I have a portable prison

The inpatient department of Haijing Branch of Xinjian Bureau, ICU special ward.

The special "technician" observation room, sandwiched between the corridor and the actual ward, is always full and empty at times.But in the past few days, no matter who came in the observation room, the same person remained forever in the end.This person didn't seem to need to eat or drink, just moved a chair and sat motionless behind the glass window, staring at the person connected to various instruments on the hospital bed.

As time went by, the people on the hospital bed did not improve, and their vital signs became weaker and weaker. In the end, even the doctors were reluctant to go into the observation room to talk about their illness. They usually left quickly when they came, and the people in the observation room never left. Going out to inquire, and staying quietly at the same place all the time, as if if he didn't do this, the person on the hospital bed would disappear mysteriously.

The new nurse was sweating profusely. She walked quickly back to the nurse's station. When she passed the special care area, she glanced inside. Even though there were only family members who were hesitant in the corridor, she still shook her head, as if her eyes had passed through the nurse's station. Wall, saw the situation inside the observation room.

Turning into the nurse's station, she was still breathing, and she couldn't help asking: "Sister Yang, does it mean that people with spiritual roots can live only by spiritual energy?"

The head nurse in her forties stopped writing and glanced at her, then observed the busy printer next to her: "This is only theoretical, and no one can do it at this stage."

"But..." the little nurse lowered her voice, before she was interrupted by the head nurse: "Which ward is the new pregnant woman arranged for? Where's the restraint belt?"

The little nurse suddenly covered her mouth, her expression frightened: "I, I forgot...I'll get it right away!"

Head nurse Yang straightened her body, looked at the little nurse sternly, and frowned, "Is this a joke? You have time to care about the vice minister, so why not care about other patients."

"Huh? I, I didn't..."

The head nurse put down her pen and said: "Xiao Liu didn't go back yesterday. I saw that she was about to faint this morning, so I asked her to go home. There may not be enough manpower tonight. Please stay and help me. The city hospital will transfer over ten hours tomorrow morning." Personally, you go home and rest."

Knowing that this is a special period, the little nurse agreed quickly, and after thinking about it, she said: "Sister Yang, you have been on shift for three days, can your body handle it?"

The head nurse didn't answer, and after a while, a doctor passed by like a wind and said, "Take two sticks of glucose and go to the observation room."

The head nurse said, "Go."

The little nurse blinked, and when she realized that she was asked to deliver glucose, she gasped suddenly: "Yes, do you want to deliver it?"

"Otherwise?" The head nurse raised her eyebrows, obviously really angry: "Do you think I'm a monkey, and it's enough for you to look at me from the outside? Don't be naughty, hurry up!"

The little nurse was so frightened that she turned around and ran away. After reaching the corridor outside the intensive care unit, she slowed down, took a deep breath, and carefully pushed open the door of the observation room: "Deputy Minister, Doctor Lin asked me to bring you glucose..."

After a pause, the little nurse didn't dare to make a sound, not because of anything else, but when the door was opened, that person's sense of presence was too strong, and those with weaker personalities couldn't even open their mouths in front of him .

However, the deputy minister's feat a few days ago has been spread, and it is simply "thunderous", especially when he stayed here for a few days, he was in the same state, and she had already made some psychological preparations before coming.

The other party didn't answer, the little nurse moved into the door, put the warm water cup mixed with glucose on the small table in the other party's hand, and only took a peek when she got up, but after seeing it, she couldn't help trembling, and stammered: "You, are you okay?"

The other party hadn't heard of it. The little nurse paused for a moment, and finally gritted her teeth and said, "You, remember to drink... I'll go first!"

When she returned to the corridor, she let out a big breath, feeling like she was about to have a heart attack just now.

After all, everything about the deputy minister was just heard, and no one has seen it with his own eyes. Who would have thought that when he looked up just now, the young leader's cheek was still stained with unknown blood. A dull color that has completely dried out on the skin.

