Death Inquisitor

"Then are you **** waiting to die here?" Yang Wen's temper also came up. If it weren't for the special situation now, with his temperament, he had already killed this **** who dared to talk to himself.

Although Chu Luping almost lost his mind, Yu Wen of Yang Wen was still there. Looking at Yang Wen as if he was going to kill, he finally calmed down slowly.

It's just that he's not embarrassed right now, pulling down his face and going to talk to Yang Wen.

He Xi is now a little bit more comfortable, not as painful as before. He persuaded Yang Wen: "Boss, don't be angry first. This is a bit too much for Chu Luping, but now, I really can't find that break."

He Xi now feels that there is really no exit at all. The death trial is just to let the three of them stay trapped here.

"No... no." Yang Wen said firmly: "Death magistrate, I certainly will not do so meaningless things. I have watched many of his live broadcasts before, like in our case, it should be exported. Yes, it's just that we haven't found it yet."

"Hurry! Hurry up for both of you!" Yang Wen shouted loudly: "Hurry up and find them both!"

Chu Luping said angrily: "Find, how to find? This is such a big place of fart, you can read it all at a glance, if there is an exit, we will not find it soon."

Chu Luping ate a small hole in the corner and said, "There is only such a big hole in the mouse hole. Is it difficult for you to let us get in?"

After all, Chu Luping still suffered because of pain, and there was no more convergence.

Yang Wen doesn't want to worry about him now, he is thinking all over his brain now, how to get out from here.

"Mouse hole?" Yang Wen suddenly remembered it. The sound of the water he heard before came from the mouse hole, that is to say, there was water flowing under it!

"We'll just go out of this mouse hole!" Yang Wen seemed to find the surprise of the New World: "It must be the sewer. As long as we dig it, we can definitely go out of this place."

This time even He Xi couldn't control his emotions. "Dig? Brother, what do we have now, what do we dig?"

"We still have hands. The ground here is very wet and not concrete. We can dig it with our hands!"

After he finished speaking, he took the lead in starting his hands, but the pain in his hands caused him to slow down involuntarily.

But he still gritted his teeth and persevered. Perhaps in his view, as long as he can go out, even if he suffers some pain, he is willing.

Chu Luping and He Xi watched Yang Wen's crazy behavior. After thinking about it, I went up to help.

Pain makes all three of them slow.

Ye Chen looked at this scene on the screen and didn't feel anything strange at all. This was all what he expected.

Yang Wen is a very crazy criminal, he has a strong desire to survive, so as long as he gives Yang Wen a chance, he will definitely work hard.

Chu Luping and He Xi belong to the type that as long as Yang Wen does it, the two of them will follow.

So, although it took a lot of time. But in the end, they dig a hole that is about half a meter big.

It was enough for the three of them to enter. The half-meter-long hole exuded a foul odor, which almost made people spit out.

This is a very strange sewer, but in such a deep underground, there will be sewers, it is really strange.

It's just that they don't want so much now. This sewer is very stinky, but as long as they can go out, Yang Wen is the kind of person who can do anything.

He didn't care about Chu Luping and He Xi anymore. He watched the slowly flowing sewage, took a deep breath, and jumped in.

Chu Luping and He Xi, watching Yang Wen both jumped in, also ignored the others, and all jumped in one after another.

They didn't know how long they had spent in such a disgusting sewer, and they didn't find a place to emerge until their consciousness was blurred.

The three climbed out of the sewer one after another, breathing heavily, but after a while, they screamed.

Yang Wen, lying on the ground, turned around and knelt on the ground, looking at his already injured hand, his eyes full of fear.

There were countless tiny maggots crawling on the place where his hand was injured, and each one looked less than one-tenth the size of a grain of rice.

But these maggots are too numerous, and countless maggots are turning in the shallow layers of his palms, drilling around.

The painful taste was too difficult to pass. His eyes widened and his eyes were full of bloodshot eyes.

This is not only because of the pain, but also because he looks at the maggots in his hand, the kind of indescribable fear brought about by him.

Chu Luping and He Xi also saw a lot of maggots in their hands, and the feeling of panic, the two of them also realized the same.

"Ah...ah..."

Chu Luping kept dropping the maggots in his hand, and at the same time, many pieces of minced meat were also thrown away.

The flesh on his palms gradually decreased.

Yang Wen couldn't help but toss it. At this time, none of them could bear the kind of creepy taste.

He Xi also flicked the same way. Only in this way could the maggots on their hands leave their hands, and finally wait until the maggots on their hands disappeared.

When the maggots in their hands disappeared, they all showed their bones in their hands.

Pain distorted the muscles on their faces, and fear engulfed their hearts.

The most important thing Yang Wen wants to do now is to find a hospital and heal the injury on his hand.

It's just that there is a row of iron fences in front of them, and behind them and the left and right sides are cement walls.

In front of the iron fence, there is a corridor. This looks very similar to the cell, except that the layout is different.

There are no other things in it, only three bathtubs, and the water in the bathtub has become red.

"How come..." Yang Wen shouted bitterly: "Why can't I get out?"

Yes! Why can't you get out! He originally thought that it is now possible to go out.

But now, there is still no way to get out from here. ..

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