his mouth showed a cold color, and he warned: "Remember, if I want to kill you, it only takes a moment, if you dare to play tricks again, I will never bypass you!"

The girl smiled coquettishly, looked at him with bright eyes, and said, "I don't play tricks, I will be very honest." ”

Yang Que glanced at her, said no more, put the corpse away, and then pushed away the rocks on the wall and walked through.

In the cell, everything was back to normal.

The girl leaned against the corner of the wall and closed her eyes to recuperate, and "Yang Que" lay on the ground, motionless.

Time passed little by little, and all around, there was silence.

On the second day, when the sunlight outside shone on the entire Vicious Island, Li Sui let out a black robe, and his eyes flickered on the island.

When he walked alone and easily into the dark passageway, and came to the single-plank bridge, on the other side of the bridge, there was still the old man in a fiery red robe with a gray beard.

His eyes were closed, and the aura of his whole body merged with his surroundings, and he seemed to have been standing there all along, never leaving.

"Senior brother, I'm sorry for you, help me get that young man out. ”

Li Sui stood in the middle of the single-plank bridge, did not continue to advance, looked at the old man with deep eyes, and spoke.

The old man's eyes slowly opened, nodded, and without looking at him, he turned around, and his body melted directly into the stone wall behind him.

In the cell, the girl was healing with her eyes closed, and Wang Biao and others were terrified and gathered together to discuss countermeasures.

Suddenly, there was a jolt overhead, and the stone slab slid away, and a beam of light shone down.

"Listen, are there any monks being imprisoned?"

"Probably not, maybe it's the food deliverer. ”

"Fart, I only sent it two days ago, do you think they Qingyuan Sect is so kind?"

"It's supposed to be a monk cleaning the cell. ”

When the prisoners heard the voice, their faces were full of astonishment, and they began to speculate.

"Let's go, go over and take a look! With the monks of the Qingyuan Sect present, Lao Tzu can't do it, that kid still dares to be rude! And that kid seems to be a little weird, as if he can use the exercises, let's go and tell the truth." ”

Wang Biao was also very curious, thought for a moment, waved his hand, and walked over quickly with the prisoners.

When they got closer, they saw an old man in a flaming red robe float down and walk to the corner, staring at the young man on the ground.

"Huh, why is that kid lying on the ground and pretending to be dead, and not moving?" muttered one of the prisoners.

At this time, he saw that the old man had five fingers on his left hand, and directly grabbed the body of "Yang Que" in his hand, and his right hand quickly moved on his body.

Immediately, he frowned, stared at the face of "Yang Que" for a moment, and Fang casually threw him on the ground and muttered, "It's okay to be dead, don't bother the old man." ”

After that, if there was no one around, he turned around, and his body flashed and floated up.

After the stone slab was closed, Wang Biao and the others immediately showed excited looks on their faces, and they looked at "Yang Que" lying on the ground with burning eyes, and their hearts were happy and excited.

"Lord Wang, God help me, that kid is dead!" said one of the prisoners excitedly.

Wang Biao nodded, with a smile on his face, glanced at Yang Que a few times, and couldn't help laughing.

At this time, the other prisoner frowned and said worriedly: "Lord Wang, could this kid be like that poisonous snake, deliberately pretending to be dead, trying to sneak attack us?"

When Wang Biao heard this, his face suddenly turned cold, and he raised his hand and gave him a loud slap, scolding: "Fool! That old guy just now is a monk in the middle stage of the Mingyuan God Realm, and his reputation is not only resounding in the Qingyuan Sect, but also in the entire Qingyuan County.......