Could it be that everything that happened that day in the rumors was true?

and also……

Thinking of the glucose water she just took in, the little nurse felt embarrassed—even a person as powerful as the deputy minister seemed to have to eat and drink, and he felt that he was going to be overwhelmed... Zhao Qiqiu's patient's condition, when exactly? Can it get better?

But the situation is really not optimistic.

The little nurse glanced in the direction of the observation room again, and shook her head secretly. At the same time, Zhao Qiqiu on the hospital bed and the deputy director in the observation room flashed in her mind. There are few patients, the pale face, and the black and blue under the eyes make the deputy director look a little out of order...or is it like the others in the bureau said, the deputy director's mentality is really abnormal?

She was still thinking wildly, when several people came striding over from the other end of the corridor, all of them seemed to be colleagues upstairs, as well as Minister Zhang Kang of the General Administration.

The operation department has always been mysterious, and the little nurse couldn't help being nervous, and quickly stepped out of the way.

"Is he still in there?" someone asked.

"Who?" The little nurse stammered even when she was nervous: "The deputy director? Yes, he is inside."

On the other side, Zhang Kang pushed the door directly, as if he had no doubt that Mingminglou was inside, and said to others: "You wait for me outside first."

The little nurse's involuntary follow-up eyes were cut off by the re-closed door, and she scratched her heart curiously, but when she came back to her senses, several colleagues were staring at her, so she ran away in a panic and went back to find the head nurse up.

Zhang Kang locked the door neatly, and said directly: "Lin Dongwan is dead, and the bureau wants you to give an explanation."

As the words fell, silence spread between the two of them. Just when Zhang Kang thought that Mingminglou would not answer and turned to the handcuffs, a hoarse voice that hadn't spoken for a long time said, "When did you die?"

Zhang Kang paused, put the handcuffs he took out on the small table, and sat down beside Mingminglou.

"Ten minutes ago." Zhang Kang's eyes fell on the paper cups beside Mingminglou, he picked them up and took a sip, his brows immediately frowned, and he put down the cup again: "I came here as soon as I received the call... Take a look too. His situation."

There was a sound of cloth rubbing, and Minglou stood up without warning. The next second, Zhang Kang was also startled. He couldn't help standing up, and quickly supported Minglou, who seemed to be a little unstable. His eyes suddenly sharpened: "Why? What's going on?"

Even if you can't sleep well for five days and nights, don't eat or drink, with Mingminglou's ability, this should be commonplace, why is he so weak?

Zhang Kang asked alertly: "What are you doing?"

Mingminglou quickly stood firm, as if the weakness just now was just Zhang Kang's illusion: "Call the doctor."

"what?"

"Call the doctor..."

Before he finished speaking, all the warning instruments in the intensive care unit rang together. No matter doctors, nurses or family members, the most feared sound was this. It's more like going crazy the next moment.

But Zhang Kang couldn't care about him anymore, and his eyes were attracted by the doctors and nurses rushing into the ward.

Zhao Qiqiu...

Looking at the doctor who was trying his best to rescue him in the ward, Zhang Kang's chest was heavy as if a huge stone had been crushed.

How could this be? !

On the day Zhao Qiqiu was sent to rescue in a coma, Lin Dongwan was also admitted to Haijing General Hospital at the same time—far away from Mingming Building.

After all, a woman, who was also a murderer who attacked others, fell to the ground covered in blood in the venue. At first, everyone thought it was Ming Ming's hand downstairs.

Fortunately, Zhang Kang discovered that Lin Dongwan's injuries were strange, and there were many traces of animal bites, which were probably not caused by humans. This allowed Mingminglou to escape temporarily, only because this incident was "handled improperly", and there were many Witnesses, before Mingminglou knew about it, the bureau temporarily suspended him.

But then the situation was chaotic, and so many "doors" appeared outside, which was equivalent to putting everyone on fire. What's worse, as the investigation deepened, even some small counties in the local area sent back messages , said that traces of doors were seen on the edge, which means that not only doors appeared in big cities, it is very likely that doors will appear in places with abundant aura.

Getting Mingminglou back was almost an urgent matter, and the bureau also decided to postpone the hotel "accident" to a later date, depending on whether Mingminglou was willing to leave the inpatient department.

But Zhang Kang actually still had doubts about what happened that day. The most important thing was what the weird spell on Lin Dongwan was used for, and how it could hurt Zhao Qiqiu like this. Zhang Kang wanted to know.

Just now when I entered the door alone, I also wanted to defraud Mingminglou and learn some truth from him, but I never expected to see the scene of Zhao Qiqiu dying again.

Lin Dongwan was rescued several times while she was in a coma, but just now, she died due to a serious infection and the rescue failed. Could it be that the spell on Lin Dongwan was a curse?As long as she died, Zhao Qiqiu would die too?

Zhang Kang's mind was shaken, but in Yu Guangzhong Mingminglou seemed unable to bear the scene of rescue, he opened the door and walked out quickly, when Zhang Kang chased him out, Mingminglou had disappeared.

"What about people?"

The subordinate outside nodded with lingering fear: "Let's go, I didn't stop it."

Zhang Kang couldn't help but cursed, and was about to ask someone to look for him, when another group of people came from the other side of the corridor. After staying for a few days, it was Lin Zhao himself.

Seeing Zhang Kang, Lin Zhao's expression became even more indifferent, but Zhang Kang couldn't help but cast his eyes on Lin Zhao's wrist. A wide golden watch strap swayed slightly against his wrist. There was no dial on it, but Lin Zhao walked over for a few seconds. , but watched it twice.

Zhang Kang didn't wait for his mind to think about it, his hand moved first, and he quickly grabbed Lin Zhao's arm, and the other hand grabbed the watch strap.

As the touch came, Zhang Kang's heart jumped, and in the next second, there was a strong force on his body, he was pushed away by Lin Zhao suddenly, and when he looked at the other party, he had already passed him, and took the pen in the nurse's hand, swish swish Sign the names of the family members.

Here, Zhang Kang couldn’t stop thinking about the moment when he touched the watch strap just now—he already knew that the watch strap in Lin Zhao’s hand was changed from a five-hundred-year-old ring, but Lin Zhao was just an ordinary person, just like Mingminglou’s. Like a ring, it was probably a means of protection. Later, Wu Bainian's identity became known, and when he thought about the relationship between Zhao Qiqiu and Lin Zhao, everything seemed to be taken for granted.

But today, when he saw Lin Zhao's wrist from a distance, it was bleeding. Especially when he checked it up close just now, Zhang Kang retracted his hand almost instantly due to the heat from the watch strap, let alone Lin Zhao's wrist. His skin was severely scalded and his flesh was bloody. In this situation, Lin Zhao didn't change his face!

Moreover, the scald was obviously new and old. Thinking of Zhao Qiqiu who was rescued in the ward, Zhang Kang couldn't help guessing that if Lin Zhao would be implicated in this way every time Zhao Qiqiu was critically ill, then he was an ordinary person with serious injuries. If you don't deal with it, what will happen, you don't need to say anything, and just in case, Zhao Qiqiu...

Wait, what about Mingming Building?

Zhang Kang realized that he hadn't paid attention to the ring on Mingminglou's hand before, so what happened to the ring, would it be like Lin Zhao, scalding like a torture?No wonder he asked himself to call a doctor in advance, probably because he had realized that Zhao Qiqiu's condition was not good.

Before continuing to think about it, the reality has already pulled Zhang Kang back, after all, Zhao Qiqiu's safety seems to be more important now.

During the waiting period, Zhang Kang forced the nurse to deal with Lin Zhao's burns, but no one expected that the worst news finally came.

……

The warden is dead.

I am afraid that only the life and death of the warden can bring such diametrically opposite effects at the same time.

What was originally joyful suddenly dived back into the deep shadows again, giving all ordinary people a chance to breathe for a while.What was originally silent, suddenly set off a frenzy on the Internet and in the world. Is the death of such a "demon sanctioner" a precursor to the opening of those weird doors, a prelude to human beings in danger?

But no matter how turbulent the outside world is, how deep the waves are, Zhao Qiqiu's funeral is still beautiful, with an endless stream of guests.

At his age, the funeral should be low-key, but the Lin family has always had a high-profile reputation, but they all died "low-key", so Zhao Qiqiu's funeral must be different from others, and he is Lin Zhao's favorite younger brother. I'm afraid it's worth Zhao Qiqiu's several marriages.

But Zhao Qiqiu doesn't have many friends, but there are quite a few "people" who came to the funeral. Many reporters were stopped outside, most of them hoped that there would be chaos at the funeral, but they don't know what happened. The wardens should all come. Old friends, in comparison, there is no enemy at all?

The funeral went on quietly. Zhu Yuan walked around in front of the coffin, put down the bouquet in silence, turned around with red eyes, and asked beside him, "Do you think he is really dead?"

As soon as he raised his eyes, Qin Bingshu was standing not far away, his expression was also blank, as if he hadn't reacted to the news.

"Why are you here?" Zhu Yuan quickly sniffed his nose: "Didn't you say you couldn't leave?"

Qin Bingshu grinned, and his smile was uglier than crying: "Missed from work. Something happened to Zhao Qiqiu, can I not come?"

The two looked at each other for a while, not knowing what to say, and finally Qin Bingshu said: "Where is Ming Lou, you haven't seen him either?"

Zhu Yuan shook his head, and couldn't help looking at the entrance: "Should he come today?" However, there were black-clothed monsters walking in one after another at the door, but humans rarely saw them, let alone the shadow of Mingminglou. As if comforting himself, he said: "Even if he doesn't come, he must have gone to work, maybe to avenge Qi Qiu, after all he knows more than us..."

The two of them are the closest friends among Zhao Qiqiu's age, but after saying this, both of them couldn't help smiling bitterly, and Zhu Yuan curled his lips, laughing out of tears: "What the hell is... Is it the same thing?"

Qin Bingshu waited until dawn the next day, and was urged to return to Yongshen by waves of phone calls, while Zhu Yuan stayed here not only to accompany Zhao Qiqiu, but also to prevent emergencies at the funeral. As for the situation, Zhu Yuan didn't listen carefully at the time, anyway, he would stay here if there was any situation, at least to accompany Zhao Qiqiu to his burial.

On the third night of the lingering sleep, Zhu Yuan heard faint whispers in his ears. He shuddered, only to realize that he had fallen asleep at some point, and had no memory of what happened before he fell asleep. He just listened to his ear and said: "Hey—Master—Master! Hey! Wake up, Zhu Yuan, Zhu Yuan, little fat man—"

"Yu'er?" Zhu Yuan rubbed his face, his head was still groggy, as if drunk.

Sun Yuer, the female ghost raised by his family, said: "Oh, if you don't wake up, you will cry again tomorrow!"

With a gust of cool wind blowing to his neck, Zhu Yuan woke up immediately, and Sun Yu'er hurriedly whispered: "Shhh—be gentle, remember, don't be impulsive, now you look back slowly."

Zhu Yuan already realized that he was in Sun Yuer's ghost barrier. At first he really wanted to be obedient, but suddenly remembered that there was nothing behind him, only Zhao Qiqiu's coffin parked not far away!

He was startled, and quickly looked back, and at a glance, the muscles of his cheeks were clenched tightly together, and his bloodshot eyes even burst into flames: "Your mother——"

I saw that Zhao Qiqiu's coffin did not know when, the coffin lid was lifted aside, and a erratic black shadow, like a piece of flowing silk, completely covered the coffin, making it difficult to see the scene inside the coffin , I don’t even know what happened to Zhao Qiqiu’s body.

There was silence everywhere, and everyone passed out for some reason. When Zhu Yuan saw Lin Zhao collapsed not far away, his head buzzed, and he rushed to the coffin with an agility that didn't match his figure, and shouted loudly : "Bastard, get out!!!"

