As if he had exhausted all his strength, He Zhidao walked forward slowly. His hands that were originally spread out slowly grasped them again. Those golden bells and red tassel fragments transformed, and the little stars floating in this devastated place followed He Zhidao. Slowly clenching his hands, they quickly gathered into his palms, slowly condensing dazzling light.
The mysterious swordsman did not stop him, nor did he attack first. He just stood there quietly and waited, watching He Zhidao walk step by step. Under the bamboo hat, his eyes were filled with a variety of emotions. He could not tell whether they were sadness, sympathy, Fighting spirit, admiration or something else.
Gu Xiao was also shocked by the aura emanating from this "ancestor of the He family". For a moment, he forgot that he was still the villain who massacred all the people in Feng Family Fort in one night. Jiang Ningxue beside him seemed to have forgotten other things. He just stared at the mysterious swordsman's back quietly, his cold eyes constantly intertwined and flashing...
Miss Feng saw that the opportunity for revenge had come, and she was about to take action as soon as she moved. She was about to move, but she felt a majestic sword intention coming from in front of her. The sword intention was so powerful that it seemed that there was an invisible hand, holding her. Holding it firmly, cold sweat soaked his back in an instant, and the voice of the mysterious swordsman wearing a bamboo hat came.
"Don't move around. He is already at the top of the Zhitian Realm, and even half-step to the Grandmaster Realm. If you go now, you may be shattered to pieces by his powerful internal force before you even get close."
Miss Feng was shocked. It was clear that He Zhidao looked like he was about to die. Why would this man in a bamboo hat say that he was already a half-step master? But just now it was this man in a bamboo hat who saved everyone in the hands of He Zhidao. Now that he had spoken, he would wait and see for a while before making any plans, so he put away his thoughts and looked towards He Zhidao.
He Zhidao slowly raised his hands where the light gathered, and under the surprised gazes of everyone present, he opened his mouth to swallow the light gathered by the golden bell and red tassel...
It seemed that the past events that had just been interrupted continued to reappear in front of He Zhidao's eyes, just as Qi'er's vision went dark. When he opened his eyes again, Qi'er found that he was already in a dark place.
Touching the back of his neck, which was still sore, Beggar stood up with great effort. He heard some noise outside the place, and soon fell into darkness again. After groping for a long time, Beggar finally found what looked like a door. He pulled hard, but the door didn't move at all. The beggar was surprised. He heard that the world was getting chaotic, and some people made a living by selling people. Could it be that the young master...
But in an instant, the beggar denied his thoughts. Since he was going to sell himself, why did he bother to feed himself with fine clothes and fine food these days? It was just the small courtyard, daily food, and the servants and maids to teach him how to read and write. , A master of guns, sticks, and fists, why spend these unjust money, I'm afraid he won't even get his capital back.
Recalling his benefactor's words, Qi'er thought, perhaps it was his benefactor's test for him. In this case, he must persevere and not let down his benefactor's expectations. There is no light here, and since the beggar cannot open the door, he can only stay in this dark place with peace of mind.
After a long time, Beggar's eyes finally adapted to the dark environment. Beggar squinted his eyes and finally saw clearly where he was. This place is only about ten feet square, and the walls seem to be made of tough stone when groping. The door that I first groped for was nothing more than a ventilation hole. When I looked out through the ventilation hole, I saw that it was still dark and silent.
The beggar was frightened in his heart, and he remembered his benefactor's words before he fainted, "If you die, bury him." In this dark place, he groped to the corner, curled up, and waited quietly...
I don’t know how long it took, maybe two or three days. There was no light here, and there was no other reference to confirm the time. The beggar was already hungry and thirsty, but in this dark place not only was there no real thing, but there was even drinkable food. There was no water, and the environment was cold. Beggar felt that his spirit was about to collapse, but he was still determined. If he survived, he could follow his benefactor and repay his kindness...
Just as he was thinking about it, he saw a firelight lighting up in the ventilated place. As if he had gained hope, the beggar rushed to the vent and looked along the light, but what he saw next made him despair. .
It was a man, holding a torch, and a big wooden barrel in his hand. The place illuminated by the torch seemed to be an iron door similar to his own, with only one vent. The rooms were lined up side by side, seemingly invisible at a glance. At the end, every time the person holding the torch comes to a door, he will tap the iron door. The vent will open a window only as big as a bowl, and the person holding the torch will take out the wooden barrel. A bowl was thrown into the cell door through the window...
After repeating this process, not long after, he arrived at the room where the beggar was. The sound of tapping the iron door was heard. The tortured beggar hurriedly rushed forward and followed the narrow window to ask for help. The man with the torch went to inform his benefactor to save him, but he opened his mouth and then remembered that he didn't even know his benefactor's name.
Just when the beggar was still thinking about how to beg the man holding the torch, the man was indifferent. Just like before, he took out a bowl from the barrel and threw it in through the window. The beggar still wanted to open his mouth. He went to beg, but was knocked back by a strong force coming from outside the window, and fell on his back in this dark place.
Watching the fire gradually disappearing in the vent, and the place he was in fell into darkness again, Beggar fell into despair, roaring and hitting, trying to escape from this dark place, but no matter how hard he tried, No matter how he screamed, this place was like the Hell of Hell. No one paid attention to him. The beggar was completely desperate and collapsed in this dark place.
I don't know how much time passed, but the beggar was very hungry and thirsty. He remembered that the man holding a torch threw a bowl into it, and he groped around in the darkness until he touched the bowl, but it was already gone. It was smashed to pieces, and there seemed to be some batter in the bowl.
As if he had found a treasure, the beggar hurriedly picked up the broken bowl, ignoring the sharp edges of the broken bowl that scratched his palms, and poured the few remaining pieces of batter into his mouth to satisfy his hunger.
It's okay not to eat, but the more I eat, the hungrier I get. In addition, the batter has already dried up, and when I eat it, I feel more thirsty...
Days like this have been repeated for a long time, so long that the beggar gradually became numb and no longer expected that his benefactor would come to save him. Whenever the iron door and window were opened, he would fly forward, Catch the thrown bowl so that the batter inside won't fall to the floor after the bowl breaks.
The beggar also learned to carefully distribute the batter in the bowl before the person who brought the batter came, so that he could have something to eat and drink every day. And those bowls that were not broken naturally also have their uses. It is used to catch the water excreted by oneself and used to drink...
In a dark place, I don’t know the time. Beggar felt that he might have stayed here for more than a month, or even a year. He didn’t know. Until one day, Beggar thought that the person delivering dough was coming again, so he got up and moved around. He moved his weak limbs, ready to catch the bowl at any time.
But this time it was strange. Not only did the person delivering the batter not arrive, but the long-awaited light of the torch did not arrive. The beggar had to lie down at the vent and stare carefully into the darkness... Maybe Because he was too weak, after staring for a long time, Beggar didn't even wait for the person delivering the dough to show up. Beggar just felt that his last hope was lost and he might as well die.
Under the excitement of the mood, coupled with the long-term lack of food and water, Beggar's vision went dark and he fainted. When he regained consciousness, Beggar was about to open his eyes in confusion, only to hear an indifferent voice beside his ears.
"You have been in the darkness for too long, and if you suddenly see the light, your eyes will go blind. Each of you has a black cloth in front of your eyes. Please listen to what I say below. If you speak casually, you will die on the spot. Remember."
The beggar was thrown into that dark place and heard someone speaking for the first time. He felt excited and knew that he had been saved. He thought of what the person had said just now, so he kept silent and waited until he heard that person continue to speak.
"You have been in the dark prison for two months. You are very lucky. You are one of the 12 people who survived. However, this does not mean that you can continue to live. After an hour, it will be dark. You listen to me. At the command, take off the black cloth that blindfolds your eyes..."
"Okay..." Beggar heard someone beside him respond, but then there was a weak and pitiful cry...
"I said, anyone who speaks casually will suffer the same fate..."
This time, no one spoke at will. Beggar kept his mouth shut, not daring to make any sound, and just waited until the person continued to speak.
"When the time comes, remember, take off the blindfold and slowly open your eyes. If you become blind, there is only one end..."
Hearing the man speak, the beggar tremblingly reached for the cloth covering his eyes. After taking it off, he tentatively opened his eyes a thin slit...
Although the sky was already dark, even so, it was much brighter than the dark prison in the man's mouth. The bright light stung the beggar's eyes. He firmly remembered what the voice said in his heart and waited for his squinted eyes to slowly fade away. After adapting to the bright light, he slowly opened his eyes tentatively.
After the blurring and ghosting, a strong feeling of dizziness came over. There were people around who became crazy because they were not used to the light, or they saw something outside the dark prison that they had not seen for a long time. But what followed was That was the fate that man said.
People kept falling down next to Beggar, and blood kept splattering all over Beggar, but Beggar still stood, silent, raising his head and greedily breathing the air outside the dark prison, using his pair of hands to With gradually clear eyes, I looked at the starry sky that I had dreamed of in the dark prison, until there was no other sound around me...
"Very good, you passed."
Hearing the man speak again, the beggar followed the sound, and what came into view was the man who appeared next to his benefactor, holding a spear with a golden bell tied to it.
But before Beggar could breathe a long sigh of relief, the man spoke again.
"You have one stick of incense to eat. After you are full, it is the next level."
After finishing speaking, the man clapped his hands gently, and several figures instantly appeared in front of the beggar and the others. Everyone was holding a tray in their hands. On the tray were red, green, yellow, and purple bowls of different colors, all filled with ordinary food. The steamed buns, side dishes and porridge are more delicious than any other delicacies in the eyes of Beggar and others.
Like everyone else, Beggar's mouth was almost drooling, but still no one made a sound or spoke. Beggar secretly looked around and saw that there were about ten people alive around him, all of whom were close to his own age. The young people were all sallow and skinny, and covered in filth. However, unlike the beggars, none of these people looked around like teenagers. They just stared at the food in front of them, as if waiting for the person to speak.
"Very good, very good... Okay, let's eat." As the man spoke, he lit the incense in his hand.
Hearing this man speak, everyone, without caring about anything else, started to grab the steamed buns and porridge in front of them and wolfed them down. However, only four or five people did not start eating immediately, and the beggar was also the one who ate without opening his mouth. One of the people.
The beggar secretly looked at the owner of the spear who was playing with the incense burner in his hand. He seemed to have made up his mind. He closed his eyes again, stretched out his hand, and groped for the four bowls of different colors on the tray in front of him until he reached the familiar one in his hand. When the feeling came, Beggar opened his eyes, looked at the bowl of steamed buns in his hand, and glanced at the man playing with the incense burner again.
The beggar saw the imperceptible smile at the corner of his mouth, which confirmed his suspicion. Then he reached out and grabbed the white steamed bun in the yellow bowl and wolfed it down...
Some people died, but not completely...