"Zhu Yuan!" Sun Yu'er couldn't stop her, and appeared next to Zhu Yuan in an instant. At the same time as she appeared, there were countless laughter bursting out from all corners and on the ceiling at the moment when the lights were brightly lit. Zhu Yuan seemed to have been whipped hard behind him. The force from the pain almost knocked him flying. Zhu Yuan let out a scream, but he didn't dare to stop. He jumped towards the coffin with a big The talismans were scattered around like it was raining.

These talismans were all given to him by Zhao Qiqiu before, and they were so powerful that for a moment there were hoarse screams coming from the black silk cloth.

Just when Zhu Yuan touched Zhao Qiqiu's coffin and was about to put the whole coffin into Qiankun's sleeve, his vision suddenly went dark, and a piece of the cloth split out and covered his face!

Zhu Yuan couldn't see anything for a while, but he could feel the wind blowing around him, and even his face was covered with a layer of ice. Knowing that Sun Yu'er was protecting him, he immediately touched the coffin in front of him with both hands, freezing With a stiff face, he shouted: "Where is Qi Qiu, where is Qi Qiu?!"

Sun Yu'er was about to cry: "Little ancestor, please be more honest!"

Fortunately, not long after, countless footsteps came from the direction of the door, and soon Zhu Yuan heard Zhang Kang's voice, and immediately shouted: "Minister Zhang! Qi Qiu!! Look at Qi Qiu— -ah!!"

Zhu Yuan suddenly soared into the air, his screams overlapped with Sun Yuer's exclamation, and there was only a thud, Zhu Yuan fell freely and hit the ground heavily. Kou Shenkou touched his lower body now, it was quite soft.

The tightly closed eyes opened slowly, the black cloth blindfolded had disappeared, and the light was restored in front of his eyes, Zhu Yuan looked around and realized where he was, turned over and sat up, sticking his head out of the coffin.

Not far away, there are at least 30 colleagues in the Xinjian Bureau, who are fighting with a group of ugly humans, and some furry things are being dragged out of the shadows. Seeing the appearance of the enemy who can't even stabilize the human form, it is obvious Having already been seriously injured by Zhang Kang, Zhu Yuan looked at the empty coffin behind him and really wanted to cry: "Minister Zhang...Qi Qiu...is gone!"

As soon as these words came out, even the monsters who had been fixed in place by the talisman also snickered.

Zhang Kang could no longer restrain his anger, and ruthlessly grabbed a monster by the neck——

"Say!"

At this moment, Zhang Kang's cell phone rang.

It was already the middle of the night, Zhang Kang paused for a moment, the strength of his subordinates remained undiminished, and he connected the phone with the other hand.

Not long after, when Zhang Kang hung up the phone, he even let some little monsters escape, and only handcuffed the one he had just caught, and he heard the sound of many vehicles stopping at the door.

"Minister!" The person who came in first was dressed in the uniform of the Operations Department, stepping together, and said in a deep voice: "The situation is urgent..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw his boss strode past him and walked towards the door.

Zhang Kang's face was very ugly.

Ever since Zhao Qiqiu was injured, everything went wrong, and his heart was always filled with an extreme sense of disobedience, so much so that even if Zhao Qiqiu's funeral was held, he followed up the situation without hesitation, and stubbornly stayed in Haijing no longer on business trips .In his opinion, the biggest doubt about Zhao Qiqiu's death is that only a few people know about it——Zhao Qiqiu's body has never had a soul.

So he intuited that Zhao Qiqiu's body should still play some special role, so tonight, when the formation set up here was touched, Zhang Kang immediately turned on the monitoring, and sure enough, he saw so many "guests" appearing in the venue, Without hesitation, he gathered his hands and rushed over.

But it was still a step too late, watching Zhao Qiqiu's body being swept away by that black cloth-like monster!

I'm afraid the only thing that he can breathe a sigh of relief at the moment is that he already knows where Zhao Qiqiu's body was taken.

……

Below the "Aura Gate" in Haijing City.

There are dense shadows gathered here.

Either standing or standing, or climbing in the shadow of the tree; or whispering, or excited, the buzzing sound is endless, and different eyes fall on the open space under the door.

There was no light nearby, and the skyscrapers were all plunged into darkness—this was not their handwriting, but the Xinxin Bureau evacuated the surrounding civilians after the door appeared, and it took three days and three nights to completely destroy the area. Blocked into the enchantment.

It's just that the barrier is obviously not very useful, and now the things that should have been blocked by the barrier have gathered here.

The only place with light was the open space. The faint will-o'-the-wisp illuminated the young corpse lying on the ground into a pale white.

Suddenly, as if someone sent a message asking for silence, all the shadows shut up and shrank.

The large shadows under the will-o'-the-wisps seemed to have formed a human form, a shapeless shadow with a heavy cloak behind it, slowly separating from the darkness.

But when there was a certain distance from the corpse, the shadow stopped.

The surroundings were silent, and after a while, a young man said hoarsely, "Go and see him."

There was also no response, but a young man with arms folded came out from behind the man. When he lowered his arms, the two arms were very long, and the man tilted his head, as if he had been observing the ground curiously. dead body.

"Yasha..."

"It's him……"

"What a bloody smell!"

"The injury is not light..."

"So what, I am willing to kill the warden!"

The young man coughed a few times while clutching his abdomen, but the coughing sound was a bit strange.

The black box approached Zhao Qiqiu's body on the ground. He squatted down slowly, trying not to get involved in his own wounds. First, he stared deeply at the other person's face. Soon, he seemed to have forgotten the wounds, and knelt on the ground, holding his hands together On both sides of the corpse, observe the person more closely.

Finally, he raised a hand and caressed Zhao Qiqiu's cheek.

The hands are cold and stiff, they are pure dead.

But he didn't blink, and moved his fingers to the neck of the corpse again, feeling it carefully, as if possessed by a demon, he gradually tightened his fingers——

"Okay." The hoarse voice said again: "How, is it him, is he dead?"

The black box suddenly raised its head, stared at the slender man for a moment, and then nodded obediently. At the same time, a voice that was still unfinished resounded in the minds of all the monsters: [Yes, it is him, the vitality of this body has already Completely cut off. 】

In an instant, cheers sounded like a tidal wave one after another. It seemed that these monsters who were still suspicious at first could no longer take into account the presence of the figure in the cloak, and simply expressed their excitement that they would no longer have to worry about it.

The cheers of the crowd seemed to have the magic power to drive the monsters crazy, and even their courage rose up.

All of a sudden, more and more gazes, disdainful to look at the corpses on the ground, turned their gazes to the dark buildings around them—the light in the distance—further away—the nose seemed to smell fresh flesh smell.

The human city is indeed the most suitable home for monsters, as the human beings themselves claim.

Now it seems that it is not only a homeland, but also the most delicious flesh and blood shop, the most carefree and happy place of joy!

"it is good--"

Among the many noisy voices, a low laughter gradually merged. Gradually, the other monsters sensed it and shut their mouths one after another, looking at the shadow in the cloak.

It was as if the other party had finally breathed fresh air at this moment, raised his head slightly, closed his thin eyelids, a scarlet tongue and sharp teeth were exposed in the opened mouth, finally, he opened his eyes, stared Looking at the cloudy, starless night sky, he showed an expression close to a smile.

"finally--"

"Without this kid, I see you - what else can you do!"

With a sudden look back, he waved his cloak and approached the corpse on the ground in an instant. A hoarse murmur flowed out of his mouth. Except for the black box that staggered back, no one could hear him clearly at this moment: "The Great Prison of the Five Elements I have been this saint for thousands of years, and I haven't had enough fun with the last one, to let you die so happily! It's a pity, a pity!"

The last few words seemed to be grated by him before spitting out, with unspeakable unspeakable meaning, if anyone on the ground has a little heat, I'm afraid they will be frightened to the shit!

The black box stood upright, but its eyes fell on Zhao Qiqiu's corpse again, and saw the big demon snorted coldly as if weary, and stepped back: "The prison warden's corpse is here for you!"

[Wait a minute—] The pupils of the black box shrank, but just as he raised his hand, he saw a burst of flames, instantly throwing him out!

The figure's voice suddenly became serious: "If you want to accompany him, I will help you!"

The next moment, the surrounding cheered and cheered, and countless eager shadows tried to get closer. Not to mention the complete corpse on the ground, if it was just a finger of the warden, it could be divided into thousands of pieces by them!

The black box struggled to get up, shaking his head again and again, but fortunately, the other party was just threatening, not really wanting him and Zhao Qiqiu's corpse to end together.

There were dark shadows all around, and with the sudden silence, everyone was waiting for the final order from the backbone of the monsters, as if a horn sounded, and the prison warden's corpse would not have a single hair left.

Only the black box held its breath involuntarily, and a trace of irritability suddenly flashed across its face, a little unwilling to let Zhao Qiqiu just disappear in front of his eyes.

Death is already dead, isn't that all right?

Suddenly, the black box trembled all over.

He stared wide-eyed, and couldn't help but look more carefully at Zhao Qiqiu's body—there was no heaving in his chest, and the ring around his neck was already gray. He had checked again just now, and he was indeed dead.

It must be my own dazzled, right?

The black box breathed a sigh of relief again, and tried its best to ignore the inexplicable joy in his heart, and heard the figure in the cloak say in a serious tone: "What are you waiting for, don't delay my great plan."

There was a momentary silence, suddenly, as if someone had turned off the switch of the moonlight, blew out the swaying will-o'-the-wisp, and suddenly the black box could not see its fingers.

As the only half human being present, instinctive fear immediately eroded him, the black box immediately backed away, and with the wind blowing around him, black shadows passed him one by one, finally, the moonlight came back in front of him, waiting to escape Only then did the black box press on the wound and gasp for air in the cage formed by overlapping similar figures.

Before the horror in his eyes completely receded, he realized that the door had opened.

A huge amount of spiritual energy turned into humid and cool air, pouring in from all directions, and then was swallowed into the empty giant gate.

The river poured back into the sea, and even the sky near the door began to reflect the light of human lights in the distance on a large scale, but these auras entered the door, but they didn't even stir up a splash.

The figure in a cloak stood in front of the door like this, with his long and thin arms open, as if he was feeling the flowing aura, as if he couldn't wait to enjoy the baptism of the winner's prize, his skinny body was filling up visibly with the naked eye .

From the beginning to the end, the black box never took a closer look at that face, but now, the rather "happy" ferocious face of the young man is clearly no different from that of a wild beast in the forest.

Thinking of this, the black box couldn't help but squint its eyes - since it was born Yu, He Shengliang, since it was born Darwin, He Sheng Bi Mawen?How can we first turn an ape into a human, and then make this terrible monkey into a demon?

Suddenly, as if he felt something, the black box raised his eyes strangely, because he realized that the scene of the frenzied scrambling that he originally thought did not happen.

On the contrary, there was dead silence in the huge black cocoon in front of him.

Feeling some kind of weird crisis magnetic field, the hairs on the black box stood on end.

For a moment, only the spiritual energy was still surging, the joy on the face of the man in the cloak gradually disappeared, and the two pupils fell with his eyes, as if he was seen through the monsters, and he was the most hated one among them. things.

Just when the black box was in shock, a somewhat familiar, tired and world-weary voice sounded slowly, which made the black box tremble immediately.

"Escape from prison this time, six-eared macaque," the voice was so exhausted that it paused every word, and slowly became angry: "I will lock you up for life and death, without end!"

Hey Hey hey---

The black box's hand covering the wound on his abdomen trembled, and as he laughed silently, the pain suddenly became more severe